He stared at her, his mouth half open, the flap of his zipped jeans jumping nearly half an inch. She had him, she knew. Now she closed her mouth and pretended she had something in it, something full and wet and juicy, and made an exaggerated motion of swallowing, watching him all the time watching her.
"Sure, Butch. I'll sit next to you. Would you like that."
"Yes," he said, a little hoarse.
"Of course, if I help you with your Algebra, you're going to have to help me with something. That's only fair, isn't it."
"Only fair," he repeated, staring still at her mouth.
"Well, I think I know just what I want you to do for me."
"Name it," Butch said.
"I will," she said, reaching out and putting her hand on top of his, feeling how hot the both of them now were.
"Don't worry, Butch boy. I will. You can bet on it."
She could hardly contain herself for the rest of the ride.
Could this be possible?
Was she actually going to get her chance with him? She couldn't believe it!
She was sitting next to the boy of her sex dreams! Don't blow it, she told herself. Don't blow it.
Not until later, anyway, when you have something juicy to blow.
CHAPTER ONE
Mindy's secrets were very simple, really. They were all able to fit right into the drawer up in her room.
Even simpler!
And it was a special friend as well. All thick, smooth plastic that hardly ever made any noise when she clicked it on.
Ever since she was eleven and her mother forced her to say with her little sister Shari for an entire weekend you could say the vibrator she'd bought and kept hidden was Mr. Wonderful, with two C batteries.
Oh, she wasn't complaining. There was a lot about "Elvis" she really liked!
He never complained about anything, was always in the mood, and could work her into the kind of frenzy that could bring her nearly to a faint!
She liked to use it back and forth, steadily so that her entire pussy, from clit to the tip of her ass-hole, felt like it was going to turn to a powdered mess.
The best times were always at night, after her mother and Shari were asleep.
Then, without making a sound, she'd slip down the stairs of the split-level house, and tip-toe noiselessly to the entrance of the kitchen, where, without putting on the light, using only her intimate knowledge of every inch of the house she'd lived in since she was born, she'd work her way to the kitchen cabinet, open the top drawer and take out Elvis, already hard and eager to please.
She loved the smooth, worn-down round hard pale plastic feel, and could hardly wait to get to her own room and begin.
Mindy dressed for these occasions, to make sort of an occasion out of it.
She had special underwear that she had to keep hidden from her mom, otherwise there'd be too much explaining to do, and all of it of the wrong kind.
So she kept the black garter belt she'd bought downtown buried deep in her sweater drawer, beneath the cardigans and pullovers, along with the black sheer stockings and crotchless panties.
God, how great those felt, with their thin straps kissing the insides of her thighs, creeping all up the back of her bottom!
She put the garter belt on carefully, after stripping off her normal sleeping nightclothes.
Then, once that was in place, she slowly let one pair of the hose slip up her leg, caressing the smooth, milk-white skin, attaching it to the snapknob on the bottom, then repeating the process with her other leg.
The final touch, the panties, she put on by sticking her gorgeous filly legs straight up in the air so she could stick her toes in first, and slowly pull the pair to her hips.
Now she got up and went to the full-length mirror on the back of her bedroom closet door.
She couldn't believe the change the underwear made!
It was magical; her whole personality seemed to ... get down, as the black girls liked to say, at school.
The black girls.
They were always going on about what they'd done to their boyfriends, how they'd fuck this one, and fucked that one, and they were always teasing her because, they said, she was too much of a "Whitebread goody two-shoes to ever get down."
Well, she thought, if they could only see me now!
"Hello Elvis," she said softly, taking the rolling pin in her two hands and letting her palms slide up and down the stiff, thick shaft.
"Yesss ... " she sighed, as she imagined Elvis starting to move up and down, the shaft of his cock as hard and perfectly shaped as the handle of the vibrator.
Now, just to make sure that Elvis knew how good she could be to him, she gently put him down on her bed and reached beside, to the top drawer of her dresser.
It was there, just as always, where she left it, the jar of cold cream.
No need to hide this stuff, it was so good for removing make-up and keeping the skin moist before going to bed.
Everyone knew that.
Why, her mother had even given her the first jar as a gift!
So you can imagine what a surprise it was when she discovered that cold cream had another use, a very special use.
Cold cream, she'd discovered, was absolutely perfect as hot cream too!
First, she took her fingers and dipped them into the smooth, oily cream, then picked up Elvis and began applying it to the shaft, making sure she got every inch, rubbing it smoothly, up and down, and of course all around the head.
She knew enough without having to be told that the head was very special, that the head was the center of sensation, and that by controlling the head you could control the entire man! She had plans.
Big plans, and one day when she was ready, she'd know just how to put them to work, so that they paid off in the best possible fashion.
For now, she was content to give her pleasures to Elvis, and there were so many pleasures she was willing to give him.
"That's so good ... isn't it, Elvis, boy," she murmured as she parted her lips and let her warm breath come coating the head of the roller.
Her breath made the cream warmer, and almost runny. Then, as her mouth began to water, water so much that a droplet or two of saliva began forming at the corners of her mouth, she slowly stuck her tongue out and let just the tip of it lick the end of Elvis's, head.
That made him hum, all right. Just like she knew it would. "There, there," she said softly, taking the shaft in her left hand while twirling the knob handle with her right.
"I think you need to cool down, boy." With that, she put Elvis down and let herself fall backwards onto her bed.
The only light in the room came shining through her partially open window it was a warm June, summer had come early this year and it fell across her in a silver blue stream as she slowly parted her legs, bending them at the knees and bringing them up as high and as far as she could get them.
She wondered what Elvis would do if he could see her in this position, so ready to have her pussy worshiped.
Yes, worshiped.
It was that beautiful.
She'd seen some of the other girls, in the shower after gym at school, and she was proud to have the best looking pussy of them all.
Some of the others were too fat, with lips that looked as though they needed to be exercised more, some had too much hair, like brillo pads, some didn't have enough, being too sparse and scrawny looking.
Some just hung there, fat pudenda waiting to be wound, while others seemed frightened shut, too tight to ever be opened.
But hers, hers was the center of her being, the central heating element absolutely essential to her well-being.
A day didn't go by when she didn't caress it with her fingers, make love to it, and bring it to the most pleasurable orgasm she could.
It was the least she could do for herself, and for pussy.
What went around, came around, she knew that and she believed that if treated her pussy like it deserved to be treated, then pussy would treat her back in like fashion.
Which is why she had absolutely no problems with her nightly jerk off.
She loved to lie back, with her legs open and up, and bent at the knee, as they were now, and slowly let her fingers slide down her stomach, to the tip of where her pubes began, and to curl them in her fingers.
That began the heat process, and she could feel her temperature slowly begin to rise.
Before going any further, she reached for the jar of cold cream and stuck first the fingers of hand then the fingers of the other, until she was gopped up with the stuff all over her fingers and palms, then, with all the skills of an expert, she reached down and taking one side of her pussy with each hand, slowly spread the lips apart, hearing and feeling at the same time the soft squish of the thick, moist, warm lips gently opening, parting to let the easy breeze of cool room air brush up and kiss the hot inner pink of her pumping pussy.
Without moving any other part of her body, she maneuvered her fingers so that one hand held her pussy open with a two-fingered "V" while the other hand coated her button-tight clitoris with smooth helpings of cold cream.
Now, it was like lightening bolts screaming through her body, shooting up her stomach, hitting her heart and brain at the same time.
She automatically kicked forward from her hips, the same way a knee jumps when the doctor hits it checking for reflexes, it was that extreme!
God, Mindy thought to herself, this is the greatest feeling in the world. Slowly, she circled the button clit with her fingers, until she honed in on it with just two, gently squeezing it and then removing her fingers, then squeezing it again, over and over, until she thought she was just going to go mad.
The waves began, as they always did, in the pit of her stomach, and as she squeezed her eyes shut she could only see huge dicks, thick and fat erections dancing in front of her.
What she wouldn't give for one of them now!
Slowly, letting her pussy close as she reached for Elvis, she firmly held on to her clit, afraid to let go, afraid the shock of not having greasy fingers on her clit would be too much for her to bear.
Now she brought Elvis up to one thigh, and easily rolled it toward her pussy.
"I want you, Elvis," she said, as she rolled him back and forth, just as if she had a live dick on her thigh, and a real Elvis on her hands and knees, begging her for it.
And how she'd make him beg, if he were there.
Now, though, she could only make do with the fantasy of Elvis on his hands and knees, but that was all right too, for she was going to reward him by letting have her most intimate, private, and prized possession.
She was gong to let him have her pussy!
She eased the tip of Elvis's to the edge of her pussy lips with one hand, while with the other she still held on tightly to her palpitating clit.
Now, with one move, she pushed the knob head between the lips, until she could feel the smooth wooden tip pushing into her pink, wet gash.
"Ohh.. " she cried out involuntarily, hoping the noise hadn't awakened anybody.
She held her breath and began to twirl the tip around, moving it by holding the shaft and going clockwise in circles.
She thought she would mad at the sensation!
It was as if Elvis had pushed her down on the bed and forced her pussy open, in front of his eyes, examined every private inch of her, so that there was nothing left that he didn't know, and then, when he knew he had her humbled, began to massage it in just the most perfect way, until she thought she was going to go mad with pleasure.
Her hips began to do the dance of orgasm for him, as she quicked her stirring and increased the rhythms of the pressure on her clit.
"Oh ... God ... Oh ... God ... Jesus ... " she moaned, over and over, not caring anymore if Shari, her mother, or the whole Goddamn neighborhood could hear her.
She pushed her exquisite thighs back as far as she could get them, trying to get the head fully encircled by her sucking pussy, as she moved Elvis around and around, faster and faster, until she could feel the chain being yanked, and from deep within the pleasure depths of her being, opened the floodgates and felt the liquid passion gush out of her pussy.
She was coming like a fucking horse in heat!
Over and over the waves came, making her head move from side to side, making her tongue go out and come back and go out again, making her spittle fly out of her mouth and run down the side of her pretty face, making the sweat break out on her forehead, and the flow of juice drown over Elvis!
Soon, too soon, it was always too soon, it was over, as the tide subsided and the waters flowed back upstream.
She had come a quart, she knew, and when she pulled Elvis out of her pussy, the thick, slick juices made the familiar puddle oh her sheets.
She hoped her mother wouldn't say anything about it in the morning.
God, what did her mother think it could possibly be?
After regaining her calm, she carefully closed the jar of cold cream and put it back into her drawer.
Then, going to the mirror, she watched herself strip out of her costume, imagining that Elvis was seated on a chair in one corner of the room making her do this and enjoying this further humblement, a thought which brought a renewed flush to her cheek.
She decided to examine herself in the mirror, there in the moonlight.
She loved her body, the thick, hard and smooth thighs, and the lovely, high perky tits, so ready to be sucked and fondled and fucked!
She spread her legs slightly and let one of her still-greasy fingers go up her cunt.
Aaah, she thought, that feels so good.
She loved to finger herself, and could do it all night if she could.
But now there were other things to get to.
Reluctantly, she took her fingers out of herself and, promising pussy a real treat tomorrow, took Elvis into the bathroom and carefully rinsed him off until there wasn't a single trace of cold cream or pussy scent on it.
Then, after drying him off, she noiselessly replacing him back in the drawer from where she got him, kissed him once, quickly, on the knob, and promised him the best was yet to come.
Then she went back upstairs, hoping she'd be able to fall right off to sleep, knowing of course that she'd never be able to.
There was something on her mind this night.
The same something that had been there for so long now.
She simply had to get fucked!
She was fifteen now, and old enough to know that what must be the greatest feeling in the world was a throbbing cock working out a hungry pussy.
Her hungry pussy.
Sure, Elvis was fun, but it wasn't the real thing. In the beginning it was enough, surely she knew that, but now her imagination was beginning to drive her crazy.
What it must feel like to have a boy over you, naked and hard, begging for it, and you being in charge and finally, after maybe even bringing tears to the boy's eyes, finally letting him open you up and fuck the shit out of you.
like Butch, at school.
She knew how he looked at her.
She knew he wanted her.
She knew that bulge in his pocket wasn't his pen and pencil set.
She knew that given half a chance, he'd show her just how her pussy should feel.
Butch was the best looking boy in school.
Captain of the football team, and with that blonde curly head of hair, captive of every girl's heart!
Sandy she seemed to have the lock on that heart, and Mindy was sure that Sandy was giving him something, if nothing else she was allowing him to put that big cock between her lips!
Mindy blushed just thinking about it.
What that must feel like!
She longed to have Butch's cock between her lips.
Oh, she'd show him how appreciative she could be.
She'd lick and suck and kiss and squeeze it until it gave up it's most precious fluid to her.
And she would swallow it too.
She wondered if Linda Sue would ever do that!
Just give her the chance.
That's all that Mindy wanted, was the chance.
She fell asleep dreaming of Butch's stiff dick gently pushing into her lips.
She got up the next morning at six, well before Shari and her mother, and did her homework.
This was a daily routine for her.
She found this was the best time to study and do her assignments.
Then, making herself a couple of scrambled eggs, along with toast, apricot juice and a large glass of milk, she took a shower and got herself ready for school.
As she was going out the door, she could hear the first stirrings of Shari and her mother from the floor above.
Mindy hurried to get out the door before they came down.
She hated Shari, more so than ever.
Shari was always threatening to tell their mother about Mindy's underwear, which somehow, Mindy couldn't imagine just how, she'd found in the sweater drawer.
Maybe the little minx was trying to borrow a sweater without permission. Whatever, one day, Mindy promised herself, she'd get even with that little cunt.
Maybe both she and Butch would get even with her.
Ha!
The thought sent another kind of chill down her delicious spine.
The bus came as always, precisely at 7:15.
She went up the three quick steps and flashed her pass at Mr. Jones, who nodded without looking and stepped on the gas, sending Mindy bustling down the aisle, and smack into the empty seat next to, could she hardly believe it, Butch, football Captain by day, star of her sex fantasies by night!
Of all the luck!
Where, she wondered, was Sandy, who always sat next to her Butch, guarding him and controlling him like she had a leash around his neck.
Yeah, Mindy thought to herself, if I had a leash around his neck I'd keep him on a tight rein ... I'd keep him so well fucked, he'd never....
"Hi." God! It was Butch! Talking to her!
Talking right to her! She gulped, swallowed and tried to look calm, hoping the wetness she felt between her legs wasn't going to show through her school skirt.
Thank God it was dark green and heavy felt.
"Hi, Butch. Where's ... where's Sandy this morning?"
Butch threw his head back and smiled. "She ... she has a little bit of an upset stomach today."
He laughed, the kind of laugh that Mindy was sure had to do with Linda's "Upset stomach."
She wondered if the real story weren't so much more delicious, if Butch had maybe actually ... fucked Linda the night before, and fucked her so hard she couldn't walk, let alone ride the school bus. Some girls were so lucky....
"Gee, that's too bad, Butch," Mindy said, trying not to sound too happy.
"Yeah, I guess," Butch said. "You able to make anything out of this algebra shit?" he said to her, as he stared out the window.
"Algebra?" Her heart thumped. "I'm great at Algebra."
"Yeah," he said. "You would be."
What was that supposed to mean, she wondered?
"I don't suppose you could help me, during study hall? I can't make heads or tails out of this X plus Y crap. Ya know?"
She shook her head seriously, wisely, like yes, she knew.
God, did she knew.
"I think we have the same study period ... " Think? It was all she could do to stop staring at him the whole forty-five minutes, every day, third period.
"Yeah, we do. Third period. You know we do," he said, the slightest hint of a smile curling up around his face.
"Why don't you sit next to me in study, the way you are now," he said, his smile going a little wider.
It was only then she realized her leg was pressing against his, and the heat she was giving off was seeping through his jeans.
She looked at him long and hard, and then, without being able to control herself, she stuck her tongue out from between her lips and without saying anything, let it lick first her top lip, then her bottom.
He stared at her, his mouth half open, the flap of his zipped jeans jumping nearly half an inch. She had him, she knew. Now she closed her mouth and pretended she had something in it, something full and wet and juicy, and made an exaggerated motion of swallowing, watching him all the time watching her.
"Sure, Butch. I'll sit next to you. Would you like that."
"Yes," he said, a little hoarse.
"Of course, if I help you with your Algebra, you're going to have to help me with something. That's only fair, isn't it."
"Only fair," he repeated, staring still at her mouth.
"Well, I think I know just what I want you to do for me."
"Name it," Butch said.
"I will," she said, reaching out and putting her hand on top of his, feeling how hot the both of them now were.
"Don't worry, Butch boy. I will. You can bet on it."
She could hardly contain herself for the rest of the ride.
Could this be possible?
Was she actually going to get her chance with him?
She couldn't believe it!
She was sitting next to the boy of her sex dreams!
Don't blow it, she told herself.
Don't blow it.
Not until later, anyway, when you have something juicy to blow.
CHAPTER TWO
Mindy could hardly sit through French, the dullest of her classes for the day.
It wasn't that she didn't like French.
In fact, it was her best subject.
The trouble was that she was too good at it, too far ahead of the other kids.
If only, she thought to herself, her sexuality was as far ahead as her appreciation of French.
The minutes crept by slowly.
Finally, the bell rang and as she copied down her assignment to read the next five chapters of Les Miserables., she folded her notebook up and dashed down the hall to study hall.
