Outwardly, suburbia maintains the strait-laced, middle-class look that belies the social ferment behind closed doors.
There is the secret use of drugs, fed by the marijuana syndrome. There is the river of alcohol flooding from door to door under the euphemism of social drinking. Then, of course, inevitably there is the advent of mate-swapping. All in the spirit of good, clean fun . . . but where does the fun stop and the degradation begin? When one excess leads to another-and another-to what? When the children set as the pattern of their own life style what already is the norm at home?
This is the story of what outwardly appears a normal, average American family. It is startling as a mirror of a way of life behind closed doors. No facade. No regrets. Indeed, for this family, pleasures of the flesh are the norm.
HOT SUCK SISTER-a novel of fiction for entertainment. A page of our restless society as food for serious thought.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Four people live in my and house and, for the most part, we get along pretty well. There's Denise, my younger sister, a freshman at Jamison High School. There's Brigette, my older sister, who was known to her friends as Gig, and her husband, Nick. And then there's me, Rosanne, neither the youngest nor the oldest. Just Rosanne.
It was a Friday night and I wasn't particularly interested in sitting around the house watching television until my eyes fell out. Friday nights are for fun, but I wasn't exactly sure what I wanted to do. I decided to ask Gig what she and Nick had planned, and it was then I got the shock of my life. Gig was in her bedroom with the door open just a crack and I peeked in. Nick was fully dressed in a suit and tie, but Gig was just wearing a white garter belt and black silk stockings.
"Will you hurry up?" Nick said, adjusting his tie. "The Lees are expecting us in a half hour."
"Hey, honey," my sister said softly, turning to Nick, "we've got a little time for loving, don't we?"
Nick smiled at her, taking Gig into his arms and pulling her close. Gig's big tits mashed against his chest as their lips touched. I saw Gig's mouth open and knew that she was flicking her tongue into her husband's mouth. Nick's hands were moving all over her body. He bent down slightly, took one tit in his hand, then sucked on the nipple until it became hard and distended. Gig ran her fingers through his hair, then guided his hungry mouth to her other nipple.
As Nick sucked on Gig's tit, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It was the first time I had ever seen Nick's cock and the size of it shocked me. His prick, though only half-hard, was a full seven or eight inches long and very thick. I saw the cockhead, a sort of reddish color, and noticed that it was twitching, almost as if it were searching for Gig's cunt.
"Come on," Gig purred, pulling Nick's face from her tit. "Come on, Nicky! Fuck me with that monster prick of yours."
Gig turned her back to Nick and grabbed the edge of the bed, bracing herself. She put her right foot up on the bed and wiggled her ass at Nick. He grabbed his prick in one hand and put his arm around her waist, then rammed into Gig. His prick was buried full-length up her twat and, from the look on her face, Gig was enjoying every inch of cock she was getting.
"Fuck me! Fuck me hard and fast!" Gig moaned, tossing her head from side to side, causing her platinum blonde hair to swirl around her face. "Give me everything you've got!"
Nick pounded into her. I could see his prick shining wetly from her pussy juice. His meat sprouted from his fly and I wondered if he had big balls, too. Nick's face was contorted into a mask of sheer passion. Each time he rammed his prick into Gig, her firm, shapely ass rippled and her big tits -looking even bigger hanging down-wiggled and jiggled.
Gig shook her ass when Nick's prick was buried to the hilt in her pussy. I wondered briefly what it would be like to have his prick in my cunt, then quickly pushed the thought from my mind. Fucking my own brother-in-law? That would be incest, sort of.
Nick pounded his cock into her in long, measured strokes. He pulled back until just his cockhead was still parting her pussylips, then he shoved forward again until his cock was shoved as far into her cunt as it could go.
As I watched them fuck, standing close to the door and just peeking through the slight opening, I could feel my pussy juice oozing out of my cunt. My panties were sticky and clinging to my cunt-hairs. My hand, as though it had a life of its own, was gently rubbing over my nipple through my blouse.
"Arrrggghhhhhhh!" Nick groaned loudly, smacking into Gig with incredible speed. Gig's face suddenly relaxed and I knew her pussy was filling up with come. Nick slammed into her a couple more times, then stepped away from her, pulling his prick out of her wet cunt.
"Let me clean it with my mouth," Gig said, spinning around and kneeling in front of Nick. She took his cock in her hand and kissed the head, then opened her lips wide and took his shrinking prick right down her throat. All eight inches of cock was encased in the warm, wet mouth. As she pulled back, her lips puckered out and she twisted her head slightly, urging his cock to give her one last drop of jism. Finally, having licked his cock clean, Gig released Nick's prick and stood up.
"That was heavenly, dear," she said quietly, tucking his prick back into his pants. "Now we really had better hurry."
Suddenly afraid that they would see me, or that Denise might walk by and watch me spying on my older sister, I tiptoed quietly to the kitchen. My mind was spinning and my cunt was hungry. If only I had a boyfriend I could fuck whenever I was horny. If only I had a boyfriend!
I went to the living room and turned the television on again. Denise walked in a moment later and plopped down on the couch next to me.
"Hey, Sis," she said, curling her legs under her ass, "what's going on tonight? We can't just sit here all night."
"Don't ask me," I replied in a bored tone, hoping she wouldn't notice how flushed my cheeks were. "I haven't got anything planned."
"Well I'm in the mood to kick up my heels. What about going for a walk as soon as Gig and Nick leave? Maybe we can meet some guys."
Denise, though a year younger than I, has always been more adventurous. She's got adorably long brown hair and a cute figure and she sure as hell knows how to use it to drive the boys wild. She's always flirting with the boys in school, even the men teachers. I wondered if she was still a virgin and tried to figure out how to ask without sounding stupid. Not quite finding the words, I stared at the television without really seeing a thing.
"Good night, girls," Nick said as he and Gig headed for the door. "Be good and be careful. We'll be home late."
As soon as they closed the door, Denise reached under the couch and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. She fired up a cigarette and blew a perfect smoke ring.
"Since when did you start smoking?"
"About a year now," Denise replied. "It helps me calm my nerves. Come on, get your ass off that couch and let's see what's happening on this fucking island."
I was shocked to hear Denise use that kind of language, but I was compelled to follow her. She had always been the one to lead things. Always the one to get in the most trouble. Now, after watching Gig and Nick fuck, I wanted to see what kind of trouble she could get me into.
CHAPTER TWO
Denise and I walked to the beach, keeping away from the camp fires and people who mingled together in the darkness. We walked until we were far away from everyone and only the moonlight illuminated the way.
We talked about everything, but every time I tried to ask Denise if she was still a virgin, the subject somehow changed.
"Hey, let's go for a swim," Denise said, then pulled her sweater over her head. In the moonlight I could see her firm, well-shaped tits with the dark brown nipples against tanned skin. There was a sharp line where her bikini blocked out the sun. I watched quietly as she unfastened her jeans and pulled them down her legs.
"Aren't you afraid that someone will see you?"
"Look around, dummy! There's nobody here but us. Even if someone does come around, so what? I've got nothing to be ashamed of. Hell, I've got a good body and I know it. So do you, but you're such a tight ass that you never flaunt it."
Then, standing naked in front of me, Denise reached out and started to unbutton my blouse. I grabbed her by the wrists and pushed her hands away. "If you don't mind, I'll undress myself."
Once we were both naked, Denise rushed into the ocean. I watched the pale moons of her ass as she ran and wondered if anyone had ever shoved his prick between them. Her tits bounced as she ran into the surf, then dived head first into a wave. "Shit," I mumbled under my breath, then followed.
We swam together for a while, then body surfed to shore. After swimming out and surfing back three times, Denise and I were both ready for a breather. We went on shore and I put my clothes back on immediately. Denise said she would wait until she was dry before putting her clothes back on.
"You're such a tight ass," Denise chided. "Hell, you don't even like being nude in front of your own sister. Damn, that's really ridiculous. You know that, don't you?"
Before I could answer we heard a man's voice coming from the darkness. "Well, well, well! What do we have here?"
"Get your clothes!" I hissed to Denise. She looked at me and shrugged her shoulders, causing her tits to rise and fall slightly.
"Who are you?" I asked. Then the man stepped closer so we could see who it was. It was Mike, a neighbor Denise and I sometimes babysit for.
"Don't get nervous," Mike said, moving closer. "I'm not going to hurt you. Though it does surprise me to see you," he said, nodding toward Denise, "in the buff."
Mike sat down between Denise and I. He stared at Denise's naked body and I could only feel embarrassed.
"Like what you see?" Denise asked.
"Very much." Mike reached out and tweaked Denise's nipple and she pushed his hand away.
"Looking is okay, but touching is definitely out of the question. What would Marilyn think?"
"Why do you have to bring up my wife at a time like this?"
"Why not . . . you horny bastard!"
Mike and Denise started wrestling and, during the struggle, Mike got Denise's hands behind her back. I would have done something, helped her if I could, but Denise just kept laughing through the whole thing and it didn't take a hell of a lot of thinking to figure out that she didn't want or need protecting.
"Stop it, you lousy creep! This is rape!"
"It's not rape yet, but it's going to be!"
Mike reached for me but I backed away and shook my head. He just shrugged his shoulders and grabbed Denise's shirt. Still holding her hands behind her back, Mike tied her shirt around her wrists. For a second he had to release his grasp to tighten the shirt in a knot and I noticed that Denise kept her wrists together. Whatever would happen, she wanted it to happen.
"Don't! Please!" Denise said, giggling slightly.
Mike stood up and pulled his pants down to his ankles. Then, sitting down in front of Denise, he grabbed a handful of hair and forced her head down. His prick was already hard as iron, standing straight up from his crotch. Denise's mouth opened as her head was forced down and she captured Mike's cockhead between her lips.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Mike groaned, feeling his prick get heated by my sister's mouth. "Suck it, you young slut!"
Mike pushed Denise's head down and she took every inch of cock she could. Finally, with his cockhead pushed against the back of her throat, Denise had taken all she could. I could see Denise's lips moving in a sort of chewing motion as she tantalized Mike's cock. Her tongue flicked around his prick, occasionally puffing her cheek out.
"That's right, cunt, use your tongue," Mike said, leaning back on his elbows. He no longer had to force Denise to suck his prick; she was doing it because she wanted to.
I stared at Denise's lovely face as she bobbed up and down on Mike's cock. Her cheeks puffed out as she pushed down, taking the cock deep into her mouth. Then her lips puckered out and her cheeks drew in as she pulled up, taking his cock out of her mouth to lash at the cockhead with her tongue. I just sat there, not five feet away, and stared in amazement at the look of sheer lust as my younger sister, with her hands tied behind her back, sucked cock.
"Nnnuuuggggg!" Denise gurgled, tossing her head up and down on the long, thick cock. Strange slurping sounds came from her mouth as she sucked on Mike's prick and I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to wrap my lips around a cock and taste that mysterious meat for the first time. Again, as before, I could feel my pussy juice begin to flow and my clit tingle. If only I had the courage to let a man know that I wanted to fuck ...
"Damn, you give good fucking head for such a young girl," Mike said, running his hand over Denise's naked back. "That really feels great."
In response to Mike's compliment, Denise bobbed her head faster on his cock. She whipped her head up and down, working her lips and tongue over every inch of cock she could. I watched as Mike's balls, tight in their ball sac, suddenly pulled up tight to the base of his cock.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!" Mike groaned, squeezing his eyes tightly shut. "Uh! Uh! Uh!" he said as the spurting jets of come filled Denise's mouth. She kept bobbing on his prick even as he came. Some jism oozed out of the corner of her mouth and trickled down the shaft of his cock, finally sticking to his balls. Denise finally released his cock from her mouth, turned to me and smiled. Then, with a look of supreme satisfaction, she swallowed his come with an exaggerated gesture, letting me know exactly how much she loved the stuff.
"Fucking A! I really needed that," Denise said to me, then bent down and licked the come off Mike's balls. She wiggled her hands free and then rolled away, her chest heaving for air. Mike just stayed on his back, eyes closed, a strange, satisfied smile on his face.
"You're such a tight ass," Denise murmured, then drifted off to sleep. Mike, his pants still around his ankles, fell asleep alongside of Denise, leaving me there to wonder just what the hell I was going to do with my life and the itching in my cunt.
CHAPTER THREE
For days Denise and I hardly said a word to each other. In one night my whole personality had been twisted around and turned upside down. I had watched my older sister beg to get fucked by her husband, and I had watched my little sister suck the cock of a neighbor until his balls filled her mouth with come. In the process, I couldn't help but feel hot and bothered in my own pussy. My clit seemed to always be on fire and the only way I could put that fire out was to finger my cunt until my clit exploded. Twice and sometimes three times a day I would sneak into the bathroom and stab my fingers into my cunt.
Finally one night, with Denise and I lying in our beds in the room we share, Denise brought up the subject of her cocksucking.
"Do you think I'm a terrible person because I like to suck cock?" she asked quietly in the darkness of our room.
"No. It just surprised me, that's all. I've never really done much with boys."
"How far have you gone?"
I hesitated for a bit. It embarrassed me to reveal how little I had actually done. "Just jacked them off. Well, actually I've only touched one boy's cock-Bobby's cock. Remember I dated him for a while about six months ago."
"Yeah, I remember. What happened between you two?"
"He left me because I wouldn't do anything but jerk him off."
"You're really fucking stupid," Denise said, sitting up in her bed. She pulled a pack of cigarettes from under her pillow and lit one. "I've never stayed with any one boy very long, but none have left me because I couldn't satisfy them. Not on your life."
"How long have you been . . . sucking cocks?"
"About three years," Denise replied casually.
The news really shocked me.
"I was in school when a teacher seduced me. Christ! He had the most delicious come you could imagine. Hell, I think I sucked his cock twice a day for the whole year."
Denise and I talked for a long time and, during the course of our conversation, she finally got it out of me that I would like nothing more than to get fucked but I was too afraid to get into a situation where I'd get seduced. She said, "Don't worry about a thing, Sis. I'll figure something out." She then fell asleep, leaving me to stare at the ceiling and think about what the future held in store.
The following afternoon, after Gig and Nick had left for work, Denise and I were busy cleaning up the house. It's a chore we do for an hour or two every day in return for getting room and board from our sister.
"Hey, I'm going to the store to pick up some smokes," Denise said, throwing a dust rag at me. "I'll be back in just a bit."
"You're always running out when there's work to be done," I said, but she had already left the house. I turned on the vacuum cleaner and started on the living room carpet, mumbling under my breath about how irresponsible my little sister was.
I was pushing the vacuum cleaner back and forth angrily, with the motor humming loudly, when a powerful hand clamped over my mouth. I was pulled backward and the vacuum cleaner's plug jerked from the wall.
"Get her down! Get her down!" one voice ordered to another. I tried to scratch the hand over my mouth but another pair of hands appeared and grabbed my wrists. The next thing I knew I was on my back looking up at two men, both completely naked except for black ski masks.
"Make one fucking sound and I'll kill you," one said, pulling his fist back, threatening to pound my face. They tore into me like wolves attacking some crippled deer. One grabbed my shirt and ripped it to shreds, then tore my bra in half before jerking it down my arms. The other unfastened my jeans, pulled my zipper down, then grabbed the pant legs and began yanking. I slid across the floor for a distance before my jeans were finally off. A moment later my pussy was exposed. One grabbed the lace material and tore it off with a loud rip.
"Nooooooo!" I suddenly screamed. A hand clamped over my mouth again and one of the men put his face close to mine. I looked at his eyes and they were wild with raging lust and violence.
"Open your fucking mouth again, bitch, and you can kiss your ass good-bye!" He grabbed both of my wrists and raised them over my head, pinning them against the floor. In doing so he straddled my body, arching over me so that his cock, long and hard, wasn't more than a foot from my face. I stared at his prick, too afraid to even whimper, knowing that it would soon be ramming down my throat.
The other rapist had grabbed my ankles and put them up on his shoulders. I felt his rough fingers parting my pussylips, then the head of his prick nudging against the opening of my cunt.
"Please don't fuck me! I'm a-" and then I was cut short when the rapist holding my hands shoved his big cock in my mouth. The strange taste of cock meat surprised me. I thought that it would be terrible, but the pungent taste of his cock was actually quite delicious.
The cock pushed into me, stretching my lips wide as it rubbed over my tongue. Then, just when I was sure he would jam it down my throat, the guy stopped pushing. I tried to force the cock from my mouth with my tongue and, in doing so, knew that I was pleasing the quivering prick just the way he wanted me to.