She thought she was going to cream in her pants as he opened the double doors and saw, sitting at one end of the room, alone at a table that normally sat six, Butch, his head resting on one hand, his Algebra book open, his mind seemingly a million miles away.
Until he saw Mindy.
He smiled when he spotted her at the door, and she nodded back to him, carefully, not wanting to attract too much attention.
She had plans, and the last thing she wanted to happen now was for one of Sandy's fat friends to get a whiff of what was going to be going on between Mindy and her boyfriend.
Mindy went to the check-in desk, signed her name and then walked over to Butch's table.
"Hi, Butch," she said, letting the words slip out of her mouth like morning pancake syrup.
"Yeah," Butch said, smiling back at her and patting the seat next to his.
"Sit yourself down, honey," he said, as Mindy obeyed, slipping into the chair.
At first she pretended to be very busy, turning pages of her algebra notebook, looking at his book, then at hers, then back at his, keeping this up until it happened.
Without warning.
Without any advance signal.
Without taking his eyes off her notebook, and looking for all the world as if he were trying to figure something out there, Butch had let his fingers slip over to the top of Mindy's thigh, coming to rest on the fabric of her skirt.
"Oh," she said, quickly, through her breathless gasp.
She quickly looked over to Butch, locking eyes with him, as her hand automatically went to her thigh, coming to rest on top of his.
At first, her intention was to get him to take his hand away, but now, feeling the strong, set fingers in possession of the skin just above her knee, she squeezed it, as if to say yes, go on, do whatever you like.
"Now, let's see," Butch said, as he pretended to move the fingers of his free hand over the page of his open book, while his other hand got busy and quickly moved underneath the skirt, so that now he could feel the warm, creamy skin of her bare thigh.
"Butch ... " she said, letting her voice trial off.
She could feel her cheeks flush like the falls of Niagara, as, without saying anything, his hand began to go up, farther than before, farther up her thigh than any boy's hand had ever gone. Without being able to control herself, she felt the soft, spiny wiggle of desire begin to come over her, and she openly parted her knees, giving him a greater freedom than he already had.
"Yes," she murmured, when he looked up at her for a second, and then, without any other signal, he put his hand all the way up, so that the tips of his fingers came to rest on the smooth, silky fabric of her panties, all that remained between her wet, throbbing pussy, and Butch's hand.
"Take them off," he said, under his breath, looking around the large study hall, grateful that there were so few other students who'd elected to take the second period for study.
There was nobody within six tables of them, giving them a virtual aura of seclusion in which, presumably, they could better study their subjects.
"What?" she said, her voice squeaked to a thin timbre.
"You heard me. Remove your panties."
"Here? Now?"
"Here and now. Just slip them off and put them into your book bag. It'll be real easy."
She thought about it for a second, and when she couldn't come up with any reason why not to, she simply put her hands under her skirt, and, lifting herself once, quickly, slid the ends of her thumbs beneath the material and yanked them below her hips, so that they were now just above her knees.
Slowly, she worked them down from there, until they were around her ankles, and then, bending down once, as if to scratch her foot, she balled them up in her palm and shoved them into her book bag.
"That's good," Butch said, now taking first her right hand, the one nearest him, and gently raising it so that it was resting on the pages of her notebook.
Then, slowly, so as not to cause any attention to come their way, he reached down and did the same with her other hand.
"Good," he repeated, then, coming a little closer to her, he told her what he expected.
"I don't want you to remove your hands from the notebook. Is that understood?"
Unable to speak, her temples pounding with fear and excitement, she shook her head slowly up and down.
"And I want you to spread your legs a little wider apart, please."
She did as she was told.
The chair felt funny on her bare bottom, and she could feel the ends of her pubic hairs brushing up against the seat.
She spread her knees apart and at that moment, looked at his face, into Butch's eyes, as he wasted no time in letting his fingers once more find the hot spot, this time left bare and unprotected by her panties.
"Easy," he whispered. "Take it nice and easy. I want to feel your pussy."
She was helpless to do anything but allow his fingers to gently spread the lips of her pussy.
She felt the heat generating from them, going inside of her, and now, he had possession of her tight, virginal cunny, as much as he could get. Higher, still higher he tried to go, when suddenly, coming up against her protective cherry, he pushed a little too far, and caused Mindy to let out an involuntary yelp of pinching pain.
Which caused Mrs. Robbins, the study hall supervisor, to look over their way.
Oh God, Mindy, thought to herself, what if ... Don't even think about it, she urged the little voice inside of her.
Just continue as if nothing has happened.
She picked up a pencil and pretended she was writing an example for Butch.
"I told you to keep your hands on the book," he said, while shaking his head as if he were saying, yes, I see, I understand now.
"But ... but, Mrs. Robbins...."
"Mrs. Robbins wouldn't know what feeling a pussy was all about if a tiger came and perched on her face. Trust me."
What else could she do.
In another moment Butch was back at her, his fingers stroking and pinching and kneading her into an absolute frenzy, this time careful not to go too far up inside of her, concentrating instead on the tip of her clit.
"Don't ... " she rasped, as she felt herself unable to sit still any longer.
"Don't, really ... I'm going to...."
"Do it," Butch said, smiling, daring her to have an orgasm without making any sound, without attracting any attention.
"You ... you bastard ... ohh.. Jesus ... " Mindy whispered, as, sitting as still as she could, using the flat palms of her hands as anchors now, she moved her hips back and forth, violently, almost making the table bounce, causing Mrs. Robbins to look over once more.
Mindy waved to Mrs. Robbins, and smiled, as Butch removed his hand.
"Is anything wrong here," Mrs. Robbins asked, as she bustled over to see just what the matter was.
"Nothing, Mrs. Robbins," Butch said, smiling and stroking his own chin, smelling the pungent scent of pussy that was now all over his fingers.
It made him laugh to think that the whole place smelled like pussy juice now, and Mrs. Robbins, engulfed in that cheap fifty cent perfume of hers, was probably the only one who couldn't smell it.
As soon as she was gone, Mindy, still unable to raise her voice above a whisper, and not wanting to, turned her face toward Butch.
"That was ... that was ... fabulous, Butch. I never...."
"I know," he said, smiling and laughing once to himself.
He stopped laughing, however, when he felt Mindy's pretty right hand go right for the lump beneath his zippers.
Right there, in study hall, she had her fingers surrounding his rock hard cock.
"Now it's my turn," she said, smiling, with a fetching, teasing look on her face.
"And I wouldn't advise making too much noise, either, or you know who'll be back, and even you won't be able to hide your dick from her."
Without saying anything else, Mindy slowly opened the zipper.
Her heart was pounding like a workmen's sledge, against her chest as she was about to feel her first, in-the-flesh dick.
How she'd dreamt about this moment, how many times she'd pretended, with Elvis ... Gosh, she thought to herself, it's too bad I haven't got any cold cream with me....
She nearly lost her breath when she saw the purple and red head peak out for the first time from between his zipper.
It was so similar, yet so unlike anything she'd ever seen before, including the knob-end of Elvis, including any of the photos she'd seen in those magazines her mother kept hidden, she thought, from view up in her room.
It was so ... alive, so ... potent! It was like a warrior, she thought, a throbbing, pushy warrior. She let her fingers dance around the edge of it, gently squeezing it, enjoying the fact that now she was the one doing the touching, and Butch was the one doing the jumping.
Then, she had what she knew was an uncontrollable urge.
She had to have it in her mouth, that was all there was too it.
Taking one look over to make sure Mrs. Robbins was, as usual, stuck with her head into some book she was-, then giving Butch one more look to let him know that he was really in for it now, she slowly, silently, slipped beneath the table, clean out of sight from anyone.
She quickly got on her knees and worked the zipper further on down, so that his huge cock was as free as it could be.
"Jesus," he said, "what are you doing to me?"
"Just relax, Butch. I've wanted to suck on it for so long now. I want to be better for you than Sandy."
"What?" Butch was about to ask her what she thought she meant by that, but before he could get his words out he forgot about them, because Mindy was now holding his stiff-hard dick at the base, with one hand, and using the nails of her other to gently scratch at the underskin, causing him to jerk it up and down in the air.
Not too far, for Mindy didn't want him to have too much freedom, but enough to let her know that he was loving every second of this.
Mindy began to jerk it, slowly, with smooth, even strokes of her wrists, coming up fast as she yanked on it, and going down slow as she soothed it.
She had him good and tight now and just where she thought she wanted him.
Parting her pretty, naturally pink and thick lips, she brought her head as close to his dick as she could, without taking it in her mouth.
Then she looked up at him, through his parted legs, just at the base of the table and smiled, as she asked him how he liked this.
"I love it," he said back to her, swallowing as he did.
"Good," she said, as she breathed heavily, the aspirated saliva coating the tip with little pinpricks of heat.
Then, giving it a little squeeze, she noticed that a pearl-like drop appeared from the opening, the little pee-hole at the very tip.
"Oh," she said, and touched it with her tongue. It was sticky, and salty tasting, and as she pulled her lips away, it came back with her, in a thin, stringy way, and when she moved her head a little it stuck to the side of her cheek, like a burning sticky wad of gum.
She loved the way it immediately began to harden, and made no move to wipe it away.
"What do you want me to do, Butch," she whispered up to him.
"You know," he said, squirming from desire.
"Come on, Butch, tell me...."
"Jesus, put it in your mouth and...."
"And what, baby?"
"Put it in your mouth and suck on it."
That was what she'd been waiting to hear.
Not needing another clue, she let two inches slip between her lips, making sure her tongue received it along the bottom, so that it didn't get scraped or anything.
She couldn't believe the sensation. It was rock hard, yet it was soft, almost pliable, like Elvis with a sponge wrapped all around it.
And it tasted so good, almost sweet, against the sharp saltiness of his lubricating fluid.
Closing her lips around the shaft, she sucked hard on it, as if it were some kind of magical cough drop.
She could tell that he liked what she was doing by the way he kept humping his thighs, and licking at his own lips.
She only hoped he'd be cool enough not to attract any kind of undue attention to the both of them, or she'd have a hell of a time explaining to her mother what she was doing giving head to Butch in study.
Not to mention what Sandy might say.
Sandy.
She suddenly took Butch's dick out of her mouth and holding it firmly in one hand, decided to find out just how good all of this was feeling to him.
"Does Sandy do this to you?" she asked him.
At first he didn't want to answer, but she squeezed harder and told him she was going to stop if he didn't answer every one of her questions. "Now, come on, Butch, tell me. does Sandy give you head?"
"Y ... yes," he said, in obvious agony over not having come yet. "As good as this?"
"No," he said, quickly, honestly, Mindy thought.
"That's right, Butch boy. From now on I'm going to give you the best head you ever got. Ever in your life," she added, before opening her mouth and letting his big dick come back inside of her.
Now she sucked on it for all she was worth, letting her head bob up and down on it, taking as much of it as she could down her throat without choking, then pulling it slowly out, her lips and tongue working on it as she did so, until only the head was still in her mouth, then, moving quickly down it once more, taking it all the way in, and then pulling it almost all the way out.
She noticed that as she did so, his humping started to come faster and faster.
Then, suddenly, and she didn't quite understand why, Butch's hands went to the back of her head, and he held her firmly in place, while he, well, he fucked her was the only way she could think of putting it, right there, in her mouth, in the middle of study hall.
She couldn't pull her head away, even if she wanted to, which she surely didn't.
This was undoubtedly the greatest moment of her entire life.
She sucked harder and harder, like a hungry baby to a mother's tit, until, with a great force that nearly knocked her over, her mouth suddenly began to fill up with a thick, creamy, and quite tasty, thank you, fluid, coming right from his cock!
She thought she was going to go crazy as he continued to come, and come, and come, and she lapped at the stuff eagerly, loving it, wanting it, swallowing every last drop. He'd come in her mouth, she knew, and that made her very, very, happy.
Let Sandy top that.
When she felt him start to go a little soft, she let him leave her lips, and she slowly, efficiently zipped him up, before coming back up the side of the table.
Imagine her surprise when she saw Mrs. Robbins standing there, her hands folded, her face very stern, her foot tapping on the ground.
"What is the explanation for this?" Mrs. Robbins said, sounding very peeved, indeed.
"For what?" Mindy said, when, after a brief period of silence she realized that Butch was going to be of no help in this situation.
"For all this commotion over here. And what were you doing on the floor, under the table, young lady?"
"Doing? I wasn't doing anything, Mrs. Robbins. I dropped my pencils and I was trying to gather them up, that's all."
"That's all?" Mrs. Robbins said, cocking her head to one side as if to say you're not fooling anyone, but Mindy simply sat there and smiled, trying to look as innocent as she knew she'd never be again in her life.
"Yes, I think so," she said.
"Very well, then. As study hall is almost over, I take it you'll try to ... hold on to your pencils a little better, young lady?"
"I'll do my very best," Mindy said, hardly able to hold back the laughter she felt inside.
The bell rang and Mindy and Butch both got up to leave.
Once in the hallway, Butch asked Mindy what she was doing, later that day.
"I don't know. Going home and studying, I guess. Why?"
"Well, maybe there are a few things I could teach you."
"Teach me?"
"Yeah. You know, like you showed me some things in Algebra. I think what's good for me is good for you to."
"What subject are you going to show me?" She smiled as she asked him, letting her eyes drop down his body, to the bulge in his pants, then back up again.
"I was thinking about Biology."
Mindy laughed. "Well, if you come over after school, my mom won't be home from work until five, and my little sister, Shari, has a riding lesson today. We'll have all the privacy we need ... to study, of course."
"I'll be there at three thirty."
"I'll be waiting."
With that, she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, and left for her next class.
The rest of the day went particularly slowly for her, and she was unable to concentrate on much of anything, except the delicious taste in her mouth that stayed with her through every class, the slightly salty, delicious and pungent aftertaste of cocksucking.
She'd tried it once now, and knew that she loved it more than anything else she'd ever had.
She hoped that the wet and the heat she felt bet-weeen her legs would be controllable until this afternoon.
Once school was out, at three o'clock, she raced to catch the first bus out of the yard, so that she would be home at least twenty minutes before Butch, if Butch arrived on time.
That was the surest thing.
Would Butch be even one second late to get into her pants? He better not be, she thought as the bus churned its way out of the school and onto the main road. If he were, she'd teach him a lesson. A lesson he'd never forget.
If he thought Football was rough....
As soon as she got home she made a preliminary check of the house, to make sure there was, indeed, no one home.
Her mother was at work, and unless she'd taken sick or something she'd be there at least until five, sometimes longer.
Shari was gone, too, which meant she a gone to the stables to take her riding lesson. Just as well, Mindy thought.
The little brat would really make a stink if she saw Butch in the house.
She'd make Mindy pay through the nose.
Satisfied she was alone, Mindy went upstairs and took a short but extremely hot shower, soaping up under her arms and between her legs, letting the thick, creamy cleansing cream bar work between her legs.
She wanted to be extra sure that she was absolutely squeaky clean in her pussy. For some reason, she had the feeling that she was going to be inspected down there very closely, by Butch, and she wanted to make sure she got a hundred, a perfect score, in his grade book.
After she got out of the shower, and dried her hair, she put on some of her mom's make-up, emphasizing her lips and her eyes.
It was a little too much, but that was all right.
This was a special occasion.
Then, on a whim, she went back to her bedroom and took out her special fantasy costume.
Sitting on the side of her bed she put on the garter belt, the stockings and her special blue silk robe, the one she'd bought downtown in the used clothing shop for two dollars.
She checked her bedside clock.
Almost three thirty.
She went downstairs to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of milk, then, before drinking it, decided she wanted something a little stronger.
She went to her mother's liquor cabinet and helped herself to the bottle of vodka, already opened, that sat on the top shelf.
Carefully taking it down, she opened the top and poured herself a third of a glass, replacing what she'd taken with some tap water.
She knew her mother kept close watch on things like this.
Putting the glass to her lips, she suddenly threw her head back, the way she saw it done in movies all the time, and felt the burning hot liquid cascade down her throat.
It was like swallowing an electric power line as it snaked all the way down,into her stomach.
At first she thought she was going to be sick, but then, after waiting for the burning to pass, she felt a soft, warm glow emanate through her body.
It was the first real drink she'd ever had, and she really liked the way it kind of warmed her up, and made her even more relaxed.
Yes, she thought to herself, this vodka stuff came in awfully handy.
Three thirty-five.
Where was he?
She panicked for a second, thinking maybe Butch was only teasing her, and that he wasn't going to come after all, that he was going to go, instead to Sandy's house.
How could he, she thought to herself?
How could he?
Just when she was about to pour herself another drink, she heard the knocking at the front door. She didn't have to ask who it was.
CHAPTER THREE
She opened the door slowly, as if in a dream.
There he was, all clean and shiny, right out of the high school locker room gymnasium where he'd spent the last hour of his school program, as always, in football practice.
This was the big season for the boys, and Butch was the star.
He was also the main fantasy of every fifteen year old girl in the school. Mindy's too.
The big difference was, not many of the girls at school had given Butch a blow-job, and had swallowed his cum, ever, and she'd done it this morning, in study hall.
And now, in his football jersey, with his broad shoulders, clean face and tight jeans, he was going to do what no man or boy had ever done to her before.
He was, she hoped, going to teach her what fucking was all about.
Already she could feel the heat and the cream collecting inside of her sweet panties.
She could feel his eyes sweeping over her robe, not mistaking the message she was giving him, that she was ready for it.
From beneath the bottom of the nearly floor-length garment he could see her black stockings, and it sent a small voltage to his cock, already growing hard and stentorian as he licked his chops in anticipation of breaking this little filly's cherry.
"Come on in," she said, her voice a little husky from anticipation.
"Thanks," Butch replied as he strolled inside the door.
"There's no one home, you know, 'cept us, for the next two hours."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Plenty of time for us to ... uh, study, don't you think?"
"Huh? yeah, sure. Whatever you say."
"You want a drink or something? I have...."
"No. I want this."
He put his hands on her shoulders and spun her around, taking her by surprise, and slipping his mouth over hers, completely, so that the only air she was able to breath was through her nose.
He sucked on her mouth as he kissed it, until all the air was out of her, and she began to get a little dizzy, falling into him and letting his strong quarterback arms catch her.
"Where's the bedroom," she heard him say, and without being able to resist, even though she knew what he had in mind, she took him by his hand, already hot and sweaty, and led him up the stairs to her room.
Midway up, she felt a hand come under her robe, and lift it from behind.
At first she wanted to scream out, to shout for him to remove his hand, but before she could, she felt the fingers grabbing her ass and giving it a tight squeeze.
She let out an almost inaudible "Oh" at this, and heard him chuckle.
He held her by her ass all the way to her bedroom, where, once inside, Butch took his hand away and covered her mouth with it.
Not to hurt her or to scare her, that wasn't his intention.
Rather, he wanted her to smell her own intimate aroma, to take a whiff of her own sweet ass, which she did.
Then, reaching around, he opened the belt of her robe and let the sides fall away.
He turned her around again, this time so that she was facing him.
He looked at her from head to toe, from the tip of her freshly shampooed hair to the bottom of her stockinged leg, and he loved what he saw.
Here was essentially a little girl, a teenybopper, fifteen years old, dressed as one of the hottest fantasies he'd ever seen. m her garter belt, which clung to her plump thighs like the skin to an apple, only made her even more desirable than he'd imagined.
Without saying a word he scooped her off the floor, one hand on her back the other under her knees, and carried her to her bed, where he put her down, and, after carefully removing the robe, made her spread her legs.
She resisted a little at first, out of sheer instinct.
After all, this was the first time a man, or a boy had ever seen her like this.
Her face was on fire, the crimson blush traveling all the way down her cheeks to her neck and her pretty breasts, now exposed to his gaze, the cherry pit nipples hard and luscious.
Butch stripped off his shirt, revealing a tight, rippling chest, then did the same with his shorts, all the while not taking his eyes off her body.
When Mindy saw him naked, except for his jeans, she swallowed hard.
He was even more gorgeous than all the girls in the sophomore class thought.
A real high school hunk, she told herself, and he's mine, all mine!
Now, sitting on his knees between her thighs, he began his ravishing of her.
He let his hands trail up her stomach, which sent a chill through her, making her automatically contract, until his fingers found the fleshy firmness of her breasts.
Not grabbing them full, he let his fingers make circles around them, starting at the bottom, and making every smaller circles as he approached her tits, sending her, into spasms of frustration and expectation.
"Oh, Butch, that feels so ... so good!" Mindy sighed, as she closed her eyes and let her head fall to one side.
This was going to be so fine, she heard her mind's voice say.
So fine, and I hope it never ends.
Butch was an expert with women, especially the young ones.
He knew just what buttons to push, how to push them, and what to expect when he did.
So it was now, as he gently urged Mindy's nipples to full erection, then, leaning over her still further, he brought his mouth down on her gorgeous bubbies, and set his mouth to work.
He took the left one first, rolling the nipple around in his mouth, feeling her jump at the bite of his teeth.
He gnashed her, first the left, then the right nipple, continuing his biting and chewing of them, until he heard the familiar, yet always exciting rush of her breathless sighs.
"Jesus ... Jesus ... Jesus, oh, shit, Jesus ... " Mindy kept on repeating, as she felt herself being worked on, knew she was being built up like a pressure-cooker meal, and that there was no way to stop Butch now, even if she wanted to, which of course, she knew she didn't.
Not even when he did what he did next.
He began slowly, letting his lips slide off her full, now swollen tits, and and trailing them down with his tongue, along her slivery, naked stomach, coming at last to the edge of her garter belt.
Taking it firmly in his teeth, he pulled it away from her body and slid his hand underneath it, causing Mindy once more to sigh out in pleasure, then to sob with a guttural rasp from the sheer pounding power of her building passion.
Holding his hand on the small part of her stomach, just above where her pubic hair began, he gently yet firmly urged her legs apart, so that her knees were on the bed and spread widely out on either side of her.
It made Mindy hotter to think that she was open and visible before him, and that his eyes were feasting on her private parts, naked and spread out.
He wasted no time now in letting his tongue slide down to her cherry pie, chewing for a couple of seconds on her pubes, then, using the hand that was under the garter belt, he pushed further until his fingers were on the V of her peach slit, and with a single forced motion, he opened it wide, so that the coral pinkness of her inner pussy was now gaping open.
"Yeah," he said softly, causing Mindy to cover her face with her hands.
She'd never dreamed, never in her wildest jerk-off fantasies, that it could ever feel like this. Butch's tongue was moving rapidly back and forth, up and down, working on her pussy, from the very tip at the top all along the pink, juicy walls until finally, with all the skills of an expert, he plunged it far up into her hot, glistening box, until it was as far inside of her as he could get it, right up to the cherry barrier that was all that stood now between Mindy and unbound ecstasy.
Then, holding it there, causing her to squirm on his face, he reached up with his other hand and began to massage her clit.
"SHIT," Mindy screamed, not able to hold back any longer.
She bucked her hips and grabbed his head with her hands, to hold his lips locked to her juicy cunny.
Butch continued to waggle his tongue inside of her until he knew she was about to come.
Then, just before she did, he pulled out of her.
"Butch ... no ... what...."
He didn't say anything.
Instead, he made her turn over so that she suddenly found herself on her stomach, her legs being gently urged apart by his strong hands.
Now, she knew, her naked ass was a feast for her eyes, and when she felt his lips kissing it, she thought she was really going to lose it, and thrash about on the bed until she lost her mind.
Still, she didn't have any idea that he had something even better in mind for her.
Keeping her like this, and noticing that her eyes were squeezed shut, he worked his tongue inside the little crinkle-hole of her ass, and moved it in and out, while with his fingers, he explored the sweet lips of her pussy, squeezing it and patting it and stroking it lovingly.
Mindy thought she was going to die.
She never thought a tongue would ever, ever be up her ass, but now one was, Butch's, and it felt so ... so good!
She pushed her ass high in the air and held it there for him while he continued to work on her, letting the muscles of her sphincter relax under his expert workings, until she just wanted him to stick his tongue all the way up, as far as it could go.
There was no turning back for her now.
Clutching the pillow with her fingers, she buried her face into it, as, continuing to buck, she felt the explosion beginning to erupt.
This was it, she was going to come, she was going to come for him, and loved the very idea of Butch making her reveal his most private of emotions.
Butch kept his mouth glued on her ass as he felt her orgasming, and held it there until, minutes later, the final spasms passed through her.
When he lifted his mouth and took his tongue out of her, he kissed each of her perfect ass-cheeks, sending still one more shudder going through her, like the subtle aftershocks to a great earthquake.
She thought for sure that was all, that that was the final coming, for her, that there was nothing else he could do to her, that she had done it all.
Once again, she had underestimated who she was dealing with.
Turning her over once more, so that she had to look him in the eye, he lifted her arms, placing each one, bent at the elbow, next to her head, so that she was lying helpless as a newborn baby before him.
She wasn't sure what was going to happen next.
She didn't think she had any energy left to give, and didn't know how Butch could, but she soon found out.
Standing up for a moment, Butch removed his shorts, letting his enormous banger loose for the first time since he'd come into her house.
She'd only seen it through his jeans in the study hall, but now, she was amazed at the size of it, and a little frightened at the thought of that huge killer somehow parting the lips of her tender cunny and coming all the way inside of her.
Was it possible?
And was it going to hurt?
She wanted to close her eyes and try to get through it that way. but Butch wasn't into that.
Instead, he leaned over and kissed her, full on the lips, holding her that way until he was back, between her legs again.
Then, taking his mouth away from hers, and letting her breath for a second, he sat up on her chest, letting his own tight, hard ass come down on her nice, soft tits, bouncing once or twice to make sure she knew how comfortable he was.
Then, taking his dick in one hand, he put his other to her mouth, and gently urged her to open it.
She got the message now, and knew what was expected of her.
Parting her lips, she took the head of the monster inside, and began to suck on it.
At first she was gentle, letting him to most of the work, but as she got into it, she moved one of her hands from the position he'd originally set it, grabbing his cock and working the foreskin back and forth as she continued to suck, loving the feel and the taste and the heat of him, even more so than she did in the study hall.
When it was good and soaking from her spittle, Butch eased himself back down between her legs, and once again holding her open, causing her to let out another of those short, breathless sighs, he edged the tip of his killer dick into her.
He held it there a couple of seconds, letting it nestle in the soft pinkness of her pussy, before, with a violent heave of his hips, he pushed it a good six inches up.
Mindy had heard it was supposed to hurt, but she had no idea it would feel like she'd been ripped open, into two complete selves.
She wanted to scream out in pain, and would have, if Butch's hand hadn't come down and clamped on her mouth, stifling the raging screams that she now let forth.
She thought the pain was never going to go away, that she was going to feel torn forever, but then the strangest thing happened.
From somewhere deep inside of her things started to change.
At once she felt less pain, less and less, until it was all replaced by a new kind of pleasure, a pleasure she'd never felt before, a pleasure deep inside her womb, that kept coming on and coming on, like a million massaging tongues pushing up against her, forcing her to take more and more.
She began to react to the expert fucking she was getting.
Butch, both his hands now holding hers down by the wrists, leaned over her, his hair hanging off his head, inches from her face.
Her hips thrust up now to meet his movements, and soon she was forcing her legs back as far as they could go, all pain now gone, replaced by the total pleasure of what was happening to her.
"What am I doing to you?" Butch asked her, huskily, as he continued to work her over.
"What do you ... mean ... " she managed to get out as he increased the speed of his movement.
"Say it ... " Butch ordered.
"I can't ... " Mindy moaned, moving her head back and forth.
"I'll stop if you don't," he said, taking his dick almost completely out of her, leaving only the fat head inside.
"DON'T," she screamed, as she feared he was going to stop. "Say it," he repeated.
"FUCKING ME ... " she screamed through the room. "YOU'RE FUCKING ME...."
"Do you like it, Mindy baby? Do you."
"Yes ... oh, yes ... GOD, I LOVE IT...."
"Do you want me to stop."
"NO!"
"Ask me nicely."
"PLEASE ... OH, PLEASE, Butch DARLING ... PLEASE DON'T STOP FUCKING ME ... I LOVE THE WAY YOU FUCK. .I LOVE IT...."
That was enough for Butch, all that he needed to hear.
He pushed himself all the way back in, and couldn't help but notice the tear that formed out of the side of one eye, as Mindy, grateful that he was going to keep fucking him, began to weep softly.
As he worked her over, he let her hands free, and without having to be prompted or told what to do, she reached down, around her bent back thigh and was able to feel his huge, bulbous balls that kept on smacking up against her ass as she got this first fucking.
She held onto them and squeezed them, rhythmically, each time Butch pushed his dick inside of her, and soon, it had the magic effect, for suddenly, Butch increased his fucking and moved up even farther on her, so that he was all the way inside.
Then, with one loud, protracted scream, he came inside of her, sending hot, blasting jets of his own cum deep into the hot pot of her womb.
"Yes ... oh, yes, oh, give it all to me, I want every drop," she cried as she felt him draining his dick inside her pussy.
Finally, after what seemed like forever to Mindy, she could feel him pulling out of her.
When he was finally completely out of her pussy, he looked down at himself, as Mindy lifted up on her elbows to see what he was staring at.
Butch's dick was completely red, drenched in the Mindy's cherry juice.
"Oh my," she said, not particularly turned off by the sight, amazed that she'd bled that much and felt so little pain. "Let me clean you up," she said, easing herself out from below him, and dashing off to the bathroom.
There, she filled a basin with some warm water and took a couple of washclothes with her back to the bedroom.
"Now lie back, Butch, and relax, 'cause his is going to feel so good ... " she dipped one washcloth into the warm water and after squeezing the excess out, put it all over his cock, gently squeezing and rubbing it, then rinsing the washrag out in the water, then repeating the process.
Butch loved the way this felt, and loved the attention that Mindy was giving him.
He remembered back to the time when he'd popped Linda's cherry, how she'd complained afterwards for days about how much it had hurt, and how he'd had to go to the bathroom by himself and do all the cleaning up, and how it had hurt him almost as much as it did her because of the struggle she'd put up.
He remembered, particularly, how scratched up his back was, and how he almost had to miss three days of practice because he couldn't put on the protective pads.
Mindy, though, was something else.
She was all but worshipping him, and she was go good to look at as she did so. She had the soft natural beauty that was so rare in girls her age.
She was sexy, yet still a child, with the perfect thighs and pussy of the most experienced, exotic hooker.
Butch already knew that this was going to be just the first of many of their good times together.
He was so caught up in how good he felt that, like Mindy, he didn't hear the door open downstairs, and the feet on the stairs.
He also didn't hear the door to the bedroom swing open, and too late, he finally realized, as did Mindy, that they weren't alone anymore.
Little Shari had come home unexpectedly from riding, and was now standing, at the edge of the bedroom, watching with rapt attention, her older sister carefully wash off the dick of Butch!
"Mindy," Butch said, as he immediately reached for a blanket to cover himself, spilling as he did so the entire basin onto the floor.
"Oh!" Mindy said, not understanding what was going on until she turned around and saw her little sister standing, with her mouth open and her little hand rubbing up and down, through her school skirt, the area of her own pussy.
"I'm going to tell mama," Shari said, pointing to the two of them.
"I'm going to tell mama you were doing something with Butch's ... thing ... " Shari said.
"No you're not," Mindy said, standing up, still in her fantasy outfit.
"You're not going to say a word."
"Oh yes I am," Shari said, defiantly.
"Oh no you're not, either."
It was Butch, this time, who was laying down the rules. "C'mere. C'mere little girl. I wanta talk to you."
"No," Mindy said, putting her hands out.
"Aw, don't worry," Butch said. "It's all right. Just trust me on this. C'mere, little girl."
Slowly, Shari walked over to the boy, who let the blanket fall away from his newly swelling dick.
"Is this the thing you were talking about?" He put a fist around it and held it high in the air. Mindy and Shari both marveled at how, in front of their eyes, it grew to what looked to be a good nine inches.
It was like magic. Shari bit her lip and slowly shook her head yes up and down.
"Well, that's something that has to be our little secret. Do you want to touch it?"
"No," Mindy said. "That's not fair. You're mine, not hers."
That was all Shari had to hear.
"Yes, Butch," she said, swallowing hard, not being able to take her eyes off of it.
"I thought so," he said, beginning to stroke it up and down.
Mindy watched fascinated as Butch continued to play with himself.
"I want to touch it," Shari repeated.
"Then c'mere, like I said."
Shari walked over to him, one hand in her mouth, sucking on her own fingers, the other out, waiting to be taken by Butch.
Laughing once, he took the little fingers and guided them down gently, until they were wrapped around his dick.
"You like the way that feels, little girl?"
"Yes," she said softly, taking the fingers out of her mouth and wrapping them around his dick, so that together, her two hands met.
"Move it up and down, slowly," he instructed her, showing her what he wanted with his own hands.
"Like this?" Shari asked, stroking his cock as if she were an expert.
"Yeah," Butch said, huskily, "Just the fuck like that ... faster, baby ... oh, Jesus, faster and harder. "Like this?"
"Yeah ... Damn it ... yeah ... " Butch said, as his hips began to palpitate.
"I know," Shari cooed, as her young twelve year old hands seemed to have a mind of their own.
She kept her eyes glued on the tip of his cock until finally, with one last burst of speed, she had him coming all over her hands and his own stomach, shooting his jism straight up, and letting it fall.
It felt like warm syrup as it coated her little fingers.
Not stopping until the last lurching spasm of his cum was finished, she then removed her hands and held them up, like a prize, to show how much stuff she'd gotten on them.
"Lick it off, little girl," Butch said, and Shari began to do just that, smiling first at Butch, then wickedly at her sister, as she made a meal out of every drop of his hot cum.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Now what?" Mindy wondered. Surely Shari wasn't about to tell their mother anything.
After all, how would she then explain her sticky hands?
More than that, what was the look on Butch's face supposed to mean?
It was a funny sort of look, like a lot of heat piled up, and leaking out of his eyes.
He was up to something. Why, Mindy continued to wonder, did that thought excite her, rather than make her worried? She checked the clock next to her bed. A little after four.
There was still plenty of time for ... who knew what.
"Lie down," Butch said to little Shari, who obeyed as if she were a cocker spaniel.
"What are you going to do to her?" Mindy asked him, putting one hand to her mouth, afraid she already knew.
"Finish the job," Butch said, in a husky voice.