And then the other cock was forcing its way into my virgin cunt. I felt the rounded head punch between my pussy lips, then drive home deeper and deeper. Something inside me tore and there was a blinding flash of pain as my head started to spin, but then the pain subsided almost as quickly as it came. I felt my cunt expand, making room for the rigid prickshaft that pushed the cockhead into me. When I felt his balls slap against my ass, I knew that he had given me every inch of cock he had. My clit was tingling erotically, even though my mind was filled with fear, not lust.
"Suck it, slut!" the man ordered, pumping his hips slowly up and down to fuck my mouth. I closed my eyes and tried to fantasize that these men were actually my friends, but it was impossible. They were rapists and no mind games would change that.
"She's so fucking tight! Her cunt is so fucking tight!" the one said, slamming full-length into my cunt again. His heavy balls smacked against my ass each time he reamed my little cunt and I could only hope that he would come quickly so the whole horrid scene would be finished. Then, realizing that the sooner they blew their wads the sooner I would be left alone, I started sucking cock as eagerly as I had watched Denise suck Mike's cock.
"Mmmmmmm!" I moaned, pretending to love the prick being in my mouth. The rapist chuckled and gave me more of his cock so that my mouth was stuffed to overflowing with prick.
"Hey, she's really loving this," he said, jerking his pulsating prick over my tongue. His cock wedged through my tightly clamped lips and he fucked his prick into me until the cockhead was pressed against the back of my mouth.
"Let me sample some of that pussy," the rapist said, pulling his prick from my mouth and releasing my wrists. "Now don't you try to get away, cunt, or we're going to mess up that pretty face of yours."
They rolled me onto my hands and knees, then they switched positions and the guy who had been fucking me was on his knees near my face with his cock twitching like a snake, staring at me. He grabbed a handful of hair and pulled my face to his prick. I opened my lips and took the cock in my mouth without fighting. As the mushroomed head stretched my lips, I worked intently on the underside with my tongue-flicking, scraping, rubbing the sensitive flesh.
My mouth stuffed with cock, the other guy grabbed my hips and plowed his prick right up my cunt. He wasn't tender about fucking me, didn't try to work his cock into my cunt slowly, inch by inch. He just shoved his hard prick through my cunt lips and worried about his own pleasure.
I sucked cock hungrily, wrapping my lips tightly around the cockshaft and using my tongue as best I could to get a mouthful of come. The guy pumped his hips back and forth, giving and taking his big cock from me, and then I realized something that surprised me. I was actually enjoying the taste and feeling of his prick stuffing my mouth. I wasn't tonguing his prick because he was making me do it; I was sucking his cock because I actually wanted to taste his come. The fact that I had no choice but to eat his prick didn't make much difference.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!" I moaned, this time honestly. I scraped my tongue around the head, then sucked hard on the cock. As the other cock sawed into my cunt, I felt my clit tingle and my pussy became very wet. Faster and faster my tongue worked on the meat stuffing my mouth.
"She really is fucking tight!" the rapist said, plowing his cock up my cunt until his balls slapped against my thighs. "I don't know how much of this I can take."
"Well, this little cocksucker is going to take everything we've got to give," the guy whose cock was in my mouth said. "Yeah, this horny little cocksucker is going to take everything we've got, whether she likes it or not!"
My tits rolled back and forth, pointing downward toward the floor, each time his prick was rammed into my pussy. Sandwiched by cock, I was doing exactly what I had wanted to do for a long time, and all at once!
I wiggled my ass backwards, pushing against the guy fucking me to make sure that I had all of his cock in my cunt. My entire body was alive now, wanting every inch of cock in my mouth or cunt I could get.
"Let's double-ream her!" the guy fucking my mouth said. When he pulled his prick from my lips I wanted to protest, but something inside me told me that I should let them think I was hating every minute of the rape.
I was grabbed by the hair and pulled to one side, then a guy lay down on the floor and I was forced to straddle his body. He grabbed his prick and aimed it at my wet snatch, then I lowered myself and the cock punched deep into my belly, right where it belonged. When the other guy walked around behind me, I didn't understand what was happening. He pushed me down so that my tits mashed against his friend's chest and then he got down on me. When I felt his cockhead pressing against my tiny, puckered asshole, my mind once again started reeling with fear.
"Nooooo! You'll kill me! Ahhhhhhh!" I shouted as the cock shoved against my ass. When the head invaded my asshole, my entire body jolted with agonizing pain. "You're splitting me in two!" I shouted, but that only got a sadistic chuckle from the guy ramming his big cock up my virgin ass.
Slowly, painfully, the cock forced its way in my ass. I gritted my teeth and tried not to shout out at the intense pain, and then, when I felt his balls against my asscheeks, I knew that I had taken all of him. Then, just as I was getting accustomed to his prick stretching my asshole, both cocks started pistoning, ramming into my cunt and ass. I could feel every vein and ridge of their cocks as they plowed deep into my body. Back and forth the cocks moved, shoving full-length into my ass and pussy.
My excited body was sandwiched between the rapists' muscular torsos. I closed my eyes and tried not to think about the pain in my ass and then I felt my clit begin that familiar tingling that told me it wouldn't be long before I would climax.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" I moaned as the guy fucking my cunt kissed me on the cheek. His prick plowed into my cunt at the same time his buddy's cock jabbed up my ass. I didn't want to come. It would be terrible, I told myself, to come while being raped. It would be as if I enjoyed the rape. But I did enjoy it. The pain in my ass from the thick cock was mixed with an equal amount of pleasure the cock in my cunt provided. And then I started to twitch and writhe between their bodies and my clit exploded, sending a gusher of girl juice down the rapist's cock. I clawed at the carpet and gasped for air as my pussy juice flowed freely from my cunt. And then, when my come was over, I could only lie there without moving as they sawed their cocks into me.
"Let's give her a come shower!" one guy said and the next thing I knew I was rolled onto my back and they were jerking on their cocks, one prick just inches from my face, the other hovering over my tits.
"Please don't come on me," I said. I watched their hands moving over the hard cocks and waited impatiently to feel their warm jism spurting on my hot flesh. I looked up at their faces. All I could see were two pairs of eyes and two open mouths under ski masks. They were nameless, faceless bastards who had fucked every opening in my body and made me come more fiercely than I ever had before.
"Arrrggghhhh!" one rapist groaned, beating his red prick harder. He leaned forward so that his cock was closer to my tits, aiming at my face. The other rapist whacked on his prick, pointing it at the side of my face. Suddenly a jet of jism exploded from a cockhead and I watched with fascination as the jism arched through the air, then made a sticky white line from my chin to my tits. A second blast of come flew through the air, hitting me on the cheek. The rest of the rapist's come just trickled out of his cockhead and he deposited the come on my tits, smearing the goo around my nipple with the head of his prick.
"Fuck!" the other rapist groaned, leaning even closer to my face. His balls swung between his legs crazily, then thick strands of come blew from his cockhead. Jets of hot come made streaky lines across my face, covering my cheeks, lips and nose. I just lay there, watching intently, as the come splashed onto my face. The man squeezed one last drop of come from his prick and dropped it on my nose, then leaned back on his haunches, gasping for air.
"Come on, partner, let's get the fuck out of here!" one said. The rapists got up and went to the kitchen. I stayed in the living room, feeling the hot come trickle down my cheeks, and listened to them get dressed. When I heard the back door open and close, I knew that they had left me to ponder how horrid or exciting the rape had been.
"How was it, Rosanne?" Denise said. I quickly rolled onto my hands and knees, trying unsuccessfully to wipe the come from my body. "Don't look so horrified. I watched the whole thing and don't try and tell me you didn't enjoy it."
"You mean you were there the whole time and you didn't try to help?"
"Try to help? What the hell are you talking about? If it wasn't for me this whole thing wouldn't have happened in the first place!" Denise said, moving closer and giving me her most devilish smile. "I set this whole rape thing up myself. I figured you didn't have the nerve to finally get laid, so I took the initiative for you."
"You mean to tell me that you sent those two men to rape me?" I asked, thinking the whole scene was too bizarre to be real.
"Of course I did. They didn't hurt you and don't try to tell me that you didn't enjoy it because I saw the look on your face when they came. You enjoyed every fucking minute of it."
"I did not! My ass hurts from that bastard who shoved his prick up me."
"Don't worry about that. Once you've done it, everything after that is a breeze. You'll be begging your lovers to corn-hole you in no time."
Denise and I talked for a long time about fucking and cocksucking. She told me how to use my lips and teeth to really drive a guy wild when his cock is in my mouth, and she told me how to wiggle my ass to get the most amount of pleasure when I've got a cock rammed deep in my cunt. After some initial unease, I soon found myself listening carefully to everything that Denise said. I might be older, but I'm definitely not as experienced as far as men and sex are concerned.
CHAPTER FOUR
The next morning was an incredible experience for me. Quite literally, overnight my entire attitude about myself and sex had changed. No longer was I the shy virgin, too afraid to grab a handful of cock to get what I really needed. I felt young, pretty . ... and horny. Very, very horny.
J checked Denise and she was still sleeping. Dressed in baby doll pajamas, I padded downstairs for some breakfast. While the blue, thin material of my pajamas obscured the darkness of my areolas, the nipples were pointed and hard, jiggling with each step I took.
"Good morning," I said to Nick. He was looking in the refrigerator and hadn't noticed how little I was wearing until I was right next to him. "Anything good to munch on in there?"
"I . . . oh . . . yeah, there must be something," Nick stammered, catching an eyeful of my tits and cleavage. "Say, ah . . . don't you think you should put a little more on than just that?"
"What for?" I asked, facing him so that my tits were nearly touching his stomach. When he stepped around me, I intentionally rubbed my tit against his arm. Instantly a shiver of pleasure passed through my body. My nipple tingled from the contact, even though it was brief.
"Well, Gig might not like you walking around dressed like that," Nick said, sitting at the kitchen table.
I bent over at the waist, pretending to check out what was on the bottom of the refrigerator. Actually I just wanted Nick to get a good view of my ass. The bottom half of my pajamas are little more than panties with some frilly lace added to the seams. Bent over like that, the panties were stretched tight over my asscheeks, showing Nick just about everything I had to offer.
"What have you got on the agenda today?"
"Nothing planned, really," I replied. "But I'm really getting bored on this damn island. There's nothing to do and no one to meet who I don't already know."
I looked at Nick's crotch and noticed that his prick was definitely paying attention to my charms. Even under his pajamas and robe I could see the distinctive swelling caused by hard, lusty cock. I recalled the time I watched Nick and Gig fuck and how delicious his cock looked. I had half a mind to just drop down on my knees right there in front of him and give him the best blow job of his life, but Nick looked so damn nervous with me dressed the way I was that I figured he'd probably have a heart attack.
"Hey," I said, "maybe Denise and I could go and see our old man."
"No! Definitely not!" Nick said sternly. "He's no good and you know it. When he and your mother got divorced, they just abandoned you and Denise. You're not going to see him and that's all there is to it."
"But my brother's not a bad guy!"
"Your brother is an idiot and a trouble maker. He's been in trouble with the law more times than I can remember. No, you're simply not going to see either of them and that's final."
With that Nick got up and went to his bedroom. A second later I heard the shower running. I figured it was a cold shower, trying to tame that raging hard-on.
I went upstairs and woke Denise up and told her of my idea to see Dad and Joe. She agreed to it immediately, but figured we needed some money before we could go to the mainland, then south a hundred miles to where Dad lived.
"Well, we can worry about that later, anyway," she said. "Watching those two studs shove their cocks in you really got me horny. Today it's my turn to get fucked."
"If we're lucky," I said, grinning, "we both can get laid."
Denise and I dressed pretty much the same. Skintight cut-off jeans, tennis shoes and T-shirts that allowed our nipples to stand out and show themselves. We waited until Gig and Nick left, then we took our bicycles and headed for the beach.
As we rode our bikes, Denise and I talked and enjoyed the whistles we got from the men who drove by.
"Shit!" I said. "We should have worn our bikinis. How are we going to compete with all the other women if we're overdressed?"
"Damn," Denise replied. "When you do an about face, you really do it fast!" "Got any money on you?" I asked. "No, not a cent."
"Don't worry about it. I'll figure something out."
I pedaled my bike faster, heading for the clothing store near the wharf. Denise complained at the speed I was going but stayed right up there with me. Mr. Brown, an old coot in his late fifties, had run the clothing store for years. I figured, with a little work on my part, that I could get two bikinis free.
"Hello," I said to the check-out girl, "I'd like to see Mr. Brown if I could."
"He's in his office in the back," the girl replied. I made a subtle motion with my hand, indicating that I wanted Denise to keep the girl busy for a while. She picked it up right away and started a conversation with her as I walked away.
Mr. Brown, old but slender, was sitting at his desk looking over some ledgers. He noticed me waiting at the door and smiled.
"Come in, Rosanne! It's good to see you!"
I had known him all of my life and never once had I thought of fucking the old man. Now, however, the idea held a lot of appeal to me.
"Do you mind if I close the door, Mr. Brown? There's something I'd like to talk to you about." He said fine and I closed the door, turned to him and smiled. Crossing my arms in front of my body, I grabbed the T-shirt by the bottom, then slowly pulled it up. Poor Mr. Brown just sat there, eyes wide, mouth open, unable to say or do a single thing. I stopped pulling the shirt up when it was right at my nipples. He could see the bottom slopes of my tits, but nothing more.
"Are you in a bargaining mood?" I asked, smiling lustfully at him. "Because if you are, this T-shirt comes off right now. If not, I'll turn on my heel and leave right now."
"Yes!" Mr. Brown said immediately, finally shocked out of his stupor.
"Good. I was hoping you would say that." With that I pulled the shirt over my head and stood in front of him with my hands on my hips, showing off my big, well-shaped tits. I dropped the shirt to the floor and cupped my tits in my hands, sort of pushing them up and together so the nipples were pointing at Mr. Brown.
"What are you doing, Rosanne?"
"I'm seducing you, what do you think? And all I want in return for my . . . charms, as it were, is two bikinis. One for myself and one for Denise."
"You mean you want to ... " "Get it on with you? Sure, that's what I want to do. Now what do you want? Me to suck your cock? Maybe you'd like to fuck me? Up the ass?"
Mr. Brown let out a groan and jerked his cock out of the fly of his pants. I ran around the desk, dropped to my knees, and grabbed his prick and stroked it while looking up at him.
"Suck! Suck it!"
"A blow job it is, then," I murmured, rubbing the cockhead against my lips. Mr. Brown stared at me, still amazed that a girl he had known all his life was actually fondling his prick and rubbing it over her lips.
I licked around the head, flicking my tongue into his pisshole before working around the ridge. Mr. Brown unfastened his pants and pushed them down to his ankles and my lips never stopped caressing his cockhead the whole time. Finally comfortable, I cupped his balls in my hand and gave them a playful squeeze, then pushed my head down, taking his cock deep into my mouth. Mr. Brown's cock wasn't nearly as big as either of the guys who raped me, but that didn't much seem to matter. His prick twitched mightily between my lips and I knew that he was enjoying the pleasure I provided.
"Ohhhhh! Such a pretty face on my cock," Mr. Brown whispered. He caressed my hair, touching the golden strands lightly with his fingertips. I made a mentaf note then and there to suck him off again-once for each bikini. The old boy probably didn't get his nuts off very often, so why not do a service for the guy?
With his cock being the size it was, I had no trouble fitting all of his prick in my mouth. Up and down I bobbed slowly, getting my timing straight, teasing the cockshaft with my teeth, just the way Denise had told me.
"Mmmmmmm!" I moaned, rotating my head on the cockshaft as the cockhead pressed against the back of my mouth. I tickled his balls with my fingertips and worked my tongue along the sensitive underside of his prick. I hardly had time to get my rhythm when I heard him start to wheeze and babble about coming soon. I pounced on his cock like a cougar on a deer. My lips tightened around the throbbing prick and I squeezed his balls. Then, only a couple of seconds after really applying a strong suction to his cock, a couple of spurts of come trickled out the tip. I swirled his come in my mouth for a bit, letting my tongue enjoy what little jism he had. Finally, realizing I wasn't going to get any more jism from the old boy, I pulled my mouth off his shrinking prick and swallowed his come.
"Ahhhhhhh!" I said, licking my lips in an obvious display of pleasure. I wanted Mr. Brown to know that I really had enjoyed his prick. "That was the first time I've ever swallowed a man's jism," I said, adding a few final kisses to the cockhead. "And damn, do I love it."
"Yes, yes . . . of course you do, my dear," Mr. Brown said, leaning back in his chair and gasping for air. "Just pick out the bikinis you want and tell the girl I said you could take them."
Denise and I had no trouble picking out swim suits. We took the two that showed the most and covered up the least. Denise was still dumbfounded about me sucking Mr. Brown's cock, saying that not even she, who had been sucking cocks a lot longer than I have, would have the guts to do something like that.