Turning to the girl, he instructed her what he wanted her to do next.
"Take your clothes off. Now. Fast, come on." To emphasize he meant what he said, he slapped her little firm bottom once.
This gave Mindy an idea.
If Shari was going to horn in on her territory, she was going to have to pay for it.
Slipping out of the room, while Butch watched in fascination as Shari innocently removed the last of her school outfit and cottony underwear she was not as yet into the filly lingerie that Mindy loved to feel against her own skin she went downstairs to the kitchen, looking for a certain item she hoped was there.
After thoroughly searching the cabinets and coming up empty, she went to the broom closet, and sure enough, it was there, as if waiting for her to come and take it back upstairs.
A brand-new, unopened package of clothesline.
She got back upstairs, just as Butch was about to lower his mouth onto Shari's pussy.
"Stop that," Mindy said, in a voice that made Butch obey.
"What's wrong," he said to her, looking up and noticing for the first time that Mindy was holding the clothesline in his hand.
He smiled.
"I think Shari has to be punished for spying on us. Don't you think?"
"Well," Butch said, "She's your sister. I am going to fuck her, there's no doubt about that. But if you want to exact a little revenge on her, who am I to stand in the way."
"No!" Shari squealed, seeing the rope and fearing that the worst was about to come.
"I won't let you," she screamed.
"I'm afraid you have no say in the matter," Mindy said between clenched teeth.
"Hold her down, Butch," she said, while she undid the coil of rope.
"NO," Shari screamed, but Butch was way too strong for her, and in a second he had her turned over on her stomach, and her hands folded behind her at the wrists.
Mindy lost no time, taking a length of the rope, she wound it firmly around one wrist, securing the end with a slip knot, something she'd picked up from the girl scouts a million years ago, and after making sure the knot was tied in such a way that any struggling against it would only make it tighter, she began to wind it around first one wrist, then the other, continuing to do so until each wrist had at least a half-dozen winds, and Shari's hands were firmly-secured.
"Mindy," Shari said, this time in a voice filled with pleading rather than anger.
"Don't do this to me ... not in front of Butch...."
It was no use. Mindy was getting off on her little sister's naked strugglings, and now, she was about to show off her sophistication with the rope for Butch.
She'd had this desire for a long time, to tie her little sister up and sexually explore her private parts.
Now, finally, thanks to the fact that Butch had done her the honor of fucking her, she was about to live yet another fantasy, and all in just one day.
So what if he wanted to fuck Shari.
After all, he was a fucking animal.
But if Shari was going to get some pleasure out of all of this, she was also going to pay. Mindy was going to make sure of that.
"Lift her legs. I'm going to hog-tie her," Mindy said, sitting on her knees between Mindy's legs.
"Sure thing," Butch said, taking Shari by the ankles and making her bend up, so that, continuing with the same single length of rope,' Mindy was able to wind six tight lengths around each one, and then secure them with a firm, tight cross hitch to the wrists, so that Shari was no completely helpless and fettered before the two of them.
"Turn her over," Mindy said, her voice milky with lust.
"I want to see her face."
Butch did as he was told, taking Shari by her shoulders and flipping her on the bed.
"Yes," Mindy said, smiling and staring into the eyes of her helpless sister.
"My," she continued, stroking Shari's face, "You're starting to get some real tits."
"Don't," Shari pleaded, but it was no use.
Butch sat back, naked and hard on the bed, watching fascinated and Mindy, never taking her eyes off Shari, began to feel and massage her little sister's tits.
Shari tried in vain to struggle, but she was tied too securely.
Soon, she knew she could do nothing but endure her sister's wrath.
"There, there, Shari, just relax. I'm not going to hurt you ... too much." Mindy rubbed Shari's tits all around, letting two fingers pinch the nipples, easily at first, then harder and harder, until the little girl cried out in pain.
"Aww ... did that hurt, little sister? I'm so sorry ... here, let me kiss it and make it better...."
"Noooo ... " Shari moaned, but it was too late. Her sister's mouth was clamped down on her little nipples, sucking them hard and forcefully, making them stand up and beg for more.
Shari glanced away at Butch, hoping maybe he would come to her rescue, but all he was doing was watching, and slowly stroking his huge dick with his hands.
Shari was frightened now, wondering if he was going to make her take that huge thing between her legs.
She had no idea it was that big. If he tried to put it into her, he would surely kill her, she feared.
None of them was quite prepared for what happened next.
After kissing her tits for awhile, Mindy began to leave a trail of tongue laps down the sides of Shari's stomach, tickling the girl, and in spite of being hitched up and rendered helpless, causing her to change her sounds from those of anguish to long, languid sighs.
"That's right, Shari," Mindy said, "Relax, and enjoy yourself. 'Cause this is going to feel sooo good...."
With that, she put her hands on her sister's still hairless cunny, and gently spread the lips apart. "Oh, Mindy, what are you ... Mindy, don't ... Mindy...."
Without stopping, only take a single pause to glance at Butch who now couldn't help but continue to jerk himself off hard in front of her eyes, she stuck her tongue out and shoved it into her sister's pussy as far as she could get it.
This made Shari cry out with pleasure, and to move her hips around in a way she couldn't believe, not only in front of her sister, but in front of Butch.
Her face turned crimson and she strained at her bonds to get free, but it was no use.
She was shackled and stripped, and getting worked over, but good, and the funny thing was there was nothing she could do to stop it.
She watched her sister's head moving lasciviously between her legs and then, as the intense pleasure continued to build up inside of her, she finally gave in to it, wholly, without reservation, and tried to spread her legs even further.
It was at this moment that Mindy took her tongue out from her sister's tight little virgin pussy and began to suck on her clit, so perky and stiff now, and that sent new waves of pleasure through little Shari.
"Oh, God, sis ... God, God, God ... " Shari cried, as she felt the most wonderful, warm and wet orgasm rush through her body and spill out through the crimson slit of her cunny.
Mindy lapped at it repeatedly, like a cat at a bowl of cream, making sure she got every drop.
"Okay," she said then, slapping her sister lustily on one thigh, "She's ready." Mindy moved away, wiping her wet mouth with the back of her hand, as Butch, still holding on to his now rock hard dick, got between Shari's legs.
"What are you ... what are you going to do to me ... " Shari asked, in a breathless, hushed voice. Butch didn't answer.
Instead, he lodged the tip of his wet dick between her pussy lips and with the same type of thrust he'd used on Mindy, his cherry-buster special, he threw his dick up, all the way, nearly splitting the poor girl in two!
"Oahhh ... please...."
Shari pleaded, but Butch knew from experience the best way to fuck a virgin was to keep fucking her, for the pain would almost always subside and turn into the most exquisite, once in a lifetime pleasure.
And so it did.
Butch kept up the fucking for almost a full fifteen minutes, until finally, with the clever help of Mindy, who came behind him and grasped his balls in her hands, came, in a burst of hot, spurting jets, planting his jism deep into the little girl's pussy.
The tears in Shari's eyes were tears of joy now, at having been put into bondage and losing her cherry, both at the same time.
She had to admit, although she had no idea why, that she loved being tied up, and hoped that boys would always do this to her.
After a few moments, when Butch pulled himself out of Shari, Mindy turned her sister over and, after kissing each of her ass-cheeks once with wet, licking kisses, began to undo the straps that had held her sister so firmly in place.
"There," Mindy said. "All free now. Did you Ike that, Shari?"
Shari smiled and shook her head yes.
Then, as if to show her appreciation, she put her arms around Mindy and gave her a long, lingering tongue kiss, sending her tongue deep into her sister's throat.
Butch smiled when he saw this, and wondered if sometime he wouldn't be able to add to their pleasures in another way.
After Shari broke from Mindy, she went over and gave Butch a kiss also, only this time, while her tongue was busy in the boy's mouth, she let her hand fall to his sem-hard cock, and she held it and stroked it for him until it was all hard again.
Then, breaking away from him, she looked deep into his eyes, searching for some type of sign from him that this was all right, and when she got it, she lowered her head, still on her knees, opened her lips and took the enormous tool between them.
She wanted to suck on it some more, like a baby to a bottle, to show him how much she'd loved being fucked by him, and how much she enjoyed cocksucking.
None of this passed by Mindy, who decided to get in on the fun.
She stroked the side of Butch's face and kissed him repeatedly, as Shari continued to suck him off.
Then, when she knew he was going to come, she let the fingers of one hand cross over his eyes, temporarily blinding him.
She held her hand like that while he came, gently but firmly, and watched in fascination as the boy seemed to shoot even harder than he did before.
She wondered if he, too, wouldn't like to come under the restraint of some good, tough rope. Perhaps another time.
Perhaps another time for it all, because as the clock showed, it was nearly five, and Mindy and Shari's mother was due horn any minute!
"I need to get cleaned up," Butch said. "I'll take a shower."
"No," Mindy said. "You can't do that. My mother'll be home soon and if she sees you with your hair wet, she'll know that something other than studying was going on here. You better get going."
"All right," Butch said, throwing his clothes on and trotting down the stairs.
"See you guys tomorrow," he said as he went out the door.
"What did he mean by that?" Shari said, as she gently stroked her own pussy, feeling the chafing burn she'd gotten from her first fucking.
"Who knows," Mindy said, smiling and turning to her sister.
"Did you like being tied up by me?" she asked, and Shari nodded her head yes.
This was a different Shari from the pain-in-the-ass little sister that had always given Mindy such a hard time.
Maybe, just maybe, Mindy thought, she'd found a way to control the little minx.
Maybe having her regularly tied and fucked was the way to make the girl come around.
"We'd better get dressed. Mom'll be home soon," Mindy said.
"Yes," Shari agreed, and they both put their after-school clothes on, carefully hanging up their class outfits.
A little later they were both downstairs, in the living room, sprawled on the rug with their school-books opened in front of them, and the TV on in the background, when they heard the familiar key in the door. Mama was home from work.
"Well, this is a surprise," Mrs. Williams said.
"I don't remember the last time I came home and didn't find you two fighting or arguing about something. What's the reason, may I ask?"
"Oh, no reason. We just have a lot of homework," Mindy said, glancing over at Shari and sharing the little inside joke.
Mrs. Williams made a huge dinner for the two girls, and then told them that she'd had a long day at her office, and was going to put the two girls to bed early.
She had a "guest" coming over later that night and didn't want the girls disturbing her.
Neither Mindy or Shari said anything.
She'd been through this routine before.
They knew when their mother said she had a "guest" coming over it meant some guy was going to spend the night in their mama's bedroom with her.
Ever since their dad had left and their parents had gotten divorced, it was always the same.
Of course, before this day, Shari never thought about what went on in the bedroom after the doors were closed.
But now, of course, she knew, full well, that her mother was probably getting the shit fucked out of her.
If only she could watch, Shari thought. What fun that would be, seeing her mother get fucked.
After dinner and after doing the dishes, the girls were permitted to watch one television show, and then were sent off to bed.
They took their evening baths, set their clothes out for the next day, and went in to their separate bedrooms.
It was a little after ten when Mindy heard her own door open.
She lifted herself on her bed and waited to see who it was.
"Mindy? Are you awake?"
"Who is it?"
"It's me, Shari."
"Shari. What do you want?"
"Can I come into bed with you?"
"Sure. Come on in."
Shari climbed up and got in to the big bed next to her sister. "So what is it," Mindy asked, putting her arm around Shari.
"I think I heard them go into mama's bedroom just now. I had my door opened just a little so I'd know when they did it."
Mindy smiled. The little vixen was real smart. "So?"
"So I was wondering if you were as curious as I was as to what's going on in there?"
"You mean, do I think they're fucking?"
Shari's eyes got misty with lust. "Yeah! Do you think he's getting into mama's pants?"
"If he isn't there's something wrong with him. With the both of them."
That made Shari laugh.
"Shhh," Mindy said. "Not so loud. They're liable to hear us. We wouldn't want that, would we."
"If only we could watch."
Mindy didn't say anything for a long time, then finally, asked her sister if that's what she really wanted to do.
"What do you mean? Is it really possible? Can you really...."
"Well, if you do everything I say, I might be able to get you into a position to see ... Tell me, Shari, did you like what we did to you today?"
Even in the darkness, Mindy could see Shari was blushing. The younger sister turned her head down and looked away.
"Come on. Tell me. You have to tell me. Did you like what we did today?"
"Yes," Shari said, sheepishly.
"Which part," Mindy asked, demanding to know everything.
"You know," Shari said. "All of it."
"You'll have to do better than that," Mindy said, "If you want me to help you watch mama fuck."
"I liked it when you tied me up. I really liked that. And of course getting fucked by the captain of the football team was just about the greatest thing I've ever ... and sucking on his big cock. I never dreamed that it would be so good. Mindy, I mean it, I could suck cock for the rest of my life!"
"That's all?"
"What else...."
"You know...."
"Oh. Yes. I loved it when you did me, Mindy. You really know how to suck pussy.":
"It's a lot of fun. Do you want to try it?"
Shari's eyes lit up. "Can I?"
Mindy smiled. It's the least I can do for my little sister.
With that, Mindy threw the blankets back and revealed her naked body to her sister. Shari's eyes drank in the creamy thighs of Mindy, marveling at how they were just a little more filled out than her own, hoping that one day she, too, would be as shapely.
She ran the fingers of one hand down the side of Mindy' s thighs, causing her sister to sigh audibly.
Then, without any further instruction, she stuck her tongue out and let it go to the peach slit.
She began with short, lapping strokes, working them deeper and harder each time, until, opening her sister's pussy with two fingers, she plunged her tongue up hard and deep, finding nothing to block it, getting it so far that her lips were glued to her sister's pussy.
She then began to suck hard, bringing her tongue almost but not quite back out, then shoving it in hard again, keeping up the action while Mindy twisted and moaned beneath her, kicking her legs back, then locking them around her sister's neck, humping and bouncing until, with a torrent of juices, she came into Shari's mouth.
Shari obediently lapped up every drop, eagerly swallowing Mindy's spend, and when she was finished she got up on her sister and kissed her sweetly on the lips.
"Was that good, Mindy? Was that what you wanted?"
"Oh, yes, Nanny, dear. That was just ... delicious."
"I'm glad," Shari squealed. "Now, are you going to help me watch mama get fucked?"
"I said I would, didn't I? I always keep my word. Let me get my robe."
Mindy went to her closet and slipped on her favorite blue robe, the one she'd worn when Butch had fucked her this afternoon. Taking her sister by the hand, she carefully opened the door to her bedroom, letting the soft night light from the hallway drip through.
"Now don't make a sound," she told her sister as they moved stealthily through the corridor, to the room adjacent to her mother's, the empty guest room.
"Where are we going?" Shari whispered. Mindy turned and put her, fingers to her lips, as if to say don't make any noise and don't ask any questions.
She carefully opened the guest room door, hoping that it wasn't somehow locked.
The door gave way and opened. Ever so slowly, Mindy pushed it back, so that the two of them could get in.
Equally as carefully, she closed the door back again, making sure that it was shut tight.
Next, she went to a dresser up against the wall and as carefully as was humanly possible, she slid it along the floor.
Slowly and with a minimum of action, making sure that she made absolutely no noise.
If they were discovered now, there would be no end to the trouble and punishments they'd discover.
Mindy had found, a long time ago, that there was a small hole, almost a foot from the floorboards, behind the bureau in the guestroom; a hole that led directly to her mother's bedroom. Shari didn't know about it, how could she, and even their mother had no idea that the little crack in her bedroom wall was a gateway to the guestroom, but quite accidentally, Mindy had one day come across it, and found, much to her delight, that it afforded the absolute perfect view of her mother's bed!
She often wondered if the hole, no more than a half-inch in diameter, had been put there deliberately.
For in the darkness of both rooms, it was impossible to detect, yet it made watching whatever went on the easiest thing in the world.
Once the furniture was out of the way, Mindy cautioned her sister once more to make not even the slightest sound.
Then, leaning to the hole, Mindy watched, staring in disbelief, as she saw the strange man hovering over her mother.
Mindy said nothing, and didn't move as she saw her mother's mouth open wide, while still on her back, and take the first of two inches of the man's cock.
He was holding it himself and it looked like he was jerking it off as Mrs. Williams, mama, made loud, sucking, smacking noises with her mouth. It was a real revelation to Mindy, to see her mother doing something like this!
She never thought of her mother in any sexual way, yet here she was on her back giving head to a big man with an absolutely enormous dick.
From Mindy's position, she could see that the dick was easily three to four inches larger than Butch's.
She wondered what it must feel like, what it must taste like.
She felt Shari's fingers tapping on her shoulder.
"Let me," Shari whispered.
"Shhh," Mindy said, again putting her fingers to her mouth, then pointing to the hole, reminding Shari that even the slightest sound would get them a heap of trouble.
Shari shook her head in understanding, and then, when Mindy felt she could trust her sister, let Shari have a peak on her own.
Shari looked through the hole and saw things she never even dreamed existed! She was glued!!
CHAPTER FIVE
Shari watched in pure astonishment as she saw her mother being put through her sexual paces.
Never, never in her wildest imagination or dreams could she ever conceive that her mother would be doing things like she saw her doing.
More than that, she never dreamed that some of these things could be done.
She was glued to the little peephole her sister had so graciously allowed her to discover.
It was worth having to suck her sister's pussy to be able to watch her mother fuck.
It was a delicious experience, even without this extra little fillip of a reward, but to be able to eat out her sister and then watch her mother getting worked over, well that was something that didn't happen every day.
Especially this day, the day she gave up her virginity.
Mrs. Williams was only thirty-eight years old. While that seemed like ancient history to her two teen-age children Shari was going to be thirteen next month to the men in he life she was still a pretty good piece of ass.
She'd been married to Harrison for five years, and during that time had been transformed from the prim, small town girl she'd always been, to, well, there was no other way to put it, a raving sex maniac.
Harrison was into strange practices, all right.
It began with the spanking.
He loved to make her put on her stockings and skirt, then bend her over his knee and give her a good, thorough spanking, making her ass all red, then, still in her clothes, fucking her.
During the second year of their marriage, Harrison started taking Mrs. Monroe to sex clubs, where all the men would put the names of their wives on little pieces of paper, toss them into a hat and pull out their partners for the night.
More than one time, Mrs. Monroe was forced to have sex with total strangers.
And on several occasions, she was the designated star of the evening.
Each night, one couple would be put into what they call the "spotlight," made to perform whatever acts the husbands demanded of their charges for the night.
While it was humiliating and debilitating, it nevertheless lit some sort of light within Mrs. Monroe' being, and when Harrison finally left he ran off with the wife of one of the club members she went through a period where she wanted to fuck every guy she saw.
And did.
Now, though, as the kids were getting older, she began to be more selective.
She felt a certain responsibilities toward the children, and toward her own pussy.
She didn't want to be so indiscriminate as to get sloppy, and have the whole town talking.
But still, she needed to be fucked, fucked often, and she was willing, if the guy was right and the dick was big enough, to do anything and everything the guy wanted.
Like this night.
The partner she'd chosen was a salesman traveling through the town on one of his monthly jaunts. He'd first met Mrs. Monroe in the office, about six months ago, and made no secret to her of the fact that he really wanted to fuck her.
The feeling was mutual, and that night she took him home, bathed him, blew him and fucked the shit out of him, sending home the next morning cleaned up and cleaned out.
Now, whenever Freddy passed through town, which was about every four or five weeks, she made sure that her calendar was clear.
Freddy was one of her favorite fuck partners. Part of the reason, they both knew, was that he was crazy when it came to sex.
In many ways, although Mrs. William hated to admit it, he was a lot like Harrison.
Now, Mrs. William, in her sheer black stockings and snug, hip and thigh fitting garter belt and high heels, was on her hands and knees, her face buried in her pillow, as Freddy worked on her ass.
He had one hand on either of her cheeks and spread her apart, so her secret clove was exposed to him.
No matter how many times she'd been seen naked, no matter how much she'd given herself to men, she still felt a chill of embarrassment whenever a man made her show her ass-hole.
It was something that must have gone far back into her past, but it still made her blush and hide her face.
Freddy, on the other hand, was a true ass man.
After drinking in the glorious sight of the white, wide, and still beautiful ass, he lowered his face and began to kiss it, letting his tongue lick all along the crack, up and down, until he came squarely to the little hole.
He stuck his tongue out and began to dab at the hole.
He felt the shudder run through Mrs. William, as the half-tickling, half-irritating ass-tonguing began to wind her up.
"Oohh ... that's so good, baby," Mrs William murmured, as Shari, with her face glued to the hole, simply couldn't believe all she was seeing.
Her mother was giving her ass to this stranger, and cooing with delight as it was being eaten out.
And it looked like something she might want to try herself.
"Let me see," Mindy whispered to Shari, hoping her sister wasn't going to hog the whole hole.
"Wait," Shari said. "I want to see what else he does. Just another couple of minutes, okay, sis?"
"All right, but not too much longer," Mindy said, getting impatient.
Maybe to let her sister know she wanted to get a look too, or maybe just because she was still heated up from the eating out Shari had given her, she let one hand slide along the back of Shari's thigh as the younger sister continued to watch through the peephole.
For one second, Shari took her eye away from the hole, and then, without saying anything, kissed her sister full on the lips.
Sally was surprised, and delighted at the sweetness that she tasted, an echo of her own pussy being put back in her mouth.
She let her hand creep up her sister's thigh, and then, coming around from behind, she snaked her hand up between Shari's legs and took firm possession of her sister's tight cunny!
Shari smiled and put her eye back on the peephole.
Mrs. William was now flattened out on the bed, as opposed to before when she was on her haunches.
Shari could see from where she was watching that a small trickle of dribble was coming out of her mother's mouth, which seemed to show how far into it she was.
Freddy was still humped over her mother, and his mouth was still glued to her ass-hole, reaming out with his tongue for all he was worth.
But now, he'd gone a step further.
He slithered one of his hands underneath now, and after opening her pussy, he proceeded to work it up to a juicy froth.
He did it by first inserting one finger, churning it around until he felt her good and worked up, then added a second finger, working that up also, and then a third, so that he had her in a three fingered-grip, all the while eating out her delicious ass-hole.
Now, though, Freddy was adding a fourth finger, causing Mrs. William to let out a stifled cry of a pleasure/pain combination that sent a shiver through Shari.
How could somebody take all that inside a pussy? She had no idea, she was fascinated and frightened at the same time, and she couldn't take her eyes away form the peephole.
Now, Freddy was able to get in his thumb inside Mrs. William's pussy, so that he had effectively put his whole fist in her.
He was fist-fucking her cunt, and she knew it, bucking and kicking and screaming and biting the pillow, amazed at how good such a punishing act could feel.
It was only after she came, coating his hand with her pussy juice, that he finally let it come out.
Lifting his mouth off her ass, he held her down firmly and made her lick his fingers clean, so that she was feeding on her own come.
"That's right," he said softly, as she licked at his hand hungrily. "Get every drop."
"It's soo good," Mrs. William cooed, her face red and sweaty from her ordeal, and obviously grateful for what was being done to her.
Shari finally took her eyes away. She couldn't believe it.
"What's going on?" Mindy whispered, impatient to get a look for herself.
"You're not going to believe it," Shari said. "Try me, huh?"
"Well, this man ... he's very big, and he managed to put his whole hand up mama's pussy while he was ... doing things to her from behind."
"No," Mindy said, smiling mischievously as she tried to imagine what that must have looked like, and what that must have felt like.
"Yes," Shari said, shaking her head up and down excitedly.
"Let me see for a little while," Mindy said, taking her own hand, which had been comfortably resting on the hairless pussy of her little sister, and gently moving her over.
Shari was reluctant to give up her peephole position, but fair was fair.
And anyway, she was on fire now and wasn't sure how much more of this she'd actually be able to take.
She slid away, and resting against the wall, allowed Mindy to get a look.
Taking a deep breath, not knowing what to expect, Mindy positioned herself on her knees, with her legs spread wide apart, so she could look into the hole and watch her mother being fucked.
Things had reversed themselves.
Now it was Freddy who was on the bottom, this time on his back, looking up to Mrs. William, who had her hands firmly planted on top of his, holding him down by the wrists while she worked on his dick, which was tightly buried in her fist-fucked pussy.
From where Mindy was watching, she could see her mother's lovely ass moving up and down and back and forwards at the same time, taking as much of the stranger's cock as she could, all the way up so that the hairs of her pussy were kissing the hairs of his balls, then raising up so that only his head was still inside of her, then back down again.
And she was talking to him, egging him on, trying for all she was worth to make him come.
"You like it?" she asked him, in a soft, purring tone that Mindy had never heard her use before.
It was electrifying, seeing her mother give pussy to a man, to see how mama was so turned on by sex.
She never would have thought it possible that the same woman who made them breakfast in the morning and made sure they went to church on Sundays was the one who was doing so much lewd fucking now.
It was a surprise and a relief.
After all, if it was okay for her mother to do it, it must be okay if they did it too.
Somehow, she knew this was all going to benefit Butch, at school.
And others.
Now, though, she concentrated on her mother, listening as she heard mama speak.
"Tell, me, baby. Tell me you like it ... " Mrs. William cooed.
"I like it," Freddy answered, smiling up to her as he did so.
"Tell me you love it," Mrs. William said.
"Shit ... I love it ... Jesus I love it, babe," Freddy responded.
"What am I doing to you, Freddy?" Mrs. William asked the man.
"Fucking me ... you're fucking the shit out of me," Freddy said, and with that, Mrs. William redoubled her efforts, milking and fucking and twisting and squeezing his big dick up inside of her pussy, until finally, with a series of moves that truly impressed Mindy, she lowered her mouth and, still holding on to Freddy' wrists, put her own mouth on his, kissing him and taking all his breath until she felt him starting to come.
It was then she suddenly, without warning, lifted herself off of Freddy, causing the man to cry out in a strange gargle of frustration.
He'd wanted to come in her, inside of her, shooting his jism up her pussy.
But Mrs. William had other things in mind. She quickly went down, putting her face where his dick was and, grabbing hold of it with her hand, began to move it quickly up and down, jerking him off, staring, with her mouth parted and her tongue sticking out, until, within a matter of moment, Freddy was coming, creaming in Mrs. William's hands, shooting jet after jet of hot, creamy white come.
What happened next was truly amazing, Mindy thought.
Her mother's hands were filled with Freddy' come, and she held them up to show him.
Then, she leaned over the man and made him open his mouth.
"Come on, Freddy. Open up. Come on, baby," Mindy heard her mother coo, and when the man finally, reluctantly did as he was told, Mrs. William forced him to lick her fingers clean.
One after another she put her fingers into his mouth, and one after another Freddy licked and sucked them clean.
Now, when he was finally finished, after Mrs. William had scooped up the last of the spilled juice from the man's stomach, she still hadn't had enough.
She moved herself up on Freddy, until each of her knees was on either side of his head.
Moving one hand down to her own pussy, she opened it up and taking the other hand and putting it on his head, she demanded that he suck her dry.
"Come on, Freddy. You know how you love to suck. Come on boy, show me...."
With that, Freddy felt the warm thighs closing in on either side of his face as Mrs. Monroe moved her hips gently back and forth.
"Oh yeah ... oh, Jesus, Freddy, your ... your tongue ... It's so ... so ... so good ... aaah, yeah ... ah, Freddy...."
Mindy watched her mother holding Freddy' face firmly on her pussy, and she could hear the loud, smacking noises coming from his mouth.
In another couple of seconds, Mindy could see clearly, her mother was coming, holding Freddy in place while she creamed all over his face.
She almost looked angry, Mindy noticed, as she made sure he got every drop of her.
Then, when she was fully satisfied, she rolled off the man and let herself fall onto her back.
Mindy took her eyes away, in disbelief.
"What happened." Shari wanted to know.
Mindy quickly explained what she saw, then told Shari they better get back to their room.
They each took one side of the dresser and carefully and quietly put it back over the peephole.
Then, without making a sound, they left the room, tiptoed down the hallway and got back into each of their bedrooms.
And just in time.
It seems that Mrs. William had decided, for reasons that Mindy couldn't figure, to check up on the kids, to make sure they were all right.
So, as Mindy lay with her eyes shut tight, she heard her front door open, heard her mother walk over to her, felt her mother's hand pat her on the head, then listened as her mother left the room.
Mindy knew that the same thing would be happening in Shari's room.
She wondered if somehow maybe her mother had heard something, and was coming to see if the kids had been privy to the most lascivious of fuckings she'd had in a very long time.
Mindy and Shari both fell right off, each having the most delightful of nocturnal dreams.
The next morning, they were all up at the same time, a little after six thirty.
Mrs. William was already in the kitchen, making them all a big breakfast.
Mindy came down before Shari, and noticed that her mother was in a particularly good mood.
She made no outside sign, but inside she was laughing.
She knew why her mother was feeling so chipper.
How could she feel anything else after having been fucked, sucked, and fisted the night before.
Mindy also figured that Freddy had left sometime during the night.
Never, in all the years that Mindy had been aware of her mother's penchant for fucking, had there ever been a man there the next morning.
In some ways, she wished that one of them would stay.
It was something so obviously missing from
Mindy's life, having a father.
Even if it was a surrogate with a big dick.
Shari came down from the upstairs, obviously still very tired, and, unknown to the others, sore between her legs.
She could still feel the remnants of Butch's big cock that had so successfully fucked her yesterday and reamed her into adulthood.
"Well, we're all up early this morning," Mrs. William said.
"Yeah," Shari mumbled, taking her place at the table.
"I'm making all of us a very big breakfast today. We're going to need a lot of energy."
"What for?" Mindy asked, wishing her mother would say because they'd all done so much fucking the night before.
"Well, because it's going to be a busy day in school for you too, and I've got some ... very important affairs to attend to at the office."
"I'll bet," Shari said.
"What was that, young lady?" Mrs. William asked, startled at the tone in her daughter's voice.
"Nothing. I just said I'll bet. This is your busy time of year, isn't it, mama?"
"Yes it is," Mrs. William said, scooping the pancakes off the griddle and stacking them evenly on the three plates.
She wondered if her daughter maybe knew something more than she was letting on.
It was the first time she ever really seriously considered if her daughter's were pretending to know less than they did.
There was that noise she'd heard last night, after Freddy had come.
It sounded like, well, like furniture being scraped across a floor.
That was why she had decided to check on the children.
Not that she thought they were up and maybe spying on her, but to make sure they were all right.
But now, something else occurred to her.
Maybe the kids had made that noise, trying to hide, and maybe, God forbid, they'd seen her with Freddy.
No, she told herself.
It wasn't possible. It couldn't be.
"Come on, children. Eat your breakfast."
Afterwards, as the children got dressed, Mrs. William still couldn't get it out of her mind.
What if the children had seen her.
Worse, what if they had seen Freddy doing things to her that they wouldn't quite understand.
She'd have to be more careful. Much more careful.
She knew the kids were curious, and she didn't want them growing up too soon. If she only knew, Mindy thought to herself.
If she could only say to us what a great night she had last night.
How great that would really be!
After getting dressed, the girls kissed their mother good-bye, wished her a happy day, and ran off to catch the school bus.
This was Friday, the last day before the weekend, and usually the kids were in a great mood.
So it was, when the bus pulled up and the girls got in.
Everyone seemed in a great mood.
Some of the kids were singing, others were reading comic books, and in the back, sitting next to Sandy, was Butch, smiling and looking as though he was the happiest guy in the world.
Mindy stopped short when she saw Sandy.
The girl, the same age as she was, fifteen, had made an awfully fast recovery.
Now, she was sitting next to Butch, with one hand on his right leg.
Shari also saw him, and gave her sister a quick jab with her elbow.
"I know," Mindy said. "I have eyes, what do you think. Come on. Let's take some seats."
"Yes," Shari said. "In the back."
Mindy followed her sister to the back of the bus, to the two seats on the other side of the aisle, opposite Butch and Sandy.
"Hello, Butch," Shari said, exaggerating her words, and smiling widely, making sure that Sandy could see her.
"Yeah, uh, hi, girls," Butch said, stuttering a little bit, trying to look cool.
Sandy was aware immediately that the girls sitting on the other side of the aisle were paying entirely too much attention to her boyfriend, and she didn't like it.
She turned to Butch, who just stared ahead, not making any type of indication at all.
Mindy didn't feel sorry for him, or anything even remotely like that.
If he was stupid enough to go with Sandy, well than he had to put up with her nonsense.
How she wished she could tell Mindy that she'd been fucked by her boyfriend just the day before, and that she'd given not only herself, but her little sister's cherry to him.
She laughed out loud, and so did Shari, who knew just what her sister must be thinking, and the cackling chuckles of the two girls only made Sandy even angrier.
"Can we change our seats," Sandy asked Butch, who got up and looked down the bus.
"I don't think there are any left anywhere. We'll be at school soon enough."
"Not too soon as far as I'm concerned," Sandy said, shooting a hard glance at Mindy.
Mindy said nothing, but watched as Sandy's skirt began to creep up over her knees.
She couldn't believe Butch.
He must have been a machine, the way he was always ready to sniff a little quim.
He snuck his hand up under Sandy's skirt and Sandy's mood changed rather quickly.
Mindy was cool.
She knew that Butch was doing what he was doing for no other reason that to shut Sandy up and to give Mindy a little fun.
After all, Sandy was still his girlfriend, but Mindy was obviously the one he was really interested in.
So Mindy watched as Butch's hand came to rest inside the panties of Sandy, sending a deep blush to her cheeks. She kept her face looking straight forward as she felt his hands working on her.
Butch had three fingers buried inside her pussy, and in spite of all she was trying, in keeping her feelings to herself, Sandy soon went slack, and let her legs go far apart, so that her skirt was now well upon her thighs, and it was obviously that she was taking a thorough friggin by Butch.
He continued to work at her, churning her pussy, making her bubble and gurgle.
Then, when she grabbed hold of his arm with both of hers and buried her face in his bicep so she could make noises that wouldn't be heard or noticed by anybody on the bus, she quivered all over with a most delicious orgasm.
When Butch pulled his hand out of her panties, he leaned back and smiled, putting his fingers under his nose and taking a big whiff.
Sandy shot a triumphant glance over to Mindy, as if to say fuck you, and Butch's going to fuck me.
Mindy smiled back, not at all worried.
She had plans for Butch. And Sandy too. And all of them together.
CHAPTER SIX
Fridays were usually lighter days than the rest of the week.