We went to the dressing room and changed into the bikinis, then stowed our clothes in a paper bag and told Mr. Brown to keep an eye on it until we returned. Ten minutes later we were at the beach, getting looked at by every man there.
"I've got to suck cock," Denise whispered, leaning so close to me that our tits touched. "I've got to suck cock right now and don't tell me any different. You've already sucked someone off and now it's my turn."
"Fine," I agreed, "but where are you going to give a blow job? Right here on the beach? Aside from getting arrested, Gig would kill you. Me, too."
Denise scanned the beach, probably looking for prospective cocks to chomp on. Then, looking at the parking lot, she got that familiar smile on her face that told me something was up.
"Over there," she said, nodding toward a station wagon with a guy behind the wheel. "He's sitting there watching his kids. If I stayed low, no one would see us. You could act as a look-out."
"Lead the way!"
Denise and I walked right up to the guy. He was about thirty-five or forty, had balding hair and a slight paunch. Still, he had a cock between his legs and that's all Denise was really worried about.
"Hi," Denise said. "How would you like me to suck your cock?"
"Real subtle," I murmured as Denise got in the car, sliding in next to the guy.
"Don't look at me," Denise said, tugging at the stranger's zipper. "Just pretend that I'm not even here."
The stranger looked up at me, his eyes holding a strange mixture of fear, lust and shock. His lips moved but no words came out, then finally he got his vocal chords to work.
"This has never happened to me before," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "In all my life this has never happened to me before. What would my wife and children think?"
"You're crazy," I told him, leaning against the car. "If your wife had any sense at all she would be in the car with you, in just the same position as my sister is now, sucking your cock. Instead she's fucking around, hoping to meet some guy who will treat her right and shove his cock in her mouth."
"She doesn't give blow jobs."
"That's only because you've never taken charge of the situation. If you had, she'd be sucking your cock until you were nothing more than a shriveling whelp of a man, so fucked out you couldn't see straight. I know, I've been there."
Denise finally got his zipper down and had his cock out. The guy had a nice cock, maybe six or seven inches long, but really thick. She wrapped her fingers around the cockshaft and stroked it lightly. Immediately the cock started to stretch, becoming larger in her hand. I knew that I was supposed to watch as a look-out, guard against intruders coming near, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from what my sister was doing.
"Sweet, wonderful cock," she hissed, flicking her tongue out over the head. "I need to drink your come."
"Oh, shit ..." the guy moaned, unable to really grasp what was happening to him. Denise stroked his prick a while longer, not stopping until it had reached maximum length and thickness, then she finally opened her mouth wide and took the cockhead between her lips.
I could hear her slurping on the heated meat, giving the stranger's cock all her tongue's expertise. She bobbed up and down slowly, taking the cock deep into her mouth before pulling up to slowly withdraw the prick from her hungry lips. Denise licked around the head, working her tongue tirelessly back and forth over the tight cockhead before once again sliding her slippery lips slowly, lovingly over the tip.
"Good . . . damn, that's good," the guy moaned, watching Denise's head in his lap. He looked up at me, staring at my bulging tits with a strange smile on his face. Reaching out the open car window he put his arm around my waist and pulled me closer so that my crotch was pressed against the side of the car and my tits were near his face.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I asked, looking around quickly to see if anyone was watching. "Someone will see us!"
"So let the bastards look," the stranger replied. His hand crept slowly from my waist to cup one asscheek. His fingers slid back and forth, from one cheek to the next, then dipped into the valley to rub my asshole.
"Ohhhhhhh," I moaned, rubbing my cunt against the sun-warmed car door. "Tickle my ass, baby! Tickle my ass!"
He tugged my bikini top up and I felt one tit pop free. And then his hot, wet tongue was working circles around my nipple. I could feel my tingling cunt getting moist and I gyrated my hips more, pushing my warm pussy against the door. His mouth opened wide and he took as much of my big tit into his mouth as he could. His rough tongue scraped against my hard, little nipple and then he contented himself with just sucking on my tit like a child feeding from his mother.
Inside the car I could hear Denise's heated cocksucking. The slurping sounds came loud and fast. She was really getting it on with his cock, that was for sure. When the guy's teeth grazed lightly over my nipple, I thought my knees would buckle, the pleasure was so great. His fingers worked under my bikini to caress the bare skin of my ass and I could do nothing more than cross my arms on top of the car and put my head on them. If anyone saw us Denise and I wouldn't be able to show our faces on the island, but right then and there I didn't give much of a damn. The spears of lust were stabbing deep into my horny body and that was all I could think about. Nothing but pleasing myself-letting my body have what it wanted and needed-seemed to matter at all.
The stranger made some choking sounds and his lips drew hard on my nipple. When I heard Denise's cocksucking go faster and faster, then slow down as she moaned deep in her throat, I knew he had given her the mouthful of come that she craved. Soon his jism would be warming her insides, coating the inside of her mouth so that she could taste his jism for hours afterwards.
"Mmmmmmm! That was delicious," Denise said. A moment later she got out of the car and walked over to me. The guy was still sucking on my tit like a child and my body was needing cock more than it ever had before.
"Come on, big Sister, it's time for us to be moving on. And you," she said to the guy as I pulled my nipple from his lips, "have a really nice cock. Thanks for giving me some come. I really enjoyed it."
I tucked my tit back in my bikini top and adjusted the bottom half so that it once again covered my ass properly. The poor guy, his limp cock sticking out the fly of his pants, glistening with Denise's saliva, couldn't say a word. He was so drained of energy by Denise's expert blow job he could do nothing more than look at us with dull, sated surprise.
Denise and I walked among the sightseers and fishermen, pleased with the way men turned their heads to watch us walk by. My tits, slightly larger than my younger sister's, seemed to draw the most attention. Denise noticed this and gave me a quick wink. She wasn't in the least jealous.
We walked and walked and never really found the type of men we were looking for, so we went back to our bikes and went home. Once there, an idea struck me that was so adorably horny and perfect that my cunt started to get wet just by thinking about it.
"Let's make a raid on Gig's things, and then we're going to have all the men we can handle."
"What are you talking about?" Denise asked, excited but confused.
"Don't worry, we're not going to steal anything from her, we're just going to get a couple of pairs of garter belts and nylons." I reached out and pressed my palm against her bushy cunt, feeling the heat through her bikini. "That little monster down there is going to get filled to the max in no time at all."
Denise giggled her adorable little-girl giggle and followed me to Gig's bedroom.
CHAPTER FIVE
. In a half hour Denise and I were decked out in stylish outfits. I wore a long, black dress with nothing under it but black silk panties, matching garter belt and hose. The dress was low cut, with narrow straps holding it up. My braless tits, nipples protruding, swayed deliciously. Denise wore a white, long-sleeved blouse and wrap-around skirt that could be taken off in an instant. Beneath her clothes she was dressed the same as I. We were, in effect, dressed for an afternoon of heavy fucking.
We hitchhiked back to the wharf in no time. The guy who picked us up wanted nothing more than to fuck both of us silly. I was stern with Denise, though. She wanted to suck the guy off and I whispered, my voice very stern, that we had an objective to meet and could not be delayed. She complained quietly but did as I demanded.
The guy dropped us off at the wharf and I headed straight for the pier. Denise followed, still unaware of what I had planned. As we walked on the wooden pier, our four-inch heeled shoes clicked loudly with each step.
The smell of fish was heavy in the air as we passed by the tourists as they struggled with their fishing gear and cameras. When I finally found The Island Devil anchored near the end of the pier, I knew that excitement and hot fucking were just around the corner. Gerry, the guy who owns the boat and rents it out for fishing, was standing on the top deck, issuing orders for his customers to put their gear down and get ready to shove off.
"Hey, lover boy!" I said, giving Gerry my sexiest smile. "How many are you taking out this time?"
"Eight, including myself. All men, too." "Can we come along?"
"I'd like to let you but we're loaded up pretty solid. It's a nice idea, anyway," he said, his eyes ravaging my body.
I really didn't know Gerry that well, but I always figured him to be a pretty handsome guy. Maybe in his early thirties, he would have a strong, hard cock between his legs. As a fishing guide he was considered the best on the island and, as such, demanded top dollar from his customers.
"Follow me," I whispered over my shoulder to Denise as I headed up the plank to the boat.
"Hey, we're about to shove off!" Gerry said.
Denise and I got on board and Gerry met us right away. From the look on his face I knew he wasn't happy about telling us we would have to leave, but his high-paying customers couldn't be denied.
"Before you say a word," I said, touching his chest with my fingertips, "we'd like to talk with you in private."
Gerry gave me a half-angry look but headed below deck to his living quarters. I watched his tight little ass moving and felt a tingling in my twat. He'd give in to my requests. With my new-found confidence and sensuality, I was absolutely sure of it.
Once inside, I closed the door behind Denise and faced Gerry. He was just about to say something when I grabbed his shorts by the bottoms and jerked them down to his ankles. His underwear came down next and all he could do was stand there with a dumbfounded look on his face and a limp prick between his legs.
"We're going on the fishing cruise with you," I said, then pushed his chest so that he fell backward onto his bed. I moved closer and dropped to my knees near his leg and grabbed his prick, pointing it up to my face. My big tits pressed against the outside of his thigh as I smiled confidently at him. "To repeat myself . . . we're going on the cruise."
Denise got down on the other side of Gerry and together we started sucking his prick. Though it was small when my lips first touched it, the cock quickly twitched and grew to respectable size and width. My lips played over the head while Denise licked his balls and cockshaft. Our tongues caressed every inch of sizzling hot prick he had.
"Don't be so selfish," Denise said, pulling Gerry's cock from my mouth. "Let me have some of this."
As she sucked the head, giving it her best tongue-job, I used my lips to tantalize Gerry's wrinkled, hairy ball sac. I tucked one ball into my mouth and warmed it with my saliva, then licked up the cockshaft so that Denise's face and mine were tightly wedged together, each mouth taking in as much prick as possible.
"Two at once," Gerry said, his voice choked and guttural with lust. "Too good to be real." And then he rested on the bed and let Denise and I pleasure ourselves with his hard cock.
With Denise sucking on the cockhead, I curled my fingers around the prickshaft and stroked it with abandon, urging his balls to release their load. A moment later his balls drew tightly to his cock and I felt the come shooting through his cockshaft, out the head of his prick right into Denise's thirsty mouth. She took his whole load, then gulped it down without sharing any of the precious jism with me.
"Hey, I wanted some of that," I complained.
"There are seven other men on this boat," Denise said between licks of Gerry's cockhead. "So don't worry about it."
As Denise and I were sucking and licking on Gerry's dwindling cock, there was a knock on the door and one of the fishermen was complaining about it getting late and how he wanted to get the show on the road before all the fish were gone.
"Stupid bastard," Gerry mumbled, sitting up and pulling his shorts over his well-sucked cock. He left the room while Denise and I giggled about our good fortune. It wasn't much longer that we felt the boat pulling away from the dock.
"Are we going to fuck all of them?" Denise asked, her dark eyes shining mischievously.
"Why not-you said you wanted cock, didn't you?"
"Well yes, but I never dreamed we'd have seven of them."
"Listen, you were responsible for changing me from a frightened little girl into a cocksucking nymphomaniac. You just try and keep up with me. You may have had a head start as far as giving head is concerned, but I'm catching up quick!"
"No shit!" she mumbled, then followed me to the main deck.
Denise and I chatted with the men as we headed out to sea. the wind kept blowing my dress up and I saw the look of amazement on the men's faces when they noticed I was wearing a garter belt and hose. I sat in a chair facing the front so that my dress would push up often, and talked with two men in their early forties while Gerry was busy setting up everyone's bait and fishing line. Denise was chatting with a handsome young with closely cropped black hair. He looked like a gangster and I said to myself that Denise would be fucking him within the hour.
"How old are you?" the man named Paul asked.
"Old enough."
"Rosanne, do your parents know where you are and what you're doing?" he said, looking at my crossed legs.
"No," I replied, bending forward to fiddle with my shoes so that he could get a good view of my tits. "But I know where I am and what I'm doing ... so what difference does it make?"
I looked over at Denise and she gave me a quick wink, then took the gangster's hand and they started walking around the boat. Gerry was still busy trying to help the men who were more interested in fishing than seducing us, so he didn't notice. I talked with Paul and his friend for a while longer, then excused myself and tried to find Denise.
Walking by a window, I heard Denise say, "Don't! Don't! Please ..." I looked in the window and there, in Gerry's living quarters, was Denise and the gangster. Denise was sitting on the bed against the headboard. Her arms were outstretched and her wrists were bound to the headboard. The gangster had her by the ankles and spread them, then bent forward and started licking her cunt. Immediately my pussy got hot.
"Please . . . please ..." Denise murmured, but I knew that she didn't want the guy to stop. She kept her legs as wide as possible, giving her cunt licker as much room as he needed. Her long brown hair fell over her shoulders, obscuring the beauty of her full tits.
"Give it to her," I whispered to myself, pressing my face against the glass. The look on Denise's face was nothing less than pure joy. Each time the guy lashed her clit with his tongue, her whole body jerked. The rosy nipples, hard and erect, peeked through a veil of brown hair and my mouth watered with the thought of sucking those little buds.
As my hands moved slowly up my body toward tingling nipples, the gangster pulled his face away from Denise's cunt. She started to protest, but then he grabbed her ankles again and spread them even wider. His long cock seemed to know right where to go. The cockhead punched through Denise's pink pussylips and soon the two were fucking hot and heavy.
I played with my tits through the dress, watching the young couple fucking away on the bed. Between the two of them the only clothes left on were Denise's shoes, garter and hose. The rest of their clothes was bunched together on the floor of the boat.
"Fuck!" the guy groaned, tossing his head back. I could see his pale, long cock halfway in Denise's cunt. Her pussy was wrapped tightly around the cockshaft and, from the look on his face, I could tell that he was really enjoying her pussy.
"Fuck me harder! Give me your cock!" Denise gasped. Her tits rolled back and forth on her chest as she took in the gangster's cock. He braced himself with his hands and pounded his prick into her, ramming full-length with each thrust of his hips.
Several minutes passed, seemingly in just a matter of seconds. My cunt was dripping wet from watching the wonderful fucking my sister was getting. I watched her wrists as she struggled with the bindings holding her to the headboard.
And then everything kicked into fast motion. The gangster reamed Denise's cunt harder and faster than I thought possible. His firm ass was just a blur.
"Ahhhhhh!" Denise cried out, twitched and straining against the ropes as she came. Her lover just grit his teeth as his cock filled Denise's cunt with jism.
I heard someone walking up behind me and I wheeled around. Whoever it was, I didn't want them to see Denise and her lover. It turned out to be Paul and his friend.
"What's going on?" Paul asked, holding a highball in one hand and a cigar in the other. "When you didn't come back we were afraid you had gotten lost."
"On a boat? Not likely, is it?"
They laughed and we headed for the back of the boat where the others were all evenly spaced apart, sitting in chairs and holding fishing poles. Gerry was on the upper deck steering the boat toward the open sea, no doubt to a favorite, secret fishing spot.
I took Paul's drink from his hand and sipped it. The alcohol burned as it went down, immediately warming my insides while calming me at the same time. I hadn't made it with two men, except the two who raped me, and the idea of fucking and sucking Paul and his friend excited me.
"I paid thirty bucks to go on this damn fishing trip and you can almost guarantee I won't catch a thing," Paul said, looking at his fishing rod sticking out of a holder attached to the side of the boat. "Never do. I've been fishing seriously for fifteen years now and I never catch a damn thing!"
"Don't be so negative," I replied, handing him his drink back and allowing my fingers to trail over his palm a little longer than necessary. "Maybe you just haven't been using the right kind of bait."
As I walked to the bow of the boat, I could hear Paul and his friend urgently whispering to each other about me. They probably still hadn't figured out that I had every intention of fucking both of them, and their whispered comments to each other told me as much.
It was deserted on the bow. No chairs or fishermen or anything else. Just the blue sea ahead and eight men and my sister behind me. I sat down on the wooden deck, crossing my legs and leaning back on my elbows. Tilting my face to the sun, I felt my face and body being gently warmed in the light.
"Working on your tan?" Paul said. I could tell it was him from his voice.
"Yes," I answered, not opening my eyes. "What are you working on?"
"Actually, to be quite honest, I was thinking about working on you."
"I'm infinitely more interesting . . . and certainly a bigger catch . . . than fishing."
Paul sat down next to me and I still hadn't opened my eyes. I felt him putting his arm under the small of my back, then his lips lightly grazing against my cheek. When his weight pressed me onto my back, I held him tightly, running my fingers through his hair and lightly scratching his back. Paul's lips pressed against mine and I greeted lis kiss by opening my mouth. Immediately we were frenching up a storm, tongues darting from mouth to mouth.