Partly because everyone's heads were already into the weekend.
The football team took an extra period of practice before their Saturday game, which meant that the last two periods were generally lighter.
Also, the final study period of the week was optional, so that any student that wished to could take the last hour of the day and go to study hall.
The instructor for the day usually left after the regularly scheduled periods, and a student volunteer was put in charge.
Since no one ever went to study hall voluntarily, this was seen as a way of giving a bored student something to do.
Which was why Sandy was manning the hall this Friday.
Ordinarily she'd be at football practice, cheering on Butch, but the team had lost so badly the previous week that the coach had decided to close off the practice.
Sandy was always bored anyway in school, wishing instead that she could be sucking Butch's cock-or taking it in her pussy, so she figured it might be a good time to go to study hall, be alone, and maybe catch up on some weekend homework.
Mindy and Shari were also planning on going to study hall, but not to do any studying.
They had a lot to talk over about the night before, and they really hadn't had a chance to be alone since the night before.
So they figured that since no one would be there anyway, study hall would be the perfect place to talk.
It was fate, Mindy decided, when she opened the hall door and saw Sandy by the desk, and absolutely no one else.
Fate had put Butch's soon-to-be, Mindy hoped, ex-girlfriend at her feet.
She closed the door quickly and asked Shari if she had any rope in her locker room.
"Now why would I have rope there?" Shari asked, frowning.
"I don't know. No reason, I guess. I was just hoping."
"Well," Shari said, smiling, "I don't have any, but I sure know where there is some."
Mindy's face lit up. "You do? Where?"
"From the Drama room, silly."
Of course. Mindy had forgotten that the school had an ample prop room for all the dumb productions they liked to put on.
"Do you think you could get some."
"What for?" Shari asked, quizzically. "Look, don't ask so many questions. Do as I tell you and I guarantee you won't be sorry. Sandy's in there," Mindy said, nodding her head in the direction of study hall.
"Oohhh," Shari said slowly.
"I get it. But don't you think it's kind of dangerous in there?"
"In the study hall on a Friday afternoon? It's the safest place in the city. Go ahead, see what you can do. I'll meet you inside."
"Okay," Shari said cheerfully, dashing off on her new mission.
Mindy strode into the study hall, taking a table near the front, where she could keep an eye on
Sandy.
When Sandy saw Mindy, she huffed once, and went back to reading her book.
Mindy watched her, watched the thick black hair that cascaded down her neck, almost to her tits, watched her as she kept one hand on her face and pretended to be absorbed in Algebra.
Mindy knew that she was faking. Nobody was ever absorbed in Algebra.
A couple of minutes later Shari came into Study Hall, a hunk of rope under her arm.
Sandy looked up quickly, then shot a glance to the ceiling, as if to say, can you believe this, I've got the both of them now.
Shari sat down next to Mindy. After a few minutes, Mindy got up and went to the desk, ostensibly to ask Sandy a question.
"What?" Sandy said, annoyed at not being able to make out what Mindy was saying.
Mindy pretended she was trying to figure something out from the Algebra book and came around the desk to the other side.
Once there, she managed to knock off the book, sending it to the floor.
"You're so fucking clumsy," Sandy said, as she stooped down to get the book.
It was then that Mindy made her move. While Sandy was bending over, Mindy pushed her hard with her hands, sending her sprawling to the floor.
"Hey," Sandy said. "Are you out of your mind?"
Before she could say anything else, Sandy felt Mindy's hands on her mouth.
"Quick," Mindy said, and in a flash, Sandy was off her chair and over, with the hunk of rope.
"Get her hands." Mindy instructed.
In a matter of seconds, Shari had their victim trussed, with her hands tightly behind her.
Mindy went to work also, taking a handkerchief that she happened to have with her, and stuffing it tightly into Sandy's mouth, so the girl was effectively gagged.
To make sure she stayed that way, Mindy took a roll of tape from the top drawer of the study hall desk, and put three broad strips of white masking tape across the girl's mouth.
Sandy didn't know what was going on, why these girl's were tying her and gagging her.
She was scared, and tried to kick herself free, but Mindy soon pushed her on the ground and got on top of her, her legs on either side of the girl's head, pressing her shoulders down, making it extremely uncomfortable for the girl, as her hands were behind her and being squashed.
"Listen, you little bitch. I want you to be perfectly still, you understand? Shari and I are going to have some fun with you, and if you do as I tell you, exactly as I tell you, then nothing bad will happen to you. But if you so much as make any kind of move to get away, or anything like that, we'll spank you so hard you won't be able to sit for a month, do you understand?"
Sandy shook her head slowly, up and down.
The message was finally sinking in.
They were going to cunt her, and there wasn't a thing she could do to prevent it.
Slowly and carefully, so as not to hurt the girl, Mindy and Shari helped Sandy to her feet.
They looked at the girl standing with her hands tied behind her back and the gag trussed to her face.
Mindy made Sandy sit on the chair, the long rope dangling to the floor behind her.
"Do it," Mindy said to Shari, who quickly picked up the slack of the rope and began to hitch Sandy's feet to the bottoms of the stool, after which she brought the remaining rope back behind, tying it to her hands, so that Sandy could hardly move.
Mindy surveyed the situation.
Sandy's legs were spread enough apart that there would be no problem with what Mindy had in mind.
Getting in front of the girl, she put her face up close, and began to slowly stroke Sandy's hair. "Yes," Mindy, murmured, "So pretty. Loves to fuck, don't you, Sandy."
Sandy didn't say anything.
"I suggest you answer me when I talk to you," Mindy said, sternly, waving a finger in Sandy's face.
"Now, as I was saying, you love to fuck, don't you?"
Sandy shook her head up and down.
"That's right. And you love to have your pussy felt, don't you?"
Sandy waited a couple of seconds, helpless as to what she might be able to do.
When she knew she had not other choice, she slowly shook her head up and down, then stared woefully at the floor.
"Shari, go to the door and make sure no one comes. If someone does, let me know."
Sandy knew she was in for it now.
She watched, wordlessly, helplessly, as Mindy slid the green school skirt up her thighs, revealing her bare, creamy legs, strung and trussed helplessly to the stool.
"Nice," Mindy cooed, running her hands up and down the insides of Sandy's thighs.
"I really like you like this so much better," she said. Then, keeping her eyes on Sandy, she reached up and hooked her thumbs under Sandy's panties, and dragged them down, just below her knees, as far as she could get them without actually ripping them off the girl.
"There," Mindy said. "That's better. Now, Sandy, I'm going to feel your cunt. Do you want me to feel it? Would you like that?"
Sandy stared ahead, and realizing it was hopeless to struggle, just shook her head yes.
"I knew it," Mindy said. With that, she put one hand around Sandy's waist, and her other squarely on the girl's thick bush.
"Just relax, darling, I'm not going to hurt you. I promise."
Not saying another word, and not moving her eyes off Sandy, she boldly shoved two fingers deep into Sandy's pussy, and watched the girl's face as it turned first a crimson shade of red, surrounding a genuine wince, which, as Mindy expertly massaged and masturbated her, turned slowly into a canvas of pleasure.
"You like it?" Mindy asked, and this time, without hesitation, Sandy shook her head, quickly, up and down.
"I know," Mindy murmured. Leaving her two fingers in place, she got down on her knees, so that her head was level with Sandy's pussy, and as she began to kiss the insides of the girl's thighs, she could hear the soft, muffled moans of pleasure that were coming through the girl's gags.
Slowly, ever so slowly and tantalizingly, Mindy worked up Sandy's thighs, until, taking a deep breath, she could smell the musky scent of the girl's pussy.
She took another whiff, and then, sticking her tongue out, took a long lick, from the very tip where the clit was now popped out of it's hood, down to the bottom, to just below the ass-hole, all the while using her fingers to churn the girl into a frenzy.
Sandy was bucking now on the stool, straining at her bonds, unable to resist the cunting she was being forced to take.
Now, Mindy glued her mouth to Sandy's pussy, and, as if she'd been doing this all her life, thrust her tongue all the way up, letting the hot pink walls squeeze it, as she pulled her fingers out and used them to spread the girl's thighs as wide apart as she could get them.
"Ummph ... mmmph ... " Sandy gargled under her gag-
She was going crazy, loving the expert tonguing she was receiving at the expert hands of her rival.
"Just let yourself go," Mindy said, between licks, her face and hands filled with Sandy's cream.
"I want you to let yourself go and come. I want to watch you come," she said, as she increased the movements of her mouth.
In another minute, Sandy began the telltale squirming, and Mindy knew she had her.
She watched, in triumph as Sandy came through the muffled cries.
"That's right, baby ... that's right," Sandy said, as she took her mouth off the woman's pussy and now shoved three fingers all the way in.
She wanted to feel the palpitations from the inside, as Sandy spent on her.
When she was all through, she stood up and looked at Sandy, whose head was hung over.
She gently reached behind her and lifted her by the hair, so that Sandy was forced to look into her eyes.
"Did you like that, darling?"
Sandy shook her head, wearing and drained after being forced to come like that.
"Good. Because you're going to have to do it all over again."
With that, Mindy let the girl's head go limp and went over to Shari, who'd been watching the door.
"She's all yours," Mindy said, tapping her little sister on the ass and sending her over to Sandy.
When the captive girl saw it was the little freshman, she really got upset.
It was one thing to be cunted by a fellow student, but quite another to be taken by a real baby like Shari.
But she was helpless, and there was nothing she was going to be able to do about it.
Shari licked her lips in anticipation.
At once she shoved her fingers into Sandy's cunt, spreading the lips open, holding them a full three inches apart, and staring deep into Sandy's cunt.
"So beautiful," Shari said, before licking her lips and diving into it.
She glued her mouth to the pussy, licking all the spend that was left over from when her sister had sucked Sandy off, and once that was gone, starting in on the girl all over, so that, inexorably, with no more resistance left, Sandy once again began to buck and kick and twist in her seat, until, in wave after wave of pure, glorious, joy, she came in little Shari's mouth.
When Shari was finished, she went over to her sister and told her that it was over.
"Good," Mindy said. "Now you watch the door for just a little while longer."
Mindy went over to Sandy and began undoing the ropes, warning Sandy that if she told on them, the two girls would deny the whole thing, and the scandal would hurt them all.
"Just pretend that it never happened," Mindy said, smiling, "And you might get lucky. We might decide to cunt you again."
Mindy expected Sandy to really be pissed when she let her go, but she wasn't.
Much to Mindy's surprise, when Sandy was free, and the gag removed, she stood next to the stool, rubbing her wrists with her hands and, without saying a word, suddenly put her arms around Mindy's waist.
"Mindy ... that was ... that was so ... " Unable to complete whatever it was she was going to say, Sandy instead put her mouth on Mindy's, and with a deep kiss of intense affection, forced her tongue inside, between Mindy's lips.
Mindy was surprised.
She was ready for almost anything, but not this.
And especially not when she felt Sandy's hungry fingers climbing up under her skirt.
She made no move to stop the girl when she felt the fingers slip under her panties and take possession of her now pouting and pumping cunt.
"Relax," was all Sandy had to say, and by the simple act of spreading her legs a bit farther, Mindy gave herself over to Sandy, putting her head back and reveling in the masturbation she was getting.
Sandy worked her fingers expertly, slipping in and out of Mindy's hot, glistening cunt, then going up and twirling the hot, stiff clit, then going back to the pussy once more.
"Come on, baby," Sandy said. "I want you to come for me ... come on...."
Sandy urged, and in another minute, Mindy put her head on the girl's shoulder, and with a deep shudder and an audible sigh, spent nearly a quart.
"That's right," Sandy said softly as she felt the wetness come on to her hands.
"Spend on my fingers, darling. That's right."
Mindy almost broke into tears when she came. She was helpless, in the hands of Sandy, and loving it.
When Sandy took her hands away, they were covered with the lovely scent and texture of Mindy's thick juice.
"Lick them clean, baby," Sandy said, forcing each one of her fingers into Mindy's mouth, and making her suck them clean.
It was nearly three o'clock when the girls were all through playing with each other and satisfying their mutual lusts.
"I think we can catch a few minutes of End of football practice," Sandy said to her new friends.
"Even though it's closed, no one will mind if we go into the stands and watch the last couple of scrimmages. What do you say, Mindy?"
Mindy eagerly agreed.
So did Shari.
It wasn't that they were all becoming such great friends or anything like that.
It was just that they had a very heavy mutual interest on the field.
They had all been fucked in the last twenty-four hours by Butch, and they all wanted to see him move his little ass on the playing field.
The other playing field.
As they sat high in the stands and watched, Mindy couldn't help but make some kind of comment about Butch.
"I think he's so cute, Sandy. You're so lucky.
"Yeah," Sandy said. "He fucks like a horse. He never gets enough, you know. I was the first girl I think he ever fucked, and he for sure was the first guy I ever let into my pants."
"You're lucky," Mindy said, looking over to Shari quickly, and smiling, telling her little sister with her eyes that she better not say anything.
"You know what, after this afternoon, when we ... when we, well, you know, I bet it would be a real gas if the three of us ... well, if the four of us, I guess your sister should be included, got together with Butch.
I know he's too much for me, and always has a lot of stuff left over, but maybe if the three of us girls were to get him alone ... "
"You mean it," Mindy said excitedly. "You mean you'd actually be willing to...."
"Share Butch?" Sandy said it as if she were able to read Mindy's mind. "Of course. I mean, we've all shared each other's pussy, so why shouldn't we share each other's dick. Butch is sooo good, you know...."
"I bet," Mindy said, laughing softly.
"He'll do anything I want him to. And sometimes ... sometimes I let him spank me. I tell you, Mindy, you haven't lived until you've been spanked by Butch."
"Is that so?" Mindy asked, genuinely surprised at this last bit of information.
"See that? You never know these kinds of things, do you?"
"Well," Sandy said, giggling. "He is a football player. And you know how they are."
"Of course," Mindy said.
"Look, I'm having a little party tomorrow night at my house. My parents are going to be away, and, well, it's a very special night. Why don't you and your sister come on over."
She took Mindy's hand.
"I promise you it'll be a very special evening. For all of us."
"We'll be there," Mindy said.
Football practice ended, and all three girls watched Butch trot off the football field.
"Well, gotta go," Sandy said, dashing off to meet Butch.
"Now listen, Shari. When we get home, we'll tell mama that we've been invited to sleep over Sandy's house, and that we all have this very big test on Monday. Get it? Mama will be so happy that we want to study...."
"But Mindy, I don't have the same classes you do...."
"Yeah, well, you say that you have a different big test and that Sandy's going to tutor you in whatever it is you need help in. See? mama doesn't really care what the particulars are. She's only interested in us getting good grades. Besides. It's Saturday night. I bet mama has a few plans of her own, and would probably love to have the big old house to herself."
Shari grinned. "You think so? You think I can go along with you guys."
"Why Shari," Mindy said, putting her hands around her sister's neck.
"Of course. I wouldn't dream of leaving you behind."
Mindy knew that Shari didn't get her little pun. What she meant to say was that she didn't dream of leaving her behind unspanked.
There was going to be a party all right, a very special party. Just like Sandy said.
That night, when Mrs. Monroe came home, Mindy noticed that her mom looked particularly refreshed, and figured it had to do with the good fucking and sucking she'd gotten the night before.
Mindy was aware of how good sex was for the complexion.
In fact, all three of them looked very well this day.
While Mrs. Monroe made supper, Mindy spoke to her mama about the big test she was having on Monday, and asked permission if she could sleep over Sandy's house on Saturday.
"Well, I don't know," Mrs. Monroe said. "It sounds like a good idea, but, well, you know, Mindy, I would let you go under one condition."
"What's that, mama?"
"If you take your little sister with you."
Mindy wasn't sure she'd heard her mama correctly.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, If you took Shari with you ... then I could ... clean both your rooms and not have her sitting around complaining that she never gets to go anywhere with you. What do you say? Want to your mama a favor this time?"
"Gee, mama, this is so sudden...."
Mindy could hardly contain herself. Pretending to pout a little and complain, she finally, begrudgingly gave in.
"But only this once," Mindy said, dying to be able to ask her mother who the lucky guy was who was going to come over and fuck the shit out of her.
The next day seemed to creep by in slow motion. All Mindy and Shari could do was think about what was going to happen later that night.
They were both quite animated about it.
So much so that neither of them minded very much doing any of the chores around the house they had to do.
There was shopping, cleaning, dishes, and vacuuming.
Whoever was coming over, Mindy figured, was somebody special, 'cause mama never made these many preparation.
Of course, mama was never alone that much either.
Finally, as the sun went down, it was time to go to the party.
Mrs. Monroe made them promise to behave themselves, which Mindy and Shari solemnly said they would do.
Then, after kissing the two girls on the forehead, and giving them enough carfare to take the early bus, she showed them to the door.
Outside, Shari and Mindy giggled to each other, and grabbed each other's hands, as t' ty quickly ran toward the bus.
It was going to be a special night they knew.
A night they would never forget.
Already, Mindy was damp in her panties, and Shari could hardly keep her stiff, ! dding nipples from scraping through the top of h. shirt.
"Excited?" Shari asked Mindy.
"Very," Mindy said. And in her mind's voice, she told Shari that her bottom was go g to be treated to something very, very special.
She knew just what to do to her sister ... just what to do to make her go crazy.
And that's what she wanted ... to see her sister go crazy....
To watch her pussy contract and expand. God!
She could hardly contain herself now, even as she thought about it. Yes ... So good....
This was going to be so good!
She was really going to have to change those panties before lunch!
CHAPTER SEVEN
It was a party all right. A surprise party. More than one.
First off, there were only four people invited.
Sandy had made sure that only Mindy and Shari were coming, besides Butch of course.
The second surprise was that Butch thought it was going to be a party just for the two of them.
He knew that Sandy's parents were going to be away for the weekend.
He'd known for weeks, and was looking forward to it.
So imagine the surprise when he rang the bell and Sandy opened it, and on one side of her was Mindy, and on the other was Shari.
Butch was stunned, to say the least.
His first impulse was to turn and run.
No sense walking into the lion's den. His second impulse was much smarter.
Given half a second, he figured that the girls had somehow gotten together, and were going to have him to share.
Otherwise, why would any of them waste an otherwise perfectly good Saturday night?
None of them was that stupid.
Sandy wasn't keeping any secrets from Butch, once he stepped inside.
She opened her robe to reveal her body, which was dressed up now in a garter belt, high heels, stockings, and a gold chain around her waist.
"Hello, Butch. It's so nice to see you," she said, smiling at him.
"Yeah," he said as he came through the door.
"These are a couple of friends of mine from school. You know them, don't you?"
Butch smiled now.
He wasn't sure Sandy knew all that had gone on, but it didn't seem to matter.
He cocked his head to one side and smiled.
"Sure. I know them. Are they here to party?"
"We sure are," Mindy said.
Without saying anything else, Mindy walked over to Butch, put he rhands on either side of his head and put her lips on his.
She kissed him like that, long and sweet, while Shari went for his pants.
She undid his belt, opened the top button and undid the zipper before he was fully aware of what was happening.
While this was going on, Sandy stood with her hands folded, watching, a smirk across her face.
She knew these two girls were horny, and she'd been at their mercy the day before.
Now she was going to enjoy watching them give it to Butch.
Mindy had his hard dick out in a minute. Looking into his eyes, she slipped her cool hand around it and held it tight.
"Follow me, boy," she said, as Shari picked up his pants and undershorts which she'd gotten him to step out of, and together they led him to the bedroom.
There was a large rocking chair on one side of the room, in which Sandy decided to sit to watch the action.
Mindy gently pushed Butch backwards onto the bed, and sat on top of him, so that her hips were locked around his.
He reached up to undo her robe, the same blue one she'd worn the other day, but she gently pushed his hands away.
"At your sides, boy," she said, and he did as he was told.
Just then Shari, who was becoming an expert with the rope, began to bind his wrists above his head to the bars of the brass bed.
"What are you doing," he asked, but his question went unanswered.
Mindy put her fingers on his lips to stop him from asking or saying anything else.
Next, after his hands were secured, his feet were spread apart and tied to each corner of the bottom of the bed.
Butch tried to get up and couldn't.
In fact, there was much of any type of movement he was able to do.
He was tied pretty tight.
He glanced over to Sandy, to see how she felt about all of this.
She was sitting rather demurely for a fifteen year old, with her stockinged legs crossed, one elbow on top of them, and a fist under her chin.
Part of her wanted to jump up and fuck him, but part of her wanted to watch the spectacle of what was going to happen to Butch.
After all, truth be told, he had been eager, and this was a pretty good way of having him punished, sitting back and watching as the two girls she'd chosen were now hovering over him.
Shari was the first to go into action. Now that her prey was captured, she got on her hands and knees and began to caress his hard dick, letting her fingers lightly slide up and down the shaft.
"Harder," Butch said, as he strained at his bonds, but Shari wasn't about to give him to full feel of her hand.
She enjoyed just teasing him this way, letting him feel her hand, but not hard enough to get him off.
"Like that?" Mindy asked, as she nestled up to him and gently stroked his face.
"Tell me boy. Do you like it?"
"Yes," he said, as his face contorted with the pain of frustration.
"Good. 'Cause we've only just begun." With that, she produced a blindfold from one of the pockets of her robe.
Slipping it over his eyes, in spite of the protests she heard coming out of his mouth, she made sure that he couldn't see a thing, then, looking over her shoulder at Sandy, whose own fingers were rapidly becoming lost between the sticky fur of her pussy, she smiled, and spread her legs so that she could lower herself onto his face.
"Lick it, boy. Lick my pussy like a good boy," Mindy said, grabbing him tightly by his hair and making him eat her, tied up and blindfolded.
Butch didn't have to be told twice what to do. Immediately, his tongue became busy in her pussy, licking it and slurping at it with loud, strong strokes.
As he did this, Mindy moved her hips back and forth so that his entire face was coated with his cum.
At the same time, Shari opened her mouth, and giving him no warning, started sucking on his cock, taking it in deep, strong strokes, licking it all over, while gently fondling his balls with her fingers, until he thought he was going to go out of his mind.
"Mmmmmfff," he said, into Mindy's pussy.
She lifted herself off him, noticing how sticky his face was from her juice.
"What did you say, boy."
"Jesus, I'm going to come...."
Suddenly, Shari stopped her sucking, and let go of his cock, sending him into a violent series of heaves.
"No ... no ... don't stop ... " he begged, but Mindy just kept her pussy off of him, and Shari let his cock dangle in the air until finally, after several seconds, he heaved a deep breath and seemed to calm down.
Then, when they were sure he was over almost coming, they began to work on him again, sucking on his dick and making him eat pussy blindfolded, until they could feel him about to come.
Shari's fingers on his balls served two purposes.
One thing they did was to work him up to a fever pitch, the other was to take notice of when they got so full they were going to shoot.
She knew just when to let go of them, and when she did so, Mindy would raise herself off his face, so that, time and time again they brought him to the brink, and then left him hanging, in the air, not quite able to come by himself.
"No ... no ... " he moaned, the tears working their way through the bottom of the blindfold. "I can't take it anymore ... " Butch said, the big football star reduced to a whimpering boy.
"Oh yes, you can too," Mindy said, gently moving off his face once more and sliding down so that Shari was able to hold Butch's cock and using her free hand, spread the lips of Mindy's pussy, helping the boy get in her.
"Aaahh ... " he said, as he felt the warm pussy surrounding his cock.
Immediately he started doing some heavy thrusting.
Even though he was still in restraint, there was some movement he was able to do.
Again, once Mindy felt he was going to come, she stopped her movements, reached down, and with one sure move, held his cock and slipped it out of her, causing him to yelp in pain.
To make sure he couldn't move in her hand, she held him very tight, at the base, until the near spasms passed.
"No more ... please," he begged, but it was no good.
As soon as it was safe, Mindy put him back inside of her and started all over again, until, finally, she noticed that his face was flushed a deep purple red.
She knew that she could only go so far with this game, that sooner or later it might hurt him too much, and they could all be in trouble.
Holding his dick in her hand, at the base so he couldn't move, Mindy looked over her shoulder and waved Sandy over.
Sandy, who'd been masturbating furiously at the sight of her boyfriend reduced and humiliated so lovingly and completely, immediately got off her chair and padded over to the bed.
"On his face," Mindy instructed, and Sandy wasted no time in doing just what the girl said. She lifted her knees and put them on either side of his head, only this time she did it so she was facing Mindy.
Lowering her delicious pussy onto Butch's mouth, she spread open the lips and guided his tongue into herself.
Mindy watched, as she put his dick back inside of herself, while the girl opposite her sat on Butch's blindfold and made him suck her pussy.
"Does it feel good, Sandy?" Mindy asked, and the girl shook her head yes.
Mindy and Shari, who was on the side of the bed still working on Butch's balls with her hands, continued their rhythmic chores, while Mindy looked into Sandy's eyes.
"Kiss me," she said suddenly and Sandy, who was almost in a trance from the job she was making Butch do on her pussy, leaned forward and parted her lips, accepting Mindy's tongue in her mouth, and Mindy's hands on her tits.
Mindy held her like that as Butch, finally, was allowed to come.
Mindy sighed into Sandy's mouth as she felt the hot pumping of jism travel far up into her womb. She increased the motion of her hips as Butch fucked her.
She wanted every drop she could get out of him, and would be content with nothing less.
At the same time, the action of his orgasm made her come with him, so that she bathed his cock with her pussy juices, while Sandy came over his face.
When Sandy finally got off his blindfold, there were tracks of pussy juice running all over his cheeks, down to his neck and on to the pillow around him.
"That was very good, Butch. Very, very good," Mindy said.
"Will you take my blindfold off now and untie me?" he asked in a little boys voice. "Not quite yet, Butch. Not quite yet," Mindy said.
"Suck his cock," Mindy said to Sandy. "We want to watch."
Sandy swallowed as Mindy got off Butch and took her sister by the hand, geting on either side of the boy.
Sandy got between his legs and was about to reach up and take his cock, when she was stopped by Shari.
Shari had another piece of rope with her that she produced.
Sandy made no motion to stop her as she realized now what the two girls were up to.
Shari quickly and efficiently tied Sandy's hands behind her back while Mindy started jerking Butch's cock.
In no seconds flat, the dick got all hard and ready, and holding it in her fist, Mindy pointed to it for Sandy.
Sandy, on her hands and knees still, bent over and opened her mouth to receive it.
She felt the smooth, hard, veiny skin go between her lips, and she could taste the remnants of his cum and Mindy's, and delicious mix of a salty and a sweet syrupy combination of ingredients.
She sucked in long, deep strokes, taking as much as she could, her lips coming down and kissing the top two fingers of Mindy's hand each time she went down, and letting out a long, juicy sucking sound on the way up.
She kept at this for some time, enjoying the long, slow sucking it would take before Butch would be ready to come again, but she was totally unprepared for what happened next.
Shari, without saying a word, got behind Sandy and gave her a mild slap on her ass, causing Sandy to immediately raise it, obediently.
"That's good," Shari said, before licking her lips at the delicious garter belt-framed sight before her.
She was determined now to make a banquet out of Sandy's pussy and ass-hole.
She began with probing strokes into the peach gash, and then, after giving it two or three dozen strokes, moved up just enough to start eating her ass-hole.
She could see the woman struggling to get free with her hands, as she was being worked into a frenzy.
She increased the strokes with her tongue, spreading open Sandy's ass and first inserting a finger into the girl's dripping ass-hole, while at the same time putting another finger in her pussy, so that she had her in that special grip where, when she pinched her fingers together, she could feel the thin membrane that was all that separated Sandy's pussy channel from the cave of her ass-hole.
Both Shari and Mindy could hear the sighs coming from the girl's mouth as they continued to work on her, Mindy making sure that she sucked as much cock as she could take in her mouth, Shari working on her from behind.
When the two girls were sure Butch and Sandy were going to come, they increased their actions, and sure enough, Butch began to shoot once more.
"Every drop," Mindy whispered, "Swallow every drop of it," she commanded.
Sandy closed her eyes and swallowed as much as she could, enjoying the feel of the hot jism running down her throat.
Some did manage to get out and shoot over the cock and when she was finished swallowing, without even having to be told, she began to lick, with long strokes, up and down the shaft, making sure it was thoroughly cleaned.
"Very good," Mindy said, signaling for Shari to release her.
Shari undid the bonds, and Sandy immediately turned around and gave her a hot kiss on her lips.
Mindy then gently nudged her away and, not being able to wait any longer, got back on Butch and began once more to fuck him.
"I need it," she whispered to the boy. "Come on, Butch, you can do it," she said, urging him on. sure enough, from somewhere within the deep reserve the strong young boy had, he could feel himself building up again.
"That's it, baby ... that's what I want," Mindy said, as she could feel Butch getting ready once more to come.
This time it was Sandy, not Shari, who got down and started working on his balls, but this time Sandy did it on her own terms, licking them with her hot tongue, and letting her tongue occasionally lap up against Mindy's ass.
Mindy was well aware of Sandy's actions, and when she felt Butch about to come once more, she grabbed behind her with her hands, and held Sandy's face down there so she could not help but see and feel her boyfriend coming in her own pussy.
Finally, Mindy got off of Butch, and without having to tell Sandy what to do, enjoyed the spectacle of watching the girl lick her boyfriend's dick clean.
"Untie him now," Mindy said, and immediately, Shari began to undo the ropes.
After he was free, Butch still lay there, collapsed, unable to move.
He'd been so thoroughly fucked, he thought he might never be able to recover.
Sensing this, Sandy came over to his face, kissed him once gently and told him that he'd earned himself a little rest.
"Why don't you watch this," she said to him, thinking maybe what was going to come next might provide some entertainment, and even go so far as to revive him.
She picked up the length of rope that had held her boyfriend down and turned around, to look at Shari.
Shari wondered what the girl was looking at, and shot a glance over to Mindy, as if to get her help.
Mindy only shrugged, as if she didn't know what was up.
"I want to tie you up," Sandy said.
"No," Shari replied, looking again to Mindy, this time for help.
"Don't be silly, Shari. If Sandy wants to tie you up, that's the least you can do. After all, she is letting you play with Butch, isn't she?"
"Yes, but...."
But it was no use.
Sandy was already wrapping the cords around Shari's wrists, pushing her down on the bed, next to Butch, and making her secure.
"Mindy, help me," Shari said.
"I'm afraid you'll have to submit," Mindy said, coming over and even offering to help Sandy in her actions.
In a matter of seconds, the two girls had the third one all tied up.
Then, when Sandy was satisfied with her work, she leaned over and kissed Shari on the mouth, then got off the bed and disappeared.
"What's going to happen?" Shari asked her sister.
"Why, I don't know. But don't worry. Sandy will take ... good care of you."
At that moment, Sandy returned with what looked like a twelve inch cucumber.
It looked like that because that's what it was.
Shari let out a soft scream when she saw it.
"No. You're not going to...."
She never finished her sentence.
Sandy had prepared well for this party. She'd gone out the night before to the grocery store and bought the largest cucumber she could find; in this case one that was a good twelve and a half inches long.
Not satisfied, she then put it in the freezer, where it stayed until now. So it was ice-cold and frozen hard, and Sandy had every intention of using it on the little girl.
No one said a word as Sandy, holding the cucumber up in one hand, gently spread the lips of Shari's pussy, now exposed by the wide stretch of her legs.
"This is going to be a little cold, so try to take it without too much struggling," Sandy said as she put the tip of the cucumber between the girl's well-spread pussy.
"AAAIII" Shari screamed as the incredible chill of the ice-cold cucumber shot up her pussy, reaching it seemed all the way to her stomach.
"No, don't ... please ... I'll be good ... I'll do any-thing ... I'll ... AAAAHHH NO, IT'S SOOO COOOLLLDDD ... " the girl cried, but it was no use.
There was nothing she could do to prevent the frozen cucumber from opening her pussy and going higher and higher.
Mindy watched, fascinated, as the green vegetable was put up inch by inch, further and further, stretching Shari's pussy, more than it had ever been stretched before.
Then, suddenly, the chilly freeze that had come over her began to subside, as the pain of being stretched was somehow offset by the numbing chill.
When Sandy was finished, she'd been able to shove a good ten inches into Shari's pussy.
Now, she leaned over and, seeing that the girl's clit was pulsing, and standing out a good inch, put her lips around it and began to suck on it.
"Ohhh . ... Ohhh, G.g.goooddddd ... " Shari said, spittle coming out of her mouth as she tossed her head from side to side.
She couldn't believe how good she was being made to feel.
Now, Sandy began to work the cucumber in and out slowly, sending waves of heat and waves of cold alternating inside of her womb, until Shari thought she was going to faint from the pleasure.
"Oh, please ... stop ... please ... " she moaned, but Sandy, with a look of defiant pleasure on her face, only stepped up the action.
She increased the pressure and now, as Shari was going to come, she put her face close to the girl, wanting to see every wince, every grimace, as Shari came, over and over and over again.
Finally, when Sandy removed the cucumber from Shari, it was dripping, from it's own melting freeze and from her cunt juices.
"Are you going to let me up now?" Shari asked, meekly, as she was trying to catch her breath.
"Not just yet."
It was Mindy, not Sandy, who answered the little girl's question.
"We're going to turn you over. There's something that I want to do to you, and now seems like the perfect time."
"No ... please, Mindy, don't," Shari said, but it was no use.
Her pleas fell on deaf ears as the two girls easily managed to turn the little one over, making sure her arms were once more secured and that her feet were well spread.
This time, before they tightened the ropes, Mindy put a pillow under her sister's stomach, so that her pussy was now exposed and spread, without either of the girl's, or Butch, who was sitting up now in a corner of the bed watching, fascinated, as the girl's worked on each other, having to do a single thing to her.
"Wh ... what are you going to do?" Shari asked, the fear in her voice making her words tremble.
"You'll find out soon enough, little lady," Mindy said.
"Right now I think you need to rest awhile. Sandy, is there anything in the other room to drink?"
"Of course. What a terrible host I've been. What would you like dear?"
"What about a big glass of wine? I'd like a full tumbler."
"Red or white."
"It doesn't matter."
"All right. Come with me."
Sandy led Mindy into the living room, where her parents kept the liquor.
She opened the cabinet and took out a bottle of wine.
"How's this?"
"Fine. It'll do perfectly. Do you have something to open it with."
"Sure."
Sandy got the opener, and when she popped the cork, she reached for a wine glass.