Paul's hand inched slowly from the side of my face, down over the smooth skin of my neck, and finally cupping my tit. He squeezed and fondled the handful of hot flesh, rubbing his palm over the nipple until it grew hard and erect. When he finally pushed the top of my dress down so that my tits were exposed, I almost cried, I was so happy. Cocksucking is all fine and dandy, but I really needed a cock for my cunt and I knew he would be the one to really give it to me.
I raised my knee, putting my foot on the deck, and my dress bunched up around my waist. I could feel the warm ocean breeze blowing up my dress, making the light material flutter as the wind toyed with my wet cunt.
I was hotter than I had ever been before. Paul's fingers and lips were driving me wild. He nipped lightly on my neck while rolling my nipples between his thumb and fingers. He licked my ear lobe, and even stuck his tongue right in my ear. When he did that, I went out of my mind.
"What do you want me to do? Tell me anything and I'll do it."
"Suck me off," Paul whispered softly, not as urgent as I. "Let me watch you sucking my cock. I want to see you drink my come."
I would be lying if I said I wasn't disappointed, but Paul had been such a sweetheart-so tender and caring-that I was willing to please him any way I could. I still hadn't opened my eyes as I felt him pull out from my embrace. I heard him stand up, then the rustle of clothes as he shed them quickly. Soon he was sitting near my face, leaning back on one elbow and twisted toward me so that the knob of his prick touched my cheek.
"Yes, lover man ... I love your cock," I murmured, grabbing his prick and being happy to find it a good eight inches of solid cockshaft. I licked the cockhead, tasting the lubricating jism that oozed out the tip, then stretched my lips wide and took the cocktip into my mouth. Paul pushed his hips at me and I caught on right away that he wanted to fuck my mouth just the same as he would my cunt. Instead of moving my head toward him to get his prick, I remained still and let him give me his cock at whatever speed and depth he chose.
"You're so ... so beautiful," he whispered, pushing my blonde hair away from my face.
His prick was large enough so that I could put my hand around the cockshaft and still have plenty left to suck. He seemed to enjoy it best that way, sort of getting jerked off and sucked at the same time, and I gave him a tender tongue lashing each time his cockhead pushed into me.
When I heard the clicking of heels against the wooden deck, I wondered idly who it was but did not open my eyes. Nothing in the world was going to stop me from pleasing Paul exactly the way he wanted to be pleased. There was a long pause, with nobody saying anything, and I figured that whoever it was enjoyed watching a young girl sucking cock. When I felt a hand raising my other knee and my dress being raised more to completely expose my pussy, I let out a low, cat-like purr of pleasure. The next thing I felt was a big cockhead pressing firmly against my pussylips. My cunt was already wet and hot and the prick slid up my cunt with no trouble at all.
Whoever was fucking me had the same tender, caring way of getting it on that Paul had. He eased his prick full-length in and out slowly, feeling the warmth and moisture of my cunt. By reaming my pussy so slowly, I could feel every ridge and vein on his prick.
The two men gave their cocks to me, or shared them with me, and I accepted them gladly. One cock in my mouth-one in my cunt. Nothing could be better. I had been brutally and erotically fucked by two men before and now I was being tenderly and erotically fucked by two men. Both types of fucking-sensitive lovemaking and raging lust-made my clit sizzle and my mind spin.
"Ohhhhhh!" Paul moaned, pumping his hips faster to feed his cock to me. His cock had grown another half inch in length from the stimulation of my lips and tongue. I whipped my tongue against the head and stroked his prick as he pulled back. If he wanted a blowjob, I was going to give him the best one of his life.
"Rosanne, your pussy is so hot," the other voice said, and then I knew he was Paul's friend.
Together we approached our climax. Paul suddenly began thrashing on his side, pounding his prick between my lips until the cockhead smacked hard against the back of my mouth. His friend, sitting on his haunches, rammed his hard cock into me fiercely, thrusting with such power that his balls swung between his legs and slapped against my asshole.
Paul was the first to come. His prick quivered between my lips and then the head exploded. His come, thick and creamy, spurted powerfully in my mouth. He came so hard that I could feel the underside of his cock expand against my palm as the jism squirted on my tongue. Even as Paul's come was filling my mouth, his friend began blowing his jism in my cunt. The combined effect of their balls giving me so much jism at the same time pushed me over the edge of pleasure and I, too, was thrashing about madly on the wooden deck, lunging at Paul's cock to take it deep in my mouth, wiggling my ass to get the most friction against my clit.
"Arrrrrgggghhhh!" Paul groaned as the last of his come trickled out his cockhead. I kept sucking his prick, hoping to get more of his delicious jizz, but there was no more to be had. Finally he pulled his cock from my mouth and I swallowed his come with pleasure.
"I haven't blown my wad that hard in years," Paul's friend said, pulling his prick from my juicy cunt. "Hot damn, girl, you're some hot piece!"
"Yes, yes, yes," I purred, licking my lips. I heard them putting their clothes on and I didn't move a muscle. Throughout the whole fucking and sucking I hadn't opened my eyes once and it now seemed like some strange, wonderful daydream. I heard them walking away and I drifted off into a light sleep with my knees raised, my cunt exposed and my dress pulled under my tits.
When I woke up an hour later I felt rested and happy. I got up, adjusted my dress, and went to the stern of the boat. Gerry was there, helping a guy land a fish, and I counted the men. Two were missing and so was Denise. I watched Gerry land the fish, noticing how expert he was at it, and finally pulled him aside when he had a free moment.
"Where's Denise?"
"Hey, you girls are something else," he said, his eyes glowing happily. "These guys figure you two come with the trip. They're already saying they're coming back with other friends."
"Fine, fine," I said, "but tell me where my sister is." "Below deck with two guys. Really, Rosanne, you and Denise are the prettiest, hottest things to hit the island in years."
"You're a sweetie," I said, opening his shirt a little to kiss his hairy chest. "I'll talk more to you later."
I went to the window at Gerry's cabin again and saw Denise and her two lovers. All three were on the bed, with one man on his back and one guy standing. Denise was sitting on one cock, her back to the guy, and sucking the other's prick. I watched her firm tits bounce up and down as she worked to get the cock deep in her pussy. Apparently they had been getting it on for quite some time before I got there because the guy with his cock in her cunt was soon humping on the bed. I watched Denise's expression change, even though her lips were oval-ed around a fat cock, and knew that she was getting a belly full of come.
When she finally got the other guy off with her fantastic blowjob and had drunk his jism, I smiled and couldn't help but laugh. My little sister was one hell of a good lay. Judging by the way the guys went after her, and by how well she got their balls to explode, I thought she must, be absolutely fantastic.
When the men left, I went below deck and talked with Denise. We both agreed that we probably had had enough cock for the day. There were men we hadn't gotten it on with yet, either by sucking them or fucking, but they would just have to come back another time. For the remainder of the afternoon, until Paul tied The Island Devil up at the pier again, we just talked to the men and flirted with them. The ones who hadn't been lucky enough to step forward and get laid when they had the chance often felt us up, but we didn't give in to their wishes and went home feeling happy and exhausted.
CHAPTER SIX
For the next week Denise and I didn't get fucked, eaten out or suck a cock. The day on Gerry's boat had exhausted us and we really weren't interested in cocks. We were still interested in seeing Dad and Joe, but we hadn't planned the trip out completely yet and we sure as hell didn't bring it up with Nick again.
"Hey, Sis," I said one evening as we were lying in our beds, smoking cigarettes, "why did that guy tie you up in The Island Devil?"
"He did it because I asked him to. I saw how you grooved out on it and I wanted to try it for myself." She blew a stream of smoke toward the ceiling. "It was a kick but it's not something I'd want every time."
"Yeah, I know what you mean. Getting into the rough stuff is okay once in a while-provided it doesn't get too rough-but the tender stuff is so much more fulfilling."
"Also you don't get your clothes torn to pieces," she said and we both laughed.
"Hey, how often do you figure Gig and Nick get it on?" I asked.
"I don't know. She's become such a bitch lately. I just don't know what's gotten into her."
On and on we talked, making plans to see Dad and Joe and discussing, in great length and detail, the pleasures of cocksucking and fucking and what special tricks we use to really please our men.
Several days later, quite late at night, I was having problems getting to sleep and I decided to go downstairs and make myself a midnight snack. To my surprise, Nick was in the living room watching television, dressed in his robe.
"Why aren't you in bed?" he asked when I flopped down on the floor in the middle of the room.
"Couldn't sleep. How come you're not sleeping?" "Same reason."
"Denise and I are going to see Dad and Joe soon." I turned to him and put a finger to my lips hushing him. "Now don't scream too loud or you'll wake up Denise and Gig."
I know Nick wanted to really cut into me, give me royal hell, but my baby doll pajamas were covering so little of my tits and ass that he couldn't tear his eyes off my body. I crawled across the floor to him, resting my elbows on his knees. From his position he could see my cleavage and almost my nipples.
"Denise and I are big girls now, Nick, you've got to understand that," I said, giving him a smile. "We don't need to be protected like we used to. We can take care of ourselves now."
"That has yet to be determined," he said, staring at my tits.
I pushed in a little closer so that my tits pressed against his knees. Almost immediately I noticed a slight bulge where his cock was beginning to push up his robe. My nipples were tingling with the thought of getting it on with my brother-in-law. I had already seen his cock and watched him fuck my sister. What would he think about sharing his cock with his wife's two younger sisters?
"But you're still just little girls," Nick said after a while.
"If I'm just a little girl, how come your cock," I said, reaching out and giving his prick a firm squeeze through his robe, "is getting so big?"
Nick stammered for a response. Before he could compose himself I had opened up his robe and reached into the fly of his pajamas. His prick was warm against my palm as I pulled it out. The head was huge, sort of a reddish color, and looked absolutely delicious. Nick just sat there and watched me as I stroked his cock, rubbing my tits harder against his legs.
"All we want to do," I said, giving the cockhead a quick lick, "is go see our dear old father and brother." I licked his cockhead again, never taking my eyes off his. "Now that isn't asking too much, is it?"
Nick's prick got incredibly large. Even larger than either of the guys who raped me. I held his prick like a baseball bat, one hand over the other, and still had plenty of cock left to fill my mouth-and that's exactly what I did. The immense size of Nick's cockhead pulled my lips wide apart as I pushed down on him. The succulent meat flattened my tongue down in my mouth. It was, beyond doubt, the finest, biggest prick I had ever tasted.
"Use your tongue, baby," Nick whispered, reaching down to fondle my tit. "Lick all the way up and down it."
I did exactly as he instructed. Releasing his cock from my mouth, I tongued up and down his cockshaft, getting every adorable inch of hard, trembling cock wet with my spit. Then, when his prick was nice and slick, I started sucking on him again, bobbing my head over his cock while using both hands to stroke and squeeze his cockshaft.
I sucked him for a minute or two, but it seemed like seconds. When he finally pulled my head off his cock, I almost cried. The only thing that kept me from protesting was the look in his eyes that told me I'd be getting his prick up my pussy.
I rolled onto my back and Nick pulled my silk panties off. He then grabbed my left ankle and put it on his left shoulder, turning me on my side, and guiding his cock into my wet snatch. My little pussy had never had to accommodate anything quite so large before and there was some resistance, but then my cunt lips finally stretched enough and his mushroomed cockhead was in my cunt.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" I sighed, feeling his prick fill me up like no cock ever had before, "that's so fucking big!"
"Shhhh! You'll wake the others up," Nick hissed, then fed my cunt another couple inches of prick. He pushed into me slowly, perhaps afraid that his monstrous cock would hurt a girl as young as myself. But push on he did and, after several pumps of his hips, his cock was buried to the balls in my pussy.
His enormous prick rubbed against my clit and I thought I would go right out of my mind. In and out his cock moved, quickly pushing me toward my climax. I rolled my nipples between my fingers and stared at his muscular body. God, he was good-looking!
"Fuck me, Nick!" I said, probably too loudly. "Give me wonderful fucking every day!"
I knew that I was talking too loudly, but I just couldn't help myself. Each insertion of cock into my heated, wet cunt drove me wild. And then my stomach muscles tightened and I had to bite my bottom lip and pinch my nipples painfully hard to keep quiet. My body tossed and turned as Nick's rock-hard cock reamed my pussy. My clit, coral red and oozing with cunt juice, finally exploded, sending me into the most bone-jarring, heavenly come of my life. My pussy juice flowed freely out of my snatch, matting Nick's curly hair above his cock. As he fucked me, the squishing sounds of his prick slamming into my sloppy hole could be heard.
Thirty seconds after coming the first time, I came again. And, during my second climax as I deluged Nick's prick with clear oil, he filled my pussy to the brink with jism. It seemed like a gallon of the thick, white come jerked out the head of his pistoning cock.
I tossed about on the floor, one leg held high by Nick, and finally my climax was over. Nick pulled his cock from my cunt and straddled my body. I thought he was going to ask me to clean his prick with my mouth, like Gig did. Instead he held his prick by the base and slapped it quickly on the sides of my face three times.
"You're nothing but a slut," he said, then whacked the head of his prick against my cheek. "Just a teenage whore . . . but I love it. Damn, how I love your mouth." And then he punched his fat cockhead between my lips and I sucked the last drop of come from the fleshy tube.
Thanks to Nick's exhausting fucking, I then went to bed and fell asleep in no time at all.
The day after I fucked Nick, Denise and I were talking.
"So how do you figure we'll travel the hundred miles from the mainland to Dad's place?" she asked.
"Hitchhike, I suppose," I answered, wiggling my ass into a pair of skin-tight cut-off jeans. "How the hell else will we get that far?"
"Hitchhiking seems a little dangerous to me."
"Don't be such a damn coward. I swear, Sis, you used to be the gutsiest little snapper on the island and now you're screaming like Chicken Little."
"Well, I just don't want anything to happen, that's all." Denise faced a full-length mirror and cupped her tits, inspecting them. I knew she wished she had bigger tits, but there was nothing I could say or do that would change matters any. Most women would be happy to have tits like her, but because Gig and I both have enormous tits, Denise feels as though she has to, also.
"Look, we're leaving this fucking island because we can't do a damn thing without everyone on the island knowing about it. We'll go see Dad and Joe for the week and then when we come back we'll have gotten our wild streak out of us." I took a cigarette from Denise's pack and lit one.
"I'm a little nervous. I mean, I've been fucking around on this island for a long time and my reputation is still spotless. I know the game and the rules; on the mainland I'm not so sure."
"Hey, listen," I said softly, putting my hands on her shoulders and looking in her eyes from the reflection in the mirror. "Big sister Rosanne isn't going to let anything bad happen to you. I'll protect you."
Our eyes met and for what seemed like an eternity we stood there motionless, my hands on her shoulders as I stared into her lovely eyes. Then my eyes cast down, catching her brown areolas and pointed nipples in the mirror. What happened after that was a blur. Suddenly Denise wheeled around and faced me. Our hands clawed at each other. Denise unsnapped my jeans and pushed me backward on the bed, then was tearing them down my legs. I was wearing a light nylon blouse and she ripped the buttons off, then jerked the last of my clothing down my arms.
And then we were in each other's arms, lying side by side on the bed. As our lips touched, we opened our mouths and kissed until our bodies were hot and our cunts wet with girl juice. My hand was between her thighs, groping for her gash. As soon as my middle finger found the mark, I pushed it two knuckles deep. Denise let out a purr like a contented kitten, then bit my bottom lip hard, arching her hips up to drive my finger all the way up her pussy.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!'' she moaned when I wiggled my finger around inside her cunt. Her thick, dark bush scratched the palm of my hand as I stabbed into her wet crease. Our tongues attacked secret places, searching, touching, tantalizing our bodies. I kissed her neck and sucked on the velvety skin until I left a hickey.
"Let me eat your pussy," I whispered, then pushed Denise onto her back. I quickly turned around and put a knee on either side of her head. Denise reached around my ass and pulled my cunt down on her open mouth. Her tongue slithered between my hairy cuntlips, searching for my cunt. Immediately I dipped my head down between her legs, mashing my tits against her stomach, and began licking up her sweet-tasting cunt oils.
"Nuummm! Ahhhhh!" I gasped between licks as Denise's hungry mouth worked its miracles on my cunt. She ate me like she had been doing it all of her life, though mine was the first cunt she had ever eaten. I inhaled deeply, catching the pungent, aromatic odors of her pussy. Then, as before, I devoured her pink pussy, lashing up and down its length before pushing my tongue in and out as though I were fucking her with it.
My hips twitched, my whole body tingled, my nipples sizzled and bore into the soft flesh of Denise's stomach. As Denise ate my cunt, she fingered my asshole and I quickly did the same to her. I learned to finger fuck her while chewing lightly on her clit with my lips. In no time at all-far too quickly as far as I was concerned-we both started gasping and wrenching crazily on the bed. She was the first to come, arching her hips up so high that she picked me right off the bed. A minute later, after some serious cunt-sucking by Denise, I released my hot come on Denise's mouth. She ate my pussy, drinking up as much come as possible.
When I finally rolled off her heaving, perspiring body, I saw that her whole face was slick and glistening from my climax. Putting fingers to my face, I found that my face was just as wet and oily.
"Fantastic," I whispered, a silly grin on my face. Denise started giggling and grinning and then we held each other close for a long time, our tits pushing together, lips gently grazing tender, sensitive parts.
"What a way to start the morning off," Denise said, giving my nipple a little pinch. "That was beautiful."
"Hey, why haven't we been eating each other's pussies since we were just teeny-boppers?"
We talked all that day, taking a long walk, and finalized our plans for seeing Dad and Joe. The following morning, with Gig's blessings or not, we were going. If they said no, then fuck them, we figured.
CHAPTER SEVEN
We didn't take off the following morning as we had planned. Gig ended up sick and said she'd beat the living hell out of Denise and myself if we saw Dad. When Nick got home from work he repeated the threat, even though he couldn't take his eyes off my low-cut blouse.
Denise and I decided that maybe it would be best if we just slipped quietly out of the house at night and that's exactly what we did somewhere around midnight, after Gig and Nick had fallen asleep.
We both wore faded jeans and casual shirts for our nighttime escape. We packed one suitcase for the two of us. It was crammed with one sexy outfit for each of us, plus the garters and nylons we had stolen from Gig, and some other casual clothes. Quietly we slipped out of the house, following the dark back streets until we felt we were safe, then headed straight for the wharf. Gerry, we figured, could be bribed into taking us to the mainland on The Island Devil.
"You know we're in big fucking trouble when we return," Denise said. I looked at her and she was smiling, looking young and pretty with her brown hair gently blowing in the warm evening breeze.
"So what? At least we'll be in trouble together for a change. Normally you're the one catching all the hell and I never do anything."
We talked and laughed and tried to make each other feel comfortable, even though we were both scared shitless. By the time we reached The Island Devil it was nearly one o'clock in the morning and all the lights were out on the boat.
I took the suitcase from Denise and let her get on board first, then I handed it back to her and followed. Gerry's boat was rocking softly with the waves and the notion that Gerry might have a gun or something to protect The Island Devil from thieves gave me a very sudden sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.
"Maybe we better not just walk in," I whispered, grabbing Denise by the arm. "Gerry! Hey, Gerry! Wake up and come out here!" I hissed, hopefully loud enough so that it would wake him up but not so loud that the neighboring houseboat residents could hear.
There was no sound inside and I rapped on the door quickly with my knuckles. A second later I heard a sleepy groan from inside.
"W-what? Is someone out there?"
"Gerry, wake up. It's Rosanne and Denise. We need your help." I opened the door and walked in, turning on a small light. Gerry was in bed under the blankets, still trying to wake up. When the light hit him in the eyes, he groaned again and pulled a pillow over his face.
"What in the living fuck are you two broads doing here at this time?"
"We need a lift to the mainland," I said, sitting on the edge of the bed. "And you're the only person we know who can get us there."
"Why me? Why always me?" he didn't say anything for a long time, then took the pillow from his face and looked at me. "You've run away from home, haven't you?" I nodded my head and he groaned long and pitifully.
"Please, Gerry," Denise said, sitting next to him. "I promise I'll make it worth your while and no one will ever find out that it was you who took us to the mainland."
"No, I'm very sorry but I just can't. You two are just teenagers. The police could arrest me.
Denise unbuttoned her shirt and let it slide off her shoulders and down her arms. Gerry looked at her tits, tightly encased and held high in a sheer nylon bra. His lips moved but no sound came out.
"I said I would make it worth your while," Denise said coolly, then pulled the covers back to reveal his naked body. She grabbed his prick by the base and pointed the knob up toward her face, then bent down and buried all of his limp prick in her wet, hot mouth. Her cheeks bulged out as the prick filling her mouth immediately stretched and grew to considerable size and bulk.
"Well, maybe I could reconsider," Gerry said, watching Denise's hot lips travel up and down the twitching prick. His fingers trailed from the nape of her neck down her spine to her skin-tight jeans. "Oh, yeah, that's the way to give head," he whispered, squeezing Denise's firm ass.
Denise whipped her tongue over the cockhead several times, then pushed down over his meat again to tantalize the shank with her lips. Her stretching lips were moving in a chewing motion, which produced another lustful moan from Gerry, and I knew he wouldn't be able to resist her demands. Then, without warning, Denise pulled her mouth off Gerry's cock and sat up.
"Hey, don't stop now!" Gerry gasped, reaching out to grab a handful of Denise's tit. "I haven't come yet!"
"You'll get the rest . . . maybe even more," she said, running her middle finger between her legs in an inviting gesture, "once you get us to the mainland."
"You've got a deal," Gerry replied, bouncing out of bed. He scrambled into a pair of pants and dashed up stairs to get the engine running.
"You know something," I said. "You're the hottest, most conniving bitch on the face of the earth."
"Don't you just love it, though," Denise said, giving me that impish grin that I absolutely love.
It didn't take long for Gerry to get The Island Devil headed toward the mainland. Denise and I sat on the bed and smoked a cigarette before going up to see how much progress Gerry had made. The cool evening breeze swept our hair, tossing it this way and that. Looking at Denise's tits, confined only by the sheerest of all possible bras, I noticed that her nipples were hard, protruding noticeably. Was it the cool evening air that made her nipples stand out proudly, or the excitement in knowing that she would soon have Gerry's well-shaped, hard cock in every orifice of her body? I giggled silently at the thought.
"Okay," Gerry said, letting me take the wheel, "just keep it headed straight for those lights." He pointed to distant lights twinkling in the black horizon and I took the wheel, holding it tightly. I kept my eyes on those lights, never letting the boat stray very far off, and then I heard the sound of Denise's zipper being slowly pulled down.
"Are you people going to get it on right here?" I asked, squinting to get a better look at them. Denise was in a tight clench with Gerry, her arms around his neck while his hands moved between her legs. A flicker of warmth started between my legs, sending little shivers all through my body. I watched Gerry pushing Denise's tight jeans and panties down her hips, and then she stepped out of them.
"Fuck me, Gerry," Denise said, getting onto her back on the wooden deck. "Stick that big cock in me and fuck me."
Her voice sounded strange. There wasn't the gut-clenching urgency to her voice. Just the cool, self-assured knowledge that she was a hot little bitch, and that made her sound all the more sexy.
Gerry quickly stripped out of his clothes and sat on his haunches, between her legs. She put her feet up, resting her heels on his shoulders, and Gerry rubbed the head of his dick against her juicy pussy. When he pushed slowly into her, driving several inches of hard prick into her pussy, her eyes closed and that low, cat-like groan purred in her throat.
When I finally tore my eyes off the young lovers, I found that I was way off my mark. I slowly turned the boat, getting it back on course. The sounds of heated fucking rose above the hum of the inboard motor and the slapping of the waves against the hull.
"Yeah! Give it to me! Drive me, Gerry! Drive me!" Denise was chanting, wiggling her firm ass to really give Gerry his money's worth. Her brown hair swirled in the evening wind as Gerry reamed her little pussy, sending his rigid prick sliding back and forth through the velvet-soft folds of her cunt.
My fuckable sister, her sweet little ass twitching deliciously, her red lips just made to caress a cock, fucked Gerry's entire body until he was just a limp, lifeless shell of a man as the lights of the mainland came closer and closer.
"Hey, Gerry, we're almost there," I said, catching a glance of his pale cock shining with pussy juice as he pounded it into Denise. A second later he tossed his head back on his shoulders, eyes squeezed tightly shut, and growled like a hungry lion. From the look on Denise's face, I knew that her pussy was being imbued with hot come.
"Come on, Gerry! We're almost there!" I repeated. Denise put her feet on his chest and pushed him away. Gerry got to his feet, his knees a little weak, and took the wheel from me. Looking down, I noticed a small drop of cream at the end of his dick and I scooped it off with my finger, then tasted it. Yeah, that same good flavor.
The Island Devil slowed as we pulled into the pier. There were several boats tied to the dock and though many of them looked like houseboats, there wasn't a light to be seen in any of them. Denise and I hopped onto the dock, taking our suitcase with us. Gerry gave us a tired wave of the hand, saying he'd be more than willing to come and get us when we wanted to get back to the island, for the same fare, and we said we would.
"Well," I said, taking the suitcase, "we're on our own now, little Sister."
"Isn't it fantastic!" Her eyes had that glow to them again. She wasn't frightened any more. Maybe it was the good fucking she got that calmed her nerves. "I'm dying to see Dad and Joe again. It's been such a long time."
My mind drifted off as we walked down the dock and headed for the highway that led south. I remembered the rigidity and earthy taste of Nick's cock, the way it pulsed strongly against my lips and tongue.
Yeah ... we were on our own now, and were going to make it like no one before!
CHAPTER EIGHT
It seemed like we had walked for miles and miles before a trucker stopped to pick us up. By the look in his eyes he obviously wanted to fuck the living hell right out of both Denise and I, but we were so tired that neither of us were in the mood (which means we were damn tired!).
The trucker took us all the way to the road that leads to Dad's place and Denise and I walked the two miles down the gravel road alone and quietly, knowing that no cars would be around at that time in the morning.
It was strange to see the complete difference from the island. We passed a few houses that were little more than shacks. Here in the hills, with just a few dirt roads cut into the thick growth of trees, the people didn't have as much money. I wondered if they were happier because they didn't have as much money.
We passed another house that had three horses fenced in. Denise and I stopped and pulled up some long, fresh grass, moist with dew, and gave it to the horses. They ate it, chomping away as we stroked their manes.
"I do like the country," I said, rubbing the horse's warm body. "Honest, Denise, I like it out here. Everything is so much more relaxed and carefree."
"Well, it's good for a change, anyway." She pulled more grass and gave it to her horse. "It's nice to see some animals, though . . . rather than the human kind, that is."
We laughed and then went on, searching our vague memories for what Dad's place looked like. Finally, my legs weak from walking and my head spinning from lack of sleep, we saw Dad's shack. It was off the dirt road about fifty yards, in a clearing of trees. It could just barely be seen from the road. Only a thin road had been cut through the trees. Near the house, in a small pasture dotted with trees and surrounded by a wooden fence, were two horses, several pigs and some sheep.
"Think Dad'll be happy to see us?" I asked.
"Well, he said a thousand times that he wanted us to live with him just as soon as he got out of the city. No sense in thinking any different, I suppose."
I hoped like hell Denise was right as we stepped up to the front door. It was just a screen door, ill-fitted to its frame with a big rip in the metal screen. I knocked softly, then louder.
"Who in the hell is here at this time of the morning?" Dad growled from somewhere inside. "Fucking early birds ought to be shot!"
Denise looked at me, doubt in her face. I summoned up all my courage, smiled and winked at her. I felt protective of her since it had been my idea to see Dad and Joe in the first place.
When Dad got to the door, dressed in just his underwear, he saw us and his bloodshot eyes lit up. "Hot damn! Joe, get your lazy ass up! Your sisters are here! My baby girls!"
Dad flung open the door, nearly knocking Denise and I over, and gave both of us a big hug. His whiskers burned my cheek, but it felt good and comforting, like it did when I was just a small baby.
Before Joe came out, I explained to Daddy why we had come and he spliced in several terse comments about Gig and Nick and the city and everything else he hated with a passion. I said that Gig might try and take us back to the island and Dad said he had enough guns and ammunition in the house to hold off an army. I didn't feel like telling him that we wouldn't be staying that long because his grizzled face just looked so damn happy.
Joe was certainly less happy to see us. He was hung-over, like Dad, but he was in a foul mood. Dad told him to give Denise and I a hug, but he did so with reservation, then went back to bed.
"Dad, we've been up for more than a day," I explained. "And we're really bushed. Do you think you could let us sleep before you make any grand plans?"
"Why sure! Damn dumb of me. Should've known better." He ushered us inside, cursing under his breath about his happiness and how dumb he felt for not knowing we were tired.
The house was like all the others in the area-just a shack. Dad had one bedroom and Joe had another. There was just one more room, a combination living room, dining room and kitchen. Well, Dad didn't exactly have an abundance of extra space for Denise and I, but he didn't seem to care if his house was crowded, so I didn't worry about it either.
Dad showed us to his room and said we'd have to sleep together, Denise and I. He left, telling us he was happy one more time, and Denise and I stripped and were sleeping in each other's arms within minutes.
In the late afternoon we woke up and got dressed, Denise still wearing her jeans and T-shirt. I decided to wear a dress with my garters and hose, putting on make-up to look nice for Dad. Denise went with Joe to meet some of the neighbors and Dad and I took care of the chores, feeding the animals and so forth.
When Dad started to cook supper, I accidentally knocked a can of tomato sauce all over him and he had to change from his clothes to a ragged housecoat. The robe needed washing badly, and some mending here and there, but he didn't seem to mind.
"Listen, while you're cooking I'm going to take a short nap. Wake me when everything is done, okay?"
"Sure thing, Rosanne. You just get a little sleep and don't you worry about one little thing."
I kissed him on the cheek and went to bed. Once again I drifted off to sleep almost as soon as my head touched the pillow.
"Hey, sleepy-head, it's time for chow," Dad said, standing near the bed.
My eyes batted a couple times, then I looked up at his smiling face. Dad, however, was looking at my legs. The short skirt didn't hide much and what was showing sure as hell appealed to him. I kicked one foot near my ass, raising my knee in the air so the skirt bunched up even more and I was sure Dad could see my blue panties.
"Are Joe and Denise back yet?"
"Ah . . . no," he said, unable to tear his eyes away from my legs. "They ain't back yet. Probably had some work to do. Joe ... he does welding now and then. Same as me."
I stretched my arms out, arching my back a little to make the tits stand out even more. Looking at Dad, I noticed his robe was bulging just below his waist. Dad was getting a hard-on.
"Do you like these better than panty hose?" I asked, snapping the elastic garter belt against my tanned thigh. "I do. I think they make me sexy. Yeah, I even feel sexier with them on."
"Oh . . . er . . . yeah, I guess so."
I kicked my legs over the edge of the bed and sat up. Doing this put my face at groin-level to Dad. I didn't say a word and neither did he when I pulled loose the knotted belt holding his robe together. When it opened, Dad's big cock swung free, drooping downward slightly. The cockhead was massive, as big around as a small apple, and the cockshaft was long and thick. I curled my fingers around it, its warmth running through my palm right down to my cunt.
"I'm going to suck your cock," I whispered reverently, stroking his prick from the purple-colored knob to the fat balls that swung between his legs. "I'm going to stick your cock in my mouth and suck you until I have every drop of come in your body shooting against my tongue. And then I'm going to swallow your come. And later," I gave the head a quick, light kiss, "when you've recuperated enough, we're going to fuck until we can't even breathe."
I held his cock up with just my fingertips, then licked around the head, slowly working my way down the cockshaft to his balls. Dad just stood there, hands on his hips, watching me please myself and his cock. I licked his balls until they were wet and juicy, then I nibbled on his shaft with my teeth. Just grazing them lightly over the cock so that it jerked and grew. Dad's cock was big and strong, just like the rest of his body. Sure he was a drunk, but that didn't stop his cock from getting rock-hard.
When I finally made it back to the round cockhead, Daddy's cock stood out from his body like a flag pole from the edge of a building. No longer did I need to hold it up with my fingers-it stood there all by itself. I licked the underside of the cockhead while looking up at him. He touched the side of my face and smoothed the blonde curls away from my eyes.
I opened my lips wide and leaned forward, letting my lips slide slowly, tenderly, over his cockhead. My tongue worked back and forth in my mouth, rubbing rough and fast against Dad's cock as my lips squeezed a loving embrace on the cockshaft. I leaned on the edge of the bed, taking his prick into my mouth until the head nudged the back of my mouth and my lips were stretched and ovaled as far as they would go.
"Mmmmmmmmm!" I moaned, giving his nuts a firm squeeze. I rotated my head on his prick, letting him know exactly what kind of cock-hungry slut I was. Judging by .the way his cock throbbed against my tongue, I knew he hadn't blown his nuts in a long, long time.
I pulled back slowly, then started pistoning my head furiously over Dad's outstretched cock. He couldn't last much longer, so I wanted to give him everything I could while it lasted. My hair swirled around my face and over my shoulders as my head went back and forth. Wet sucking sounds came from my mouth as I took his prick to the opening of my throat. And then there was a quiver in Dad that started somewhere near his toes and didn't stop until it reached his spinning brain and I knew I'd get my reward in just a few short seconds.