"No," Mindy said. "I want something much bigger than that."
Sandy smiled. Mindy was up to something. She wondered what, as she went to the kitchen for a milk tumbler.
Somehow she knew the girl was up to something, for sure, and it was going to involve her.
All of her.
She was blushing heavily as she carried out the request. What....
What, she wondered ... What did it all mean.
If only she could think with her head instead of her pussy ... If only....
She was trapped, now, and she knew it....
But she didn't mind.
Didn't mind?
She fucking loved it!
CHAPTER EIGHT
There was something about seeing her sister put into deep heat that flicked a switch somewhere deep in the recess of Mindy's sexuality.
Part of it may have been the remnants of some lesbian heritiage that had managed to filter through her family for generations.
Part of it may have come directly from her mother, Mrs. Monroe, who certainly had a healthy and uninhibited appetite for sexuality.
But whatever the reason, as Mindy gazed at her trussed up sister, on her stomach with a pillow under her ass elevating those lovely, soft and curved haunches, revealing in their spread the tightest, pretties, hairless pussy Mindy knew she would ever see, and the clean white ropes that were neatly coiled around the girls extremities, spreading her out like an offering to the Gods, it all served to raise her temperature by several degrees.
"She's lovely," Linda said, as she too stared at Shari, who was trying in vein to look over her shoulder at the other two.
Butch, now completely recovered from the overdose of fucking and sucking the three girls had put him through, gently put one hand on Shari's ass-cheek, and let it rest there.
The initial touch caused Shari to jump, and that made the others laugh.
Mindy went over to her sister.
"Now, Shari, don't be afraid. We're not going to hurt you." She paused, then continued. "Too much."
"What do you mean," Shari said, a pleading tone in her voice.
As if to answer, Mindy nodded to Butch, who needed to prompting to understand what was being told to him.
He lifted his hand and let it come down hard on Shari's ass. THWACK!
The sharp sound sent a jolt through the young girl, who jumped, as much as she could considering the trussing she was under.
At the same time, she let out an awful cry, sending a sharp tearing rent through the room.
"Again, please," Mindy commanded, and once more Butch's hand fell on the girl.
"More," Mindy urged, and Butch, needing no further urging, proceeded to give Shari a good, thorough spanking, until her ass was turned a fine, glowing red from the effects of his hand.
Mindy and Sandy hovered over the girl from behind, marveling at how well her skin had responded to the slaps.
Butch was letting his hand smooth and pet the girl's tender behind, until Mindy lifted it and gently brought it back to his own dick.
"Hold on to this for a while, boy," Mindy said, making Butch take his own dick in his hand. "Now move it up and down, slowly," she commanded.
He knew full well what she was making him do. She wanted to watch him jerking off.
Ordinarily, he would never allow a girl to watch such a private act, but Mindy was no ordinary girl.
She knew how to get to him, which buttons to push, and he felt helpess but to do anything else but exactly as she told him.
As Mindy enjoyed the spectacle of having the captain of the football team jerking himself off, and knew that she could get him to do anything she wanted, at any time. And so did Sandy.
Mindy looked over to Sandy, to share her triumph, and that was when she noticed the bottle of wine was still in her hand.
That gave Mindy the reminder of what she wanted to do with it.
Without saying a word, she took the bottle from Sandy, who watched, fascinated, as Mindy poured a full tumbler, then put the bottle down.
She put the glass to her lips, and holding the wine in her mouth, so much so that her cheeks rounded with the liquid, she leaned over and spread the tender red cheeks of her little sister, so that her most private of parts, her tender, hairless and pretty pink ass-hole, was stretched open for her inspection.
Shari moaned as she felt the hands spreading her open, and her face flushed when she realized she was being inspected by her sister and Sandy.
She tried to pull her ass closed, but it was no use.
She twitched it once and was answered with a smart slap from Mindy, right across both cheeks, causing a loud, echoing slap to go through the room, and a cry of pain and anguish to come from Shari's mouth.
Without saying a word, how could she with her mouth filled with wine, Mindy then opened her sister from behind once more, and leaning down, put her puckered lips directly on her sister's ass-hole.
Now, in this position, she began to force the wine out of her mouth, in a thin, tight spray, which found itself forced into Shari's tight ass-hole.
"No . ... please ... don't ... " Shari pleaded, as she felt the wine being forced up her ass.
However, her pleadings fell on deaf ears.
Mindy emptied her mouthful of wine up her sister, and when she was empty, refilled from another sip out of the tumbler.
She repeated the practice several times, being careful not to swallow any of the liquid.
However, the effect of the wine in Shari's ass was as if the little girl had indeed drunk all the wine.
She began to feel lightheaded, and the spanking she'd received suddenly began to hurt a lot less and tingle a lot more, as if someone had taken a feather and tickled her ass, tickled it until she thought she was going to go crazy.
Still, Mindy continued her mouth to ass enema, making her sister take as much of the wine as she could hold.
"No ... no more please ... " Shari begged, fearing she wouldn't be able to hold any more of the wine.
"You can take more than this," Mindy said, taking another mouthful and forcing her sister to accept it.
"I can't ... really ... I can't take anymore," Shari pleaded.
Mindy looked over at Sandy, who was on her hands and knees at the side of the bed, her head being held up by her hands, watching fascinated as Shari was being forced to take the wine up her ass, making her high and loose at the same time.
Mindy, though, still had more plans for her sister.
Stroking the cheeks of her red ass, she gently prodded the lips of her pussy open, something that caused Shari to sigh appreciatively, for one of the side effects of the wine mouth enema was to make her pussy tingle and long for the human touch.
Once she'd manage to spread the lips open wide, Mindy then took the wine bottle and gently shoved the neck into her sister.
"Oh, God ... Jesus ... that ... that feels so ... good. Shari cried, as she felt the cool, smooth nozzle of the bottle going deep inside of her.
Then, Mindy, with a sly look of delight on her face, tilted the bottle upward, so that the remainder of the wine, about half the bottle flowed into Shari's pussy.
"JESUS ... OH, JESUS ... " Shari cried as she felt herself filling up, from the top to the bottom.
"I CAN'T HOLD IT ... I CAN'T...."
"You'll hold it or I'll beat you to a pulp with my own two hands," Mindy said, trying to sound as firm as she could.
Meanwhile, Butch was just about to come from his own masturbating, when Mindy grabbed his wrist and made him stop.
"Don't come," she commanded, in a voice that told Butch she meant business.
"Please ... " he said, softly, needing to have some kind of release.
"Over here," she said, waving him behind her sister.
"Now get down there and suck it out of her ass. Do it!"
Butch was helpless to resist. He got down on his hands and knees, and put his mouth on Shari's ass-hole.
Then, taking a deep suck, he felt the wine, now all warmed and imbued with the special aroma of Shari's insides, start to trickle all over his face.
"And don't lose a drop, if you know what's good for you," Mindy said, positioning herself behind him and reaching through his legs to grab at his big, hard and fat cock..
She put her hands on it and began to move it back and forth, stroking it with sure, rhythmic moves, able to feel that he was just about to come for her.
She regulated her jerking of his dick so that while she could hold him on the brink, she could prevent him from getting off.
All of this had the desired effect of making him work harder on Shari, who was now wriggling her ass and moaning and sighing with the sounds of a girl in the throes of the greatest pleasure imaginable.
Never, in her wildest dreams, had she ever believed that she'd be experiencing anything as wonderful, as satisfying as this!
Her whole body seemed to be vibrating slowly, like a rumbling earthquake.
Her mind was awash in the sweet ecstasy of being high without having actually drunk anything.
Her mouth was open and salivating, and she knew that she was going to come in quarts when she was finally able to get some release.
When Butch finally got every last drop, he licked all around the ass-hole, to make sure he got the excess juice, and then, he shot up on his knees, his dick still in Mindy's hands, and as if to reward him for the delicious way he ate out her sister, she increased the speed and pressure on his dick and in short order, she had him coming on Shari's ass.
"Aaah ... " Butch said as he felt himself finally coming.
In spite of the fact that he had come so many times already this evening, he was coming again, with a full, sweet, creamy flow.
When he was finished, Mindy gave him a lusty slap on his ass, and he rolled off and back to his side of the bed.
Now, Mindy eyed Sandy, and Sandy knew what that meant.
She didn't have to be told, but immediately moved herself so that she was in the same position that Butch had been in just a few moments earlier.
Once there, she lowered her head, and using her fingers, spread the lips of Shari's pussy, so that the wine began to spill out.
She opened her mouth and put it just under the flow, and tasted the exquisite brew of wine juice and pussy.
She took it all, and as she swallowed gulp after gulp, she felt herself getting high from it. She knew it was having the desired effect.
Now she, too, along with Butch and of course Shari, were all high on the wine that nobody had drunk!
Sandy turned around and looked at Mindy, who was smiling and sitting up on her knees, her nipples rock hard from all the excitement she had caused. Sandy said nothing, but reached out with her hand and began to stroke Mindy's pussy, feeling the cushiony softness of Mindy's blonde pubes.
"Is that good," Sandy asked Mindy, who smiled, closed her eyes and spread her knees a little farer apart to give Sandy a good opportunity to grab pussy.
Sandy took the invitation and inserted two fingers into her new friend's pussy, and began to work it up.
She gently forced Mindy back down on the bed, so that the girl was sitting on her own bended legs.
She liked having Mindy helpless like this. She had plans for the girl, and they involved making her do something she might not want to do.
Sandy put her knees on either side of Mindy's head, holding her down by her shoulders, making sure she was helpless.
"What are you doing?" Mindy asked, surprised at how effectively she was pinned.
"Just giving you a little dose of your own medicine, baby," Sandy said.
With that, she grabbed the bottle of wine that was still about a third full, and took a heavy swig into her mouth.
Mindy watched, not understanding at first what was going on.
Then she realized what Sandy had in store for her, and began to try to get the girl off of her.
But it was no use.
Sandy was too strong, and in too good a position.
She couldn't be maneuvered off her prey. Forcing her mouth down on Mindy's, she insinuated her tongue into the girl, between her lips, and forced her to swallow the wine, now mixed with her own saliva.
"Mmmmmmfff ... " Mindy said as she tried to resist, and was about to spit the stuff out when she felt Sandy's strong hand clamped down over her mouth.
There was nothing she was going to be able to do except swallow.
Taking a deep breath, she looked into Sandy's eyes as she let the stuff go down her throat.
"Good," Sandy said, slyly, with a sound of conquest in her voice.
Then, she repeated the process, taking another , swig and forcing it into Mindy's mouth, and then making her swallow it.
The effects were almost immediate. Mindy felt the heat from the wine churning her up, sending her into the stratosphere.
She was getting high, almost drunk, and relaxing as she did so.
Now she was grateful that the other girl was forcing her to do this, because it was becoming one of the most pleasurable things she'd ever done in her life!
"I need to ... I need to ... " Mindy tried to speak, but had trouble putting her words together.
"What, darling," Sandy said, leaning over her girlfriend.
"I need to get fucked!" Mindy managed to get out. "Of course, darling," Sandy said. "But I don't think Butch is quite ready again, yet. So I have another idea. You remember this, don't you?"
She reached behind her and produced the cucumber, the frozen cucumber she'd fucked Shari with before.
"Not that ... it's so big.. " Mindy said, but she knew there was no stopping the girl.
She spread her legs as wide as she could get them, and closed her eyes.
In another second, she was able to feel the still cold fruit being shoved up her pussy.
It was like no cock she' d ever dreamed of having.
It was thick and smooth, and the chill from the icing made it the most delightful fucking she'd had to date.
"I think ... I think I'm going to ... " Mindy couldn't finish what she was going to say.
Instead, she squeezed her eyes shut and moved her hips violently back and forth, and came over and over, much to the delight of Sandy, who was expertly applying her ministrations.
When she was finally finished, she fell back and got off Mindy.
Now all four of them were completely exhausted.
Mindy was the first to stir. She said she needed to get some fresh air.
Before she got off the bed, she undid the bindings that held Shari down.
Once free, Shari turned around and kissed first Sandy, then Mindy on the lips, happy to have been made the victim of their games.
Mindy retired to the other bedroom, the one that belonged to Sandy's parents.
She laid down on the bed, putting one hand on her head, and stared at the ceiling.
A couple of seconds later, Sandy came in.
"Hi," she said, careful not to make too much noise. "Are you all right?"
"Oh, sure," Mindy said, continuing to stare at
"Oh yeah. I know, but it's Saturday night, and that's part of the fun."
"I guess. You're very lucky, you know."
"I am? How?"
"Well, you have this great home, and you have such nice clothes, you're beautiful, and best of all maybe, you have Butch as your boyfriend."
"Oh, you think that makes me lucky?"
"Don't you?"
"Well, Butch's okay, but look at the kind of stuff he pulls. like with you and your sister. The big problem is, he's just like my father."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, he'll fuck anything. Anything that moves."
Sandy blushed. "Anything that's beautiful, that's a woman and that moves."
"So what's wrong with that."
"Nothing. If you're not in love with him." Mindy sat up.
"Are you in love with him? Is that what you're trying to tell me?"
Sandy shook her head up and down.
"Well, that's a whole other story. He's got some nerve trying to get you to have these scenes, and coming on to my sister and me. I mean, fucking around is one thing, but love is another. I know what I'm talking about."
"How? How do you know?"
"Because my father was the same way. We had a wonderful home, just like you do, until one day my mother came home and my father was upstairs. We had a maid in those days, Jessie. Jessie was a great girl, only a couple of years older than I am now. I guess she was either nineteen or twenty, certainly no older than that.
"I think that daddy hired her because when we were looking for a suitable maid, the agencies kept sending along these older, crumpled types, and daddy didn't want to have anything to do with them.
"Then, one day, Jessie showed up, in a short black skirt with a cute white apron, dark stockings and high heels.
"She had red hair and to tell you the truth, she was a dazzler. I mean, daddy flipped for her and hired her on the spot.
"That wasn't so bad at first, but then, one day mama caught the two of them upstairs in the bedroom, and it wasn't because they were doing any type of cleaning, I can guarantee you that."
"What were they doing?"
"Honestly, Sandy, sometimes you are the most ... What do you think?"
"You don't mean...."
"Exactly!"
"He was fucking her."
"And how."
"Did your mother fire her on the spot?"
"Not exactly. First she made my father leave the house, then she tied the maid to a chair, and ... kind of worked her over a little. It became very sexual."
"Wow."
"Yeah. That's what I thought."
"Well, how do you know about all of this. Surely no one told you any of it."
"Of course not. What kind of family do you think I have. You see, there's this little peephole, and ... oh, never mind. I need something to eat."
"Well, come on, I'll take you into the kitchen and fix you something."
"Okay, but I don't want us to take too long, because I want to get back to ... back to the others."
"Me too. Come on."
Sandy led Mindy into the kitchen where she made them each a sandwich of tuna fish and lettuce and tomato, which they both ate, along with a glass of milk.
When they were finished, Mindy smiled and put her arms around Sandy.
"Thank you, darling. That was just what I needed."
"Me too." t' "Let' go back inside and see what's happening with our two charges."
"Lets!" Sandy said, excitedly.
They tried to make as little noise as they could, just in case Butch and Shari were up to something.
It was a pretty good guess.
As Mindy looked into the room where she'd left the two, she saw that Butch was on top of Shari, her naked legs wrapped around his hips, and he was fucking her now, with long, hard and deep strokes, fucking the shit out of her, with Shari egging him on.
"Harder, Butch ... come on, Butch, fuck me harder than that!"
Butch increased his speed, and finally, when he knew he was going to come, he took her hand and shoved it underneath the both of them. Shari was a quick learner and knew immediately what he wanted. Without hesitating, she took his balls in her hands and began to squeeze them, prompting Butch to orgasm.
Then, as he was about to come, she suddenly squeezed them very hard, and began to slap them with her palm.
"Easy ... " Butch said, suddenly looking up, surprised at the hard whacking she was giving his balls.
But she paid him no mind, and kept up the slapping, until finally he came in a torrent, shooting his hot jism into her.
"That's it ... fuck me ... come inside of me ... oh, Jesus, that's so good ... " Shari said as she felt herself filling up with his come.
It was only when Butch was finished fucking her that either he or Shari realized there were other people in the room.
Butch rolled off Shari, smiling.
"Hi. We were wondering what happened to you to," Shari said, smiling.
"Yeah," Butch added. "We were wondering if you two were doing things to each other."
Sandy laughed. "Why? Would it turn you on if we were?"
"Yeah," Butch said, "It would."
Sandy looked at Mindy, and Mindy looked back at Sandy.
Suddenly, they didn't find him as charming as they once did. He was a rat, they figured, and he should be treated like a rat. If there was only some way to get even with him.
But, all things being equal, there wasn't that much they could do, or really complain about. After all, they all enjoyed fucking him, and it wasn't his fault if they liked to share as much as they did. After all, wasn't that what it was all about? Wasn't it?
Yes.
The answer had to be yes. Because otherwise there was just no reason to go on....
No reason to do anything.
They were all friends, weren't they?
They all shared the same kinds of ideas about things....
And that was the way it was supposed to be. That was the way things were supposed to stay. And now she hoped they would. Forever.
Even after school was over. Long after. There were some bonds that outlasted all the others.
And sex was certainly at the top of that list. Had to be. Just had to....