And then something strange happened to me. I'm not exactly sure how it happened- maybe because I wanted so desperately to please Dad. But that little something in me that had always stopped me from taking a cock in my throat suddenly wasn't there any more. I opened my lips wider and the cockhead pushed in, past the back of my mouth and right down my throat. Dad gave a little, startled grunt as my nose buried in the thick bush of hair just above his cock. When I squeezed his balls, it was just like flipping a switch. Instantly his come started spurting down my throat. I chewed furiously with my lips, licking as best I could with my tongue, even though it was mashed flat in my mouth because Dad's cock was so tightly wedged in me.
"S-shitt!" Dad hissed, standing in front of me with his knees trembling and his balls spewing out a gallon of jism. I couldn't taste his come on my tongue because his cockhead was down my throat, but in my mind I knew it was delicious and flavorful, just the way I liked come to be.
I kept his cock in my throat until it quit jerking and spitting come, and then I pulled back slowly, sorrowfully, and let his prick slip from my lips.
"When you get in the mood again," I said, licking my tingling lips, "you just ram that adorable cock in me anywhere you want to. I want it everywhere. Up my ass. In my cunt. Hell, if you get off on blow jobs, I'll suck you again."
"Later . . . Rosanne. Later. Right now we've got to eat dinner."
"I've already eaten," I said, giggling, "but I guess I could eat some more."
When Dad started dishing up the stew, Denise and Joe walked in the house. Joe explained that he had made $15 for welding a broken fender on a neighbor's truck and Dad complimented him. Joe, though, didn't seem to give a fuck what Dad thought. His hands, dirty with grease and oil, were unwashed as he ate. That bothered me but I didn't say anything. No sense in starting a fight when my stomach has a good load of come in it.
After eating, Denise and I did the dishes. Joe took a bottle of whisky to bed with him and Denise, who hadn't taken nap like I had, went to sleep after the dishes were done. That left Dad and I alone, sitting on the straight- backed wooden chairs with nothing to do but talk . . . and fuck.
"Well," I said, standing up and pulling the zipper down on my dress. "It's about that time, isn't it?"
"Yeah, I guess it's about that time." Dad stood up and shucked off his robe. He stepped forward and took me in his arms, his lips pressing against mine.
I reached between Dad's legs and grabbed his cock, stroking it as we kissed. He rubbed my nipples through my bra, taking one tit in each hand. I pushed against his hands, the tingles spreading slowly from my hard nipples throughout my body.
Dad let his hands move up to my shoulders and he pushed me down. I thought he wanted me to suck his cock again, but instead he got down with me. I rested on my back on a thin rug as Dad got down beside me. He picked up one knee, then wiggled around a little so that we were at right angles to each other.
"This is the way your mother and I used to fuck," he whispered, rubbing his cockhead between my asscheeks. I was expecting to get fucked in the ass, but then his drooling knob found the entrance of my pussy. I bit my lip to silence a moan as his prick pushed into me, filling my belly.
Dad worked his cock expertly in and out of my feverish cunt. He seemed to know exactly where my pussy was most sensitive and never missed a chance to use his cock against those areas. In minutes I was a quivering, twitching, shaking wreck. It was damn near impossible to stop the scream that was trapped in my throat when my clit exploded, sending a flood of pussy juice all over Dad's cock and balls. And when his prick had been fully pleasured with my cunt, he shot his come in my cunt powerfully, blasting five or six powerful jets of jism into me.
I lay there on the hard floor, my chest heaving as the white bra struggled valiantly to keep my tits captured. Dad finally pulled his prick from my cunt, gave me a good-night kiss, then padded off to sleep with Joe. I got up and went to his room where Denise was sleeping. There would come a time, I was sure, when I would be sleeping openly with Dad. Hell, Denise would probably be fucking and sucking Joe by then. Yeah, we'd make a real family affair . . .
CHAPTER NINE
I woke up the next morning with Denise sleeping beside me. I pulled the covers off her body and silently praised my luck for having such a beautiful sister.
Denise was lying on her back, those heavenly tits rising and falling slowly with her breathing. I resisted the temptation to suck on the brown nipples because a greater need was on me. Wiggling into a pair of panties and my bra, I walked to the outhouse and relieved my bladder, then came back to the house. I kind of wanted Dad or Joe to see me in just my bra and panties, but neither of them seemed to be around so I went back to bed, leaving the door slightly ajar. I kissed Denise's lips tenderly, running my tongue along her mouth. Then I cuddled up close to her sleeping body and kissed her neck, slowly working my way down to her tits, one of which I held in my hand.
"Ohhhhhh!" Denise gasped sleepily. She ran her fingers through my hair, guiding my hungry lips to her protruding nipple. I sucked on it, my tongue scraping over it while my mouth provided constant suction.
I reached between Denise's legs and she parted them immediately, giving my hand all the room it needed to feel her cunt. The middle finger was probing her clit and her lips were wetly fastened onto mine when we heard the door creak open.
"My, I do have some horny daughters," Dad said, stepping inside and closing the door.
Denise tried to cover herself up, to break our kiss, but I held her firmly. My ass was up in the air, my knees on the bed, when I felt Dad. He slipped his fingers inside my panties and pulled them down my thighs. I rocked from one side to the other so that he could take them completely off, then I felt his finger slipping into my cunt while I fingered Denise's juicy cunt.
"Mmmmmmmm!" I moaned, wiggling my ass backward, pushing harder against Dad's palm. He fingered me slowly, first with just one finger, then two and finally three. His fingers pushed me ever higher, making goosebumps stick out all over my body.
Denise's tongue was in my mouth, flicking, feeling the heat of my body. Her slender arms snaked around my body, the long fingernails gently scraping over my skin to drive me wild. I felt her unfasten my bra, and then our kiss broke so that I could get the confining garment completely off. Once that was accomplished, we were kissing feverishly again.
Dad withdrew his fingers from my pussy and started fingering Denise. When I felt his prick, long and lusty, slide between my parted thighs, I knew I was in for a good time. I grabbed his prick and aligned it with my cunt and a second later ten hard inches of prick were jammed into me with one powerful thrust. He slammed into me repeatedly, rocking me back and forth. My big tits, the nipples engorged with blood, swung freely back and forth, hanging downward.
"Nice fucking ass," Dad said, giving my ass a little slap. "Nice hot pussy," he added, ramming three fingers into Denise's cunt.
Dad never missed a stroke as he slipped out of his clothes. His long cock just kept plunging in and out of my cunt in smooth, regular strokes with those big balls of his slapping against my hot thighs each time he reached full insertion.
"Come on, kids," Dad said, stepping away from me and taking his heavenly cock with him. "Let's try something a little different."
Denise and I started to complain, but Dad dropped onto the bed, his prick arching skyward, and I immediately straddled his body and fitted his cock to my cunt once again.
"Let me eat your pussy," he said to Denise. She put one knee on each side of his head and lowered herself onto his open mouth.
"Yessssss!" Denise hissed, feeling Dad's tongue slither between her pussylips, driving right into her. I reached out and grabbed her tits, pinching the nipples and rolling them between my first finger and thumb.
Denise reached for me, taking my face in her hands. She pulled me close and once again we were kissing, tongues searching secret places, dancing together, probing and playing, driving the fire inside our bodies ever hotter.
"P-please! Oh, please," Denise pleaded. "Let me lick your pussy. I'll do anything! Just let me eat your pussy!"
"You can't stop a woman in that condition," I said to Dad. "We'd better move around again, change places."
I lay on my back and Denise instantly slithered between my thighs. She opened my pussy, then dived right in with her tongue. Dad straddled my head, his huge cock right in front of my face. I tried to suck his prick but the pleasure Denise was providing was too intense for me. I couldn't do anything but arch my back, my mouth wide open and my eyes squeezed tightly shut.
Dad, with all his years of experienced fucking, realized I couldn't suck his cock in such a fevered condition. He hawked loudly, then dropped a huge wad of spit between my tits. At first I wasn't sure why he had done such a vile thing, but when he grabbed my tits and pushed them together, smearing the spit around, I knew exactly what was going to happen to me and that sent new waves of ecstasy screaming through my body.
"Fuck my tits! Ohhhh! Fuck my tits, Dad!"
"Fucking right," he replied hoarsely. He grabbed my tits hard, squeezing them until the nipples were crimson red. Then his long, slick cock plowed between the twin tits. I just stayed there on the bed, legs spread wide to allow Denise to suck my pussy.
Dad fucked my tits hard, shoving his cock between my tits with great urgency. Then, my body wrenching in the throes of a fierce orgasm from Denise's tongue, he came. His come blasted out of his prick and splattered against the sides of my tits. I gasped for air, the weird sensation of hot come spewing on my flesh combined with the orgasm Denise was giving me. I was unable to do anything but thrash on the bed.
Finally, when the world stopped spinning and I was something of myself again, I realized everything that had happened. Looking between my tits, I found a long, sticky white line going from my chin to my neck. Dear ol' Dad had come quite a lot. Denise smiled at me and I noticed that her cheeks were glistening from my pussy oils.
"Let me lick up Dad's come," Denise whispered. She began licking up the cream that stuck to my skin like glue while I just lay there, regaining my senses.
"You two are the horniest ..." Dad mumbled as he left the room.
When Denise had licked my body clean, we decided that it was probably time to get up. I mean, you can only stay in bed so long before you start going just a little crazy.
Denise was the one who dressed up flashy this time, putting on the finest dress she brought with her. I opted for a pair of cut-off jeans and a cotton shirt that I left unbuttoned, but tied in a knot between my breasts like a halter top. This left the creamy inside slopes of my tits visible, which is exactly what I wanted. No sense in hiding your best feature!
Dad saddled up one of the horses for me, then he and Denise took the ancient pick-up to town. My mount, a well-trained quarter horse, followed my subtle guidance without a problem. I led him through an opening in the trees and let him pick his own pace slowly along a trail made by animals.
It was a bright, cloudless afternoon and I was looking for birds, or maybe deer if I was really lucky. When a voice suddenly broke the silence, I almost jumped out of the saddle.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Joe demanded, stepping out from behind some trees. "You're scaring away all the game?"
"Game? What game?"
"How the hell do you figure we eat?" Joe asked, stepping closer to the horse. He had an angry sparkle in his eyes that frightened me. His eyes took in my body like a big cat looking at his prey.
"If I don't shoot something, we're not going to have any meat to eat tonight!"
Joe waved his rifle in my general direction and a cold shiver stabbed me in the spine. I suddenly realized why Gig and Nick didn't want me associating with him. Joe was dangerous. Extremely dangerous.
"I'm sorry," I said, swinging my right leg over the back of the horse, starting to get down. When I was halfway over, Joe grabbed me by the hair and yanked me backward. I let go of the saddle horn and came toppling down into the knee-high grass.
"Damn bitch!" he screamed, flattening himself on me. "All my fucking life I've heard about you and Denise and how fucking great you are! Well, take this then!"
Joe pushed my arms down to my sides, then sat on me, squishing my tits flat with his thighs. He jerked down his zipper, yanking out a half-hard cock that was just as long as Dad's. There was no way I could possibly fight him. Even if he wasn't twice as strong as me, the look in his eyes would have frozen me in my tracks.
"Suck this, cunt-sister!"
Joe grabbed his prick and shoved it at my face. I wanted to tell him that it was okay to stick his cock in my mouth, that if he needed a blowjob that badly I would give him one-and the best one of his life-without a fight. But as soon as I opened my mouth, his fat cock came charging in, quieting me with its massive girth.
"Arrrggghhhh!" Joe groaned, shoving more of his prick into me. It was a good thing that I had learned to deep throat with Dad and at my own pace; Joe didn't give a damn whether I could or couldn't take a cock down my throat-he was going to make me!
"Gguuuggg!" I croaked, the strange noise coming from me unintentionally as the huge, mushroom-shaped cockhead wedged in my throat.
When Joe pulled his prick out of my throat, I almost cried I was so happy. He had rammed that huge hunk of prick in me so hard and so fast that I didn't have time to mentally prepare myself for it. With just the glistening knob of his prick still in my mouth, I consciously relaxed the muscles in my throat. When Joe pushed down, the inches of his long prick sliding between my lips like a snake, I took him into my throat without any problem.
"Mmmra! S-succck!" he groaned, shoving his meat-all ten inches of it-down my throat. When I had taken everything he had to offer, when every last trembling inch of his cock was in my mouth, his fat balls rested on my upturned chin.
Joe pulled slowly up again, taking most of his prick from me. With just the fist-sized cockhead still in my mouth,, I gave Joe the royal treatment. The special Rosanne Super Deluxe Blow Job. My tongue frisked wildly against the ultra-sensitive underside of his cockhead while my lips worked magic on the cockshaft. Joe grabbed his cock by the shaft and began stroking himself, sliding the loose foreskin that covered the iron-like cock.
"Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh! Ohhhhhhh!" he moaned, his stroking getting faster. My tongue caressed his cockhead, flicking into the tiny slitted tip and running along the underside.
"Here, bitch!" Joe howled, pulling his cockhead from between my lips. "Let's see your class now!" He jerked his cock frantically, pointing the red knob right at my mouth. Then a long stream of come exploded out the tip, splashing against my cheek. I opened my lips wide, trying to catch his acrid jism on my tongue. Joe quickly shot another jet of jism, this time right on my tongue. I didn't swallow it right away. Instead I kept my lips wide open, trying to get all the come in my mouth I could. Joe, much younger than Dad, came nearly twice as much as Dad. His juices just kept pumping out of his balls, into my mouth and onto my face. Finally, when it was all over, he rolled away from no me, his prick hanging limply out the fly of his pants.
I stayed there on the ground, squinting my eyes against the bright sunlight, not knowing what to say. One part of me wanted to tell Joe that I really had wanted to suck his cock and that I would gladly do it whenever he wanted me to. Another part of me said that he was a dangerous bastard and needs to feel like he's always in charge, so it's best he rapes me whenever he wants.
There was come all over my face. It trickled down my cheeks, sticking to my ears and in my hair. I didn't move-not a muscle-until Joe picked up his gun and walked away. Finally, when I was sure he was long gone, I got to my feet and started wiping the jism from my face. It took a long time, but finally I was reasonably clean of come. At least nobody could see or tell what had happened, and that was all I was really worried about.
CHAPTER TEN
It was pretty quiet that night. Denise and I slept soundly and undisturbed. I didn't tell her about Joe's incredibly violent nature because she had told me, in glowing terms, about the good time she had talking to Joe after dinner.
There just didn't seem to be any point in ruining the image she had of him.
The next morning I woke up very early, before anyone else, and I got dressed in my cut-offs and tied my shirt halter-fashion. I went to the stable barefooted and petted the horses. They were just waking up, too, and seemed happy to see me.
"Up kind of early, ain't you?"
I wheeled around and saw Joe, standing in just his long underwear, looking at me. He had that evil grin on his face-the one I had seen before. The one that said he had fucking on his mind.
"I couldn't sleep."
"Maybe you need a good fucking."
"That's the last thing I need ... at least from you." I really don't know what made me say it. In the back of my mind I knew that provoking him would only get me raped again, but for some reason I just had to provoke him. And, just as I knew he would, Joe attacked me.
"Stuck up cunt!" he hissed, his voice filled with all the rage and anger he felt inside himself. I backed away from him until my back hit the wooden fence, and then there just wasn't any place left to go. He tried to grab me by the throat and I ducked, bending over at the waist. I almost made it under his arm but he gave me a hard shove and the next thing I knew I was flopped over the second rung of the wooden fence. In this position I couldn't stand up to run because of the rung above me, and I couldn't crawl away because my feet were dangling in the air. I was absolutely helpless against my brother's kinky demands.
I felt his powerful, grubby fingers dig into the waistband of my jeans and I let out a high-pitched squeal. Then next sound I heard was the snap of my cut-offs popping as the zipper gave way under Joe's might. My jeans were down to my knees in an instant and the fear that I had pushed Joe too far this time-that he might actually do great harm to me-suddenly flashed through my mind. Did he want to fuck me, or beat me senseless. Maybe kill me?
My jeans were off, yanked down my legs. Joe didn't bother ripping my panties off, he just tore a big hole right in the crotch, exposing my asshole and pussy.
"I wanted to fuck you when you were just a little shit," Joe hissed venomously. "Hell, you probably didn't even have hair on your pussy then." He grabbed my left knee and picked it up so that I was twisted a little sideways, still flopping helplessly on the wooden rung. "P-please don't! This hurts!" I pleaded. That was a mistake on my part. Begging is exactly what Joe wanted me to do. It gave his kinky mind some weird kind of turn-on.
"Gonna fuck you to death," he hissed, aiming his cock at my cunt and shoving. His prick plowed painfully into my cunt. Everything happened so quickly that my pussy, which is normally pretty juicy and ready for fucking, was dry. There were no lubricating fluids to ease the entry of his ten inches of meat and I thought my insides were being torn to pieces.
"Uggggghhhhhh!" I groaned, trying to suppress the scream that seemed stuck in my throat. Joe's huge cock just kept pushing into me, undaunted by my resistance. He shoved and grunted and then he was all the way into me-all ten vicious inches of him.
"Tight!" he hissed, rubbing his hips against my spread asscheeks. He stayed there, enjoying the feeling of my pussy, and that gave my clit time to get excited and loosen me up. By the time Joe was pulling his cock out and getting ready to ream me again, my cunt was nice and wet and warm.
"Rosanne, say you're a slut!" Joe demanded, reinforcing his demand by giving his hips a little extra thrust to really slam into me, driving me harder down on the fence. "Say it or I'll beat the living shit right out of you!"
"I'm a slut! Yes, I'm a slut!"
"Why didn't you tell anyone about yesterday? Huh? Why didn't you tell the ol' man that I made you suck my cock? Huh?" He was really slamming into me now, his muscular torso thrashing back and forth, driving his invading cock deep into me. "I'll tell you why. You didn't tell Dad because you loved it! You loved it!"
"Yessss! I love sucking your big, hard cock!" The words just came tumbling out of my mouth. Maybe it was my clit, which was really tingling from Joe's massive prick, that was really causing me to say what I did. I don't know. There was nothing I could do but get fucked, and I really didn't have much choice about that, if you really stop and think about it.
Joe slammed into me for five minutes of solid fucking. I climaxed once, then twice, and the third time the world opened up and seemed to swallow me up. Joe filled my cunt with his hot come. As soon as he finished pumping his cream in me, he stepped away and pulled his prick from my cunt. I stayed there, unmoving. Just slumped over the fence railing, head down, hands and feet dangling.
Joe may be an asshole, I thought, but he can fuck like no one else. Dad and Denise slept through the rape. Afterward, my insides felt like mush, but I knew that I had had the most bone-jarring series of orgasms in my life.
It was close to six in the evening when a squad car pulled up and a handsome man in his forties got out. He wore the brown uniform of a county sheriff and the big pistol on his hip, complete with badge on his powerful chest, backed up the impression of forcefulness and courage.
"What the fuck is he doing here?" Dad said, looking out the window. "He's probably here because Gig and Nick called the cops on Denise and I." I took the cigarette from Denise's pack and lit it to calm my nerves. "Fuck, kiddo, looks like the fun and games are over."
Denise looked absolutely defeated. That bothered me. Even though she's a smart-assed kid, willing to tell anyone at any time to cordially go fuck themselves, she lets things really get her down. Right away I figured I'd have to think of something pronto or we'd both have our asses in a tight jam.
"Let me handle this," I said to Dad. I grabbed Denise by the hand and led her outside.
"You must be the two I'm looking for. I'm Sheriff Bowen. Sheriff of this county." He hooked his thumbs in the leather gun belt around his trim waist. His eyes gave me the impression of a man who had long since learned to have his own way with the world.
"Good, I'm happy we finally get a chance to meet." We shook hands, with Denise standing mutely by me. "I've been hoping we could talk."
"Don't see there's really much to talk about." His voice was cold, impersonal. "I've got a job to do and I aim to do it."
"Of course you do and I wouldn't want it any other way. Just the same, why don't the three of us go for a walk so that you can get a little background information on the . . . situation facing all of us."
Sheriff Bowen shrugged his shoulders and gave me a little nod of the head. I had him then. I knew fucking well I had him then.
We walked pretty much in silence, Sheriff Bowen not yet realizing what I had in mind, and Denise sure as hell in the dark about everything. Finally, when the thick blanket of trees surrounded us and I was absolutely sure Dad and Joe couldn't see us, I turned and faced Sheriff Bowen.
"I know we have to go back to the island," I said, looking him straight in the eyes. "But we just can't go back yet. Just give us another three days and we'll return without any problem. I promise."
"I don't really see as how you could give me any problem, young lady."
I smiled. Sheriff Bowen may talk a tough game, but he's just another horny bastard inside that uniform. His eyes glanced quickly over my tits, then flashed over to Denise. He was beginning to think about us as something more than just people he had to apprehend. He was thinking about our bodies.
"Just three little ol' days!" I stepped closer, my tits now just inches from his chest. "Three days couldn't hurt anything, could it."
When my tits Finally did touch him, one tit mashing against his silver badge, Sheriff Bowen had completely lost control of the situation. I now determined what would be done and when. Taking his face in my hands, I pulled him down, giving him a wet kiss. My tongue slithered between his lips, igniting a fire inside his body.
Denise finally realized exactly what the fuck was going on. She grabbed the Sheriff by the hips and turned his lower body so that it faced her. The Sheriff was twisted kind of weird, his chest pressed against my fat tits with his crotch facing Denise, but he didn't seem to mind much. He particularly didn't mind when Denise pulled down his zipper and extracted six inches of cock that hung between his legs.
"Mmmmmm! Just what I needed," Denise purred, stroking the prick into a state of quivering hardness, "a cock to suck."
The Sheriff ran his fingers through my hair, and squeezed my ass while Denise gave his cock a good sucking. Reaching down, I took the Sheriff's cock by the shaft and stroked it while my sister sucked on the cockhead. She was sucking loudly, really giving him the royal treatment. Then I felt her slippery tongue sliding wetly over my fingers as she slowly worked her way down to the base of his prick. As I whacked on his cock, I stuck one finger out and Denise sucked on it as though my finger were a tiny cock. It was a strange feeling, to say the least.
The Sheriff let out a moan when Denise finally got one of his balls out the fly of his pants. Her hot, pink tongue lashed over his hairy sac, getting it wet with her spit while sending bolts of pure erotic pleasure screaming through his veins.
"You two are really horny sluts," the Sheriff mumbled, breaking our kiss briefly. "You city girls are fucking whores!"
I wasn't sure whether he meant that as a compliment or not, but I didn't let it bother me. If he thought sluts were such evil creatures, how come he was writhing in my arms and trying his damndest to shove his cock right down my sister's throat?
As Denise sucked his cock, her smooth features twisted because of the thickness of his prick, she reached out and slipped her hand under my dress. I felt her skilled fingers kneading the muscles of my thigh, working firmly into my flesh just the way I like it. Her hand traveled upward slowly, past the top of my hose to the naked flesh just below my panties. Her fingers teased me, not quite touching my cunt, but close enough so that I was waiting for that final ecstatic moment when my clit would get what it needed.
"Yeah," Denise said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Sucking cock and eating pussy at the same time."
My dress had buttons down the front and Denise's fingers quickly had the lower ones undone. The next thing I felt was my panties being lowered and her hand snaking between my legs. A finger pushed into my cunt, scraping over my red clit to drive me wild. I was kissing Sheriff Bowen feverishly now, biting his lips occasionally, rubbing my big tits against his chest until they almost hurt.
Denise pulled my panties down to my ankles and I stepped out of them while clinging to the Sheriff's powerful shoulders. Nothing could stop me now. Denise's finger was driving me right out of my fucking mind.
"Lick my cunt, Denise! Please, lick my pussy!"
I begged, then fastened my lips on Sheriff Bowen's neck, sucking hard enough to give him a hickey. Spreading my legs wide, I felt Denise's face push against my hot thighs and I opened them wider. The last thing I wanted her to do was struggle to eat my pussy. Hell! She could do that whenever and wherever she wanted to.
Denise's tongue squirmed between the fleshy lips of my cunt and rubbed against my clit. My knees trembled and my breathing came in hoarse, ragged gulps. I climaxed, come trickling from my cunt onto Denise's hungry tongue. All the while my come was being lapped by Denise, Sheriff Bowen's tongue was twitching in my mouth. I sucked on it like it was a cock, biting softly with my teeth.
And finally, once Denise had drunk up all my pussy oil, I dropped to my knees beside her. Every ounce of energy seemed to be drained from my body. Denise's fingerfucking had driven me to the edge of orgasm, and then her tongue pushed me over that edge. What remained was a gasping, shaking, completely satisfied teenage girl who wanted little more than to suck a big cock.
"Turn around," Sheriff Bowen said. At first I thought he wanted to fuck me in the ass, but then he nudged me in the direction he wanted and I did as I was ordered. Denise and I were on our backs, legs in opposite directions with our faces next to each other. The Sheriff got down on one knee, his prick sticking out like an arrow from his pants.
"Give me your cock," I panted, grabbing his cock and pulling it down. "I want your-" I was cut short when the Sheriff's round cockhead slammed between my hungry lips. His prick, the tip oozing out jism, filled my mouth, though certainly not to the extent that Dad's or Joe's cock did. Still, it was a nicely shaped cock that could satisfy this cocksucker.
"Ohhhhhhh! Use your tongue! That's right! Use your hot tongue!" Sheriff Bowen urged. I worked my tongue faster against his cockhead, letting him know that his every wish could-and would-be satisfied.
"Hey, I want some of that," Denise complained.
"Why sure thing there, little lady," the Sheriff answered. He pulled his cock from my mouth and moved it about six inches to my right, smack dab over Denise's open, waiting mouth. I watched her lips travel along the cockshaft, kneading, teasing, exciting his prick. When the Sheriff pushed down, ramming more cock into her, Denise's lips puffed out. As he pulled back, leaving just the knob to be caressed by her tongue, her cheeks caved in slightly.
After a couple more strokes of his cock, Sheriff Bowen gave me another chance to suck. His cock couldn't take much more heavy cocksucking, especially from two cocksuckers like Denise and myself. Desperately wanting to feel his come squirting in my mouth, I gave his cock every bit of excitement my lips and tongue could provide. I sucked hard, drawing the prick deep into my throat. He pulled back and the glowing, throbbing cockhead danced in my mouth. I chewed on the cockshaft with my lips, and suddenly the jism just started shooting against my tongue. I kept sucking all the while he came. The Sheriff didn't jerk his prick back and forth while coming. Not like most men. He stayed absolutely motionless, letting my hungry lips do all the work as his balls drained dry.
The come filled my mouth and when Sheriff Bowen gave me one last plunge of prick, a thin trickle of come escaped from the corner of my mouth. Denise was there in a second, licking my cheek to get the gluey liquid.
"Well, I guess you kids can have two days," the Sheriff said after tucking his limp prick back in the pants of his uniform. "Don't argue with me." He gave me a stern look. "Two days and that's it."
The Sheriff turned on his heel and walked away.
We watched his retreating figure in silence. Well, the Sheriff, if nothing else, had good tasting come. And he had given my sister and I two days to enjoy ourselves before having to return to the boredom of the island.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Dad was happy that we could stay another two days. His first notion was to shoot it out with anyone coming on his property to take us, but I quickly talked him out of that. Joe didn't say jack shit about anything, but I knew he was glad that we'd be around another two days. If nothing else, Joe wanted me around to service his cock. And, to the best of my knowledge, he hadn't raped Denise yet. That, I figured, was something she needed to experience first-hand. Multiple orgasms are a seldom-known pleasure, and Denise wouldn't forgive me if I never let her know what she was missing.
Dad and Joe had to do some work for a neighbor shortly after the Sheriff left, but they promised to be home as quickly as possible. Denise and I decided to get some sleep while they were gone. The night, we were sure, would be a long one.
Dad and Joe were home in time for dinner. Afterward, Denise and I did the dishes. Once that was finished, my cunt, which never seems to get enough cock to satisfy it for long, started tingling. Shit! There I was, horny as hell once again, even though Denise had eaten me out until I was a quivering wreck, and the Sheriff had warmed my belly with his thick come. I guess I'm just a nymphomaniac. Nymphomaniacs need cocks and that's all there is to it.
Dad and Joe were still at the table, sharing a bottle of whisky as their after dinner drink. It was more like "drinks," but I didn't say anything.
I walked over to Dad as he talked to Joe, then knelt down slowly to my knees. He looked at me but didn't pay much attention when I crossed my arms over his knees. When I tugged down his zipper, Dad gave me a look that was somewhere between shock and lust. He didn't want to get it on in front of Joe, that much I had figured out. What the hell, why not? With two days left, the party might as well begin sooner than later!
"Don't let me bother you," I said. Dad continued talking to Joe, his voice sounding kind of strained, while my brother and sister gawked at me.
I had Dad's huge cock out now and was stroking it lightly. After unhitching his belt and pants, I opened up Dad's trousers so that I had access to his balls as well as his cock.
"This is all the after-dinner drink I need," I said to no one particularly. Taking Dad's cock between my lips, I moaned as loudly as possible, letting everyone know exactly how much I loved his prick. Then I took the cock and rubbed the spit-slick head over my face, all the while looking up at Dad with nothing less than love in my eyes.
"I love you, Dad," I murmured. Dad let out a deep sigh and I started sucking his cockpole again. Not hard and fast-I didn't want him to come to quickly-but slow and with great tenderness and feeling. Up and down my face went, taking his prick down my throat until my lips caressed the very base of his cock and my nose was hidden in his pubic hair. Then up again with equal slowness, teasing every delicious inch of hard cockmeat.
Finally I stood up and unbuttoned my dress. I did it slowly, like a striptease artist. Judging by the way Dad's cock flopped around, he was enjoying he show.
I straddled Dad's prick and he aimed it up at my gaping cunt. The juices in me were flowing pretty freely and his cock, all ten inches worth, slipped in easily. I lowered myself until his ass was on his thighs and my pussy was jammed tight with iron-hard cock.
"Fuck me slow," I told Dad, moving up and down with my tits bobbing in his face. "Fuck me nice and slow and we'll screw and suck all night long!"
Dad didn't answer, he just fastened his lips on one tit, the nipple tightly clamped in his mouth, and let me know that Fd get what I wanted.
I bounced on his meat slowly, but with increasing speed. Even though I wanted to be cool about fucking, I couldn't control my clit's urging. Soon I was thrashing madly on Dad's prick, dropping down to have it stab up my snatch. I looked over and found that Joe and Denise were doing more than just watching me fuck. In fact, they were themselves fucking, in just the same position as Dad and me.
Denise's long brown hair cascaded down her back as her pert tits wiggled in Joe's face. He was mauling her asscheeks in his dirty hands, guiding her movements.
"Have you got good kids?" I asked Dad. His lips moved but no sound came out. Finally he just nodded and buried his face between my tits.
After a while Denise was screaming incoherently, saying how great Joe's cock felt in her cunt, throwing a thousand compliments about length and hardness and everything else. Yeah, Joe's cock was driving her just as crazy with lust as it did me.
"N-no more," Denise finally whimpered. She got off Joe's cock and slumped to the floor at his feet. "I can't come any more."
"Then suck me, you bitch!" Joe demanded, grabbing his cock by the shaft and clubbing Denise's face with the cockhead. I felt Dad filling my womb with come and concentrated on tightening my cunt muscles around his prick until he finished. Once that was accomplished, I looked at Denise again. She was getting her mouth flooded with Joe's jism. I watched her gulping down the come furiously, trying to get every drop. She fared better than I because she got it all down her gullet, then licked her lips with a strange, satisfied smile on her face.
I got off Dad's cock and he shook his head sadly.
"What's wrong? Did you enjoy fucking me?" I asked, deeply concerned.
"You didn't come. Hell, I must be getting old or something. Whenever I fucked your mother, she'd come. Come every time. Screamed and cried and did all sorts of crazy things."
It took me a while, but I finally got it through to Dad that I didn't need to come every time to be satisfied. I told him what Denise and I had done to the Sheriff to get the extra two days and how Denise had licked me into a powerful climax. Finally, satisfied that he wasn't losing his stuff, Dad gave me his special smile and we all laughed together.
Joe and Dad got dressed again, but Denise and I remained naked. The men didn't feel comfortable, they said, being naked with each other. I thought that was pretty damn silly of them but didn't make an issue out of it. We talked for hours, each of us in turn telling of our fantasies and greatest fucks we've had. Joe's was the kinkiest. He had a weird perversion of beating a girl while fucking her in the ass and both Denise and I told him that beating- any violence, aside from the playful kind-was definitely out of the question.
The four of us crowded into Joe's bed after that and went to sleep. Since Denise and I had gotten a little shut-eye while the men were working, we woke up in just a couple of hours. We sucked each other off in the sixty-nine position. After that we slept like babies.
For the next two days all we did was fuck. The four of us fucked and sucked and licked pussies until we couldn't stand any more. In the two days Joe squirted his jism nine times; Dad came six times. Come and pussy juice were getting gulped down by the gallon ... or so it seemed.
The Sheriff said we had to be back by Saturday. On Saturday morning Denise and I cooked a huge breakfast for our men, as we had taken to calling them. Joe had lost his mean streak during the steady fucking. In fact, by Saturday he was quite a sweetheart. He even helped with the dishes afterwards.
During breakfast everyone was silent. We sat at the table, no one saying a word. No one was happy about us leaving. Even my body, which always drew some kind of response-a kiss, touch, or hard-on-from Joe, did nothing to him. Denise and I hadn't put a stitch of clothing on since the fuck-a-thon began and we weren't eager to put them on, either.
"Motherfucking-goddamn-f ucking-shit!'' Dad screamed, shattering the silence. The words came out so fast they all sort of tumbled out, jumbled together in one big obscenity. "I don't want you to leave!"
"We don't want to leave either, Dad," Denise said, reaching across the table to touch his hand. "We have to and that's all there is to it. We don't want any trouble with the law."
"Fuck the law!" Dad shouted, banging his fist on the table so hard I thought it would break. He stood up, his face red with rage, the veins in his neck bulging.
"Dad, don't be so angry," I said, putting my arms around him so that my tits flattened against his chest. "We'll be back to see you and Joe as soon as we can. Gig and Nick won't be able to stop us any more. They'll know that we'll run away again if they don't let us."
"Gig! Goddamn girl! Fd like to fuck that bitch until she screams!" Dad chuckled with the thought. "Fuck her right in the ass! That's what I'd do."
"She's not worth it," I said, giving him an extra squeeze and rubbing my tits against him. "She's just a stuck-up cunt and certainly isn't worth your cock. No, Dad, it would be wrong for you to soil your big, beautiful prick by sticking it in Gig."
That made sense to Dad and he finally calmed down. Then he told Denise and I to sit on the table. We did as he asked and he and Joe got between our legs.
"You've been sucking us like crazy," Dad said, looking up between my tanned thighs. "Now it's time Joe and I do a little something extra nice for you. Like a going-away present. You two just lean back and enjoy yourselves. We'll do all the work."
Dad spread my cunt with his fingers, exposing my little clit. He ran his tongue from the bottom of my cunt right up to the top, then sucked my clit into his mouth. His whiskered cheeks scraped roughly against my tender thighs and the sensation of licking and rough scraping made my head spin. I leaned back on my elbows and looked at Denise. She had the same look of pleasure on her face that I probably had.
"Ohhhhhhh!" she purred, shaking her head slowly from side to side.
Dad finger-fucked me, jamming his middle finger deep up my cunt while his tongue danced over my extended, hard clit. I let the sensation fill my head and body and came. It wasn't an earth-shaking kind of come. It was slow and gentle, making my nipples stand up, sending little tremors through my body, putting goosebumps on my skin. The first orgasm was followed quickly by a second one.
Denise was tweaking her nipples and moaning as her dark-haired cunt spewed pussy juice on Joe's tongue. I put my hand over hers, giving her tit a squeeze to let her know I loved her and was glad she was happy.
CHAPTER TWELVE
I looked at Denise's naked body as she lay back in her bed. We had been with Gig and Nick (I won't call it "home" because we had learned to think of Dad's place as home) for a week and Denise had hardly said fifty words to me. I wasn't any happier about being back than she was, but she was taking her loss of freedom harder than I.
"Hey, it's not that bad," I said, kicking my legs to the floor. Though it was the afternoon, neither of us had a stitch of clothes on. Those last couple days we spent with Dad and Joe had been glorious and we never put any clothes on. If nothing else, in our own room we could keep that one freedom we once shared.
"I'm so fucking bored I could die," Denise said softly. "Do you know that neither of us have gotten laid since we came back?"
"What do you mean? I've sucked your pussy so often my lips are numb!" That brought a smile to her and I knew I was on the right track. "Listen, we've got to figure some way of getting back to Dad and Joe."
"What good will that do?" Denise sat up in bed and I noticed a flash of pink between her legs. My mouth started to water, but we were thinking about more serious things than eating pussy. "If we go back we'll only get Dad in trouble, and they'll come and get us anyway."
"So then we've got to figure out some way so that Nick and Gig will want to get rid of us. So they send us there instead of us running away."
Denise smiled and gave me a wink. "Yeah, I think you're on the right track now. But you're the thinker of the family, not me. If you can figure out some way of pulling the whole thing off, I'll follow you one hundred percent."
"I know you will. If only I can think of the right way ..."
And then I thought of Pierre at the tennis club.
The Crestview Tennis Club is a place where the rich old ladies on the island go to find young studs. It's also a place where the younger women go to gossip and exercise to keep their figures in the same shape as their bank accounts-trim in all the right places and big in all the right places.
Denise and I went through the front gates, stopping just long enough to ask the guard where we would find Pierre, the tennis pro. Since Gig is a member of Crestview, the guard was more than happy to help us.
"He probably fucks a dozen women a week," Denise said, her voice sounding a little nervous. "What makes you think he'll go for us?"
"A couple of things," I replied. "For one, he's probably only fucking those old biddies and you and I are half their age. For another thing, we're both good-looking and we know it. And lastly, there isn't a man on this earth who can resist temptation if both of us are working on him."
"You're so fucking confident it's unbelievable."
We walked to the tennis courts and Pierre, the French import whose professional career was cut short with a knee injury, was playing with a woman in her early forties. As he returned her shots with ease, he kept giving her advice on how to do this or that. His voice had a strong accent and I suspected it was a little thicker than it had to be. I hoped his cock was a little thicker than it had to be, too.
Pierre took notice of us standing outside the gate and he gave us a smile when an errant shot hit the fence near us. Denise and I waited patiently, knowing that if we rushed this part of the plan, the whole thing would go right down the drain. When Pierre finished his lesson with the old lady, we moved in for the kill.
"Pierre," I said, handing him a towel so he could dry his forehead. "Oui."
The old lady was still within earshot, but I had planned for that. "We, Pierre, are . . . how you would say . . . coq sucetteet."
His eyes lit up and he excused himself quickly in flowing French, dashing off to tell his student, who was probably hoping to get laid by him after their match, that he would be tied up for a while.
"What did you say?" Denise asked, tugging at my elbow.
"Well, I'm not really sure, but I think I just said that you and I are cocksuckers."
Pierre returned in a flash, stepping between Denise and I, putting his arms around our slender waists. He led us into a room and locked the door. In one corner was a Jacuzzi and in another a long, flat table used for rubbing down tired tennis players.
As soon as the door was locked, I unbuttoned my dress and let it fall to the floor, leaving me standing there with nothing on but black silk stockings, shoes and garter: Pierre made a move for me but I motioned him away. He apparently didn't like the idea, but there wasn't a hell of a lot he could do about it.
Denise stripped out of her pants and blouse, dropping her clothes on the floor next to mine.
"Before you touch," I told Pierre, "we've got to get a few rules straight. You'll get sucked and fucked like you've never been before, but you've got to do us a favor."
Pierre, his cock straining under his white tennis shorts, quickly agreed to play the game my way. Yes, he said over and over again, anything we wanted he would do. Once we got that out of the way, Denise stepped into the Jacuzzi and Pierre quickly followed her in. I, still wearing my nylons, sat on the edge and watched them cavort in the hot, swirling water.
Pierre grabbed Denise and pulled her close. Her up-turned tits mashed against his chest as they kissed with open mouth. I didn't resist the chance to play with my wet, blonde-haired cunt.
When their kiss ended, Pierre stepped near me and grabbed both my tits. He didn't even bother kissing me on the lips before he fastened his hungry mouth on my left nipple. I rolled my head back, allowing the hot, sensual bolts to race through my body.
Pierre sure knew what the fuck he was doing with his mouth. His lips tugged at my nipple, taking in my coffee-colored areola, and he bit my tit lightly, his teeth really making the oils in my cunt start flowing.
I guided his searching mouth to my other nipple as Denise stepped out of the Jacuzzi and got on one of the rubdown tables. She was on her back when Pierre noticed her and he pushed me in her direction. Knowing that what he wanted was exactly what I wanted, I went to Denise.
I got on the table and straddled her face with my knees. Lowering myself slowly, Denise's arms snaked around my thighs and she pulled my cunt down to her open mouth. Her tongue pushed several inches into my cunt and I wanted nothing more than to eat her thick bush. Wrapping my arms around her legs so that my fingers were near her cunt, I spread my sister's pussylips, then ran my tongue from top to bottom on her pussy. She squirmed delightfully under my tongue-lashing and I sucked on her budding clit as she whipped her tongue into my seething cunt. Pierre apparently got a kick out of watching two chicks make it because he just stood there near the table, stroking his hard prick.
Pierre allowed Denise and I to eat pussy until we both came fiercely, twisting on the table, mashing our cunts into each other's faces. My tongue buried deep into velvety soft skin as Denise's hot pussy juice spewed from her cunt.
Poor Pierre, he still hadn't gotten his rocks off, and Denise and I were all fucked out. I twisted around so that my face was next to Denise's and our legs were kicked out in opposite directions. Pierre, while taking a long time to get his balls off, wasn't stupid. Our faces were right near his cock and he knew what to do with that. He plugged the cock into my mouth, stroking it back and forth over my lips, pushing into me until the glistening knob pushed into my throat. Then he took his cock from me, aimed his thrust just a few inches higher, and plugged it into Denise's mouth.
"Mmmmmmm!" Denise moaned, wrapping her lips around the slick cockshaft as the head bulged her cheeks out. "Mmmmm!"
When Pierre stuck his prick back in my mouth, I could sense that he wasn't going to take much more of our hot sucking. When Denise grabbed his cock and whacked on it while my tongue did a dance on the sensitive cockhead, Pierre was driven right out of his mind.
"Ahhhhh!" he screamed as Denise pulled his cock from my mouth. A blast of come arched through the air, striking Denise on the chin. She stuck her tongue out, wiggling it over the spewing I cockhead as a torrent of hot cream splattered over her face and dripped onto mine. All of us thrashed and moaned through Pierre's orgasm. He jerked his cock between our mouths as we kissed and streams of come trickled down the sides of my face.
Finally Pierre stepped away, his sated cock red and tender. I looked at Denise and couldn't help but smile. Her face was smeared with come, thick blobs of the stuff sticking here and there.
Pierre got back in the Jacuzzi as Denise and I dressed. I made him promise one last time to do exactly as I asked and he assured me he would.
The next day was Saturday. When Gig left for her tennis appointment with Pierre, Denise and I went straight to our room, leaving Nick to read in the den.
"Are you ready?"
Denise nodded her head.
"Okay, now just give me a few minutes, then come on down. But give me some time to get him worked up so he won't back down."
I adjusted my bikini, making sure that it covered my nipples and that my curly blonde bush wasn't showing anywhere, then went downstairs to the den. Nick looked up but said nothing as I sat down on a coffee table, crossing my legs at the knee and leaning back, giving him a full view of the Rosanne he had fucked before.
"Are you still mad at me?" I asked. Nick didn't say a word and I reached behind my back and unfastened the top of my bikini. "Hey, aren't you even going to look at me?" I shucked off the bikini and threw it at him, wiggling my shoulders a little so my pendulous tits swayed seductively from side to side. The bikini hit Nick on the chest and he looked up . . . then his jaw fell open and his eyes got wide.
"R-Rosanne, what the hell are you doing?"
"I asked you if you're still mad at me," I said, standing up. "Because I'd feel so terrible if you didn't want me to . . . suck your cock ever again."
Nick nearly flew out of the chair. He wrapped my body in his arms, crushing my tits against him as his hot lips found mine. His fingers crept into the bottom half of my bikini and he cupped my ass, squeezing the asscheeks as he forced me to grind my cunt against his crotch.
I kissed his neck and worked my way slowly down his body, unbuttoning his shirt and kissing his chest, then stomach. When I unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down, I found that incredible cock of his hard and ready for my hot lips.
I grabbed his prick by the shaft and rubbed it against my face, looking up at Nick the whole time.
"You've got such a delicious cock." I whispered, letting my tongue trail over the head briefly, "such a big, delicious cock."
I cupped his balls in my palm, then buried his cockhead and several inches of prick in my mouth. Nick let out a low groan, watching my lips travel over his hot prick. Back and forth I bobbed, letting my tits rub against his knees as his thick cock pushed deeply into my throat. I prepared myself, then slowly pushed forward on what I knew would be a great turn-on for him. His cockhead, big and hard, hit the back of my throat, then went into it as my lips pushed on. I gnawed on his prick, taking all of it into my mouth until my nose was pressed into the curly hair at the base of his shaft and my chin was being warmed by his ball sac.
"You little slut! You cocksucking little slut!" Nick hissed, pushing the hair away from my face so he could see his cock swelling in my throat.
After a minute or so more of heated cocksucking, Nick pulled me to my feet and jerked down my bikini. I rested against the arm of a chair and spread my thighs wide as he got down on his knees. When his tongue hit my moist pussy, a shiver shook my body and I closed my eyes, trying to remember that I had to keep a cool head through this whole thing or I'd blow not only Nick's cock, but my plan as well.
Nick was eating my cunt, slurping up all my sweet oils with his tongue, when Denise came downstairs. When he noticed her he stood up and covered his throbbing hard-on.
"Hey, you've never done that to me," Denise said, pulling her T-shirt over her head. "It looks like Rosanne has been selfish with that monstrous cock of yours!"
Nick stammered, trying to find an excuse. His eyes were glued to Denise's body as she stripped out of her pants. Once naked, she took him by the hand and led him to the couch. He sat down and she sprawled out sideways on it, taking his cock in her hands.
"Let me see what I can do with this baby," she purred, licking up and down on the cockshaft. Her tongue worked in circles around the tip before she finally took it into her mouth.
I sat on the chair, fighting off the urge to finger my clit as Denise's lips glided over Nick's trembling meat. Her long, dark hair spilt over his stomach as Nick squeezed her tits and rubbed his fingers over her twat.
"I never dreamed you'd be like this," Nice said.
"See what you've been missing," Denise said, releasing Nick's cock from her mouth for just a second. She sucked hard on the head, her cheeks sunken in as the suction stretched Nick's cock out even more.
"Why don't you fuck her, Nick?" I said, moving a little closer to get a better view. "Fuck her doggie style."
Denise sat up and twisted around on the couch, thrusting her ass in Nick's face. Her face was buried in a throw pillow as Nick positioned himself behind her. Grabbing her by the hips, he lunged and missed the mark. Then, aiming his cock more carefully, he found Denise's opening and nailed her, drilling his cock deep in her cunt. "Ohhhhhh! Fill me up with your cock," Denise gasped. She took all of him, her cunt stretching to hold his meat snugly. Nick rocked to and fro, ramming into his teenage niece until his balls slapped her thighs, then pulling back so just the fist-sized cockhead was still in her cunt.
"Hey, fuck her in a different position so I can join the fun," I said. Denise rolled onto her side and so did Nick. They were careful enough so that his prick never slipped out of her pussy.
"Yeah, I can lick a clit and a cock at the same time," I purred, kneeling on the floor. As Nick sucked on Denise's nipple, pushing his cock slowly into her from behind, I spread her pussylips a little more to reveal her hard, red clit. Nick's cock pushed into her and I licked the glistening shaft, pleased with the mixture of pussy juice and cockmeat on my tongue. Then I set about eating Denise's pussy. The combination of fucking and getting eaten out was really driving her wild. She tossed her head from side to side and kept a continual stream of curses and compliments aimed at Nick and I.
Nick grabbed Denise by the knee and raised her leg. I saw the opening to suck on his balls and didn't pass it up. Getting on the couch, I sucked one fat ball into my mouth, having to move back and forth with Nick's ass while he fucked.
Denise's pert tits rolled on her chest as she got the fucking of her life. I could just barely see her face between her tits, but I knew she had that look of passionate joy. The same look she always has when she's really getting off on what someone's doing to her body.
When Nick felt his climax build, when the jism ached to be released, he started fucking Denise faster and I couldn't keep up. I let his ball slip from my mouth and moved so that I could lick Denise's furry cunt.
"Sssshhhhiiiitttttt!" Nick gasped as his balls jumped, then erupted in a frothy mess of sticky come. He pumped his hot juices into Denise's cunt while I licked her crease.
"Nicky!" Gig screamed, standing in the doorway of the den. "Nicky! What is going on!"
Nick tried to get up off the couch but Denise and I had him pinned. He finally pushed us both to the floor and ran after Gig who was headed for her car. When Denise and I were alone again, we started packing our clothes.
"See," I said, "I told you that if Gig caught us fucking with Nick she'd send us back to Dad and Joe."
