More than any other animal, man is a victim of curiosity. It is an urge to investigate the unknown that has made him as great as he is, and it is the same urge that is responsible for most of his follies.
The fact that curiosity about sex is the undoing of many teenagers, then, should come as no surprise. Curiosity is rampant in any healthy, growing human. It is as implicit as sexuality. And it is no wonder that when the subject of sex is veiled by social mores and erratic behavior on the part of sober, grown people that children become curious about it.
As this book amply illustrates, it is curiosity about sex that motivates sexual behavior in a pair of teenaged sisters. Desire grows out of tasting the fruit, experimentation comes from an indefinable urge to discover the secret of other people's pleasure.
It does not take a mental giant to make the connection: that mystery about sex is one of the direct causes of sexual immorality. Indeed, it is terribly obvious that the answer to most sexual "misbehavior" can be controlled by education about sex--not repression.
Throughout the world today, changes are taking place that are irreversible, whether the individual likes them or not. When the prostitutes of France invade the churches to demand justice for a profession that has been around longer than armies, police forces or governments, it is time to assess the situation.
Measures aimed at repressing sex solely result in the repression of a few million "unimportant" people. The measures don't change the situation one iota. The history of homosexuality, for instance, is noted by the greatness of a few homosexual geniuses who ignored convention and the law in almost every age. They were not "unimportant," so they were allowed to persevere. In fact, the passing of law which subjugates great bodies of people to unpleasant repression is not democracy--it is tyranny.
This book, and others like it, is a cry in the dark for a rational approach to sexual laws and conduct. It is a cry which cannot be left unanswered too long.
-THE PUBLISHER
CHAPTER ONE
"I wonder what it really feels like," Sandy asked dreamily.
She sighed and stretched back against the cool grass. She gazed up at a fluffy white cloud sailing in the blue sky. Strands of light yellow hair over her eyes gave the blonde a curious color.
Her sharp, pointed, fourteen-year-old tits pushed against her red bikini halter. They seemed to swell inside the cups at just the thought in her mind.
She felt her tight, fresh, virginal pussy squirm warmly all along its silky length, and she squeezed her firm thighs together and emitted a little shiver.
Her sister, Holly, who had just turned thirteen, rolled over on her side and looked at Sandy. Her bikini was green, with yellow markings, and her young tits were already fuller than her older sister's. They were round instead of pointed, and they had bright pink nipples.
She pushed a lock of dark brown hair from her eyes. She'd gotten her coloring from her father. Sandy had gotten hers from her mother, and they didn't look at all like sisters.
Holly's round little buttocks clenched tightly with a little thrill of excitement. She already knew what Sandy was talking about. She'd wondered the same thing herself, many times.
"I wish I knew, too, Sandy," she said, her voice just as dreamy.
"I mean, really up there," Sandy said, her voice half a moan. "All the way up inside your cunt, throbbing and fucking and filling up your pussy!"
"Ohhhh, don't talk about it," Holly moaned, rolling onto her flat tummy. She pumped her pelvis against the tickling grass, and she felt her pussy get all wet again.
Sandy looked over at her sister's round, heaving rump, so tightly wrapped in the thin bikini material.
"Holly, what are you doing!"
"I'm fucking the grass. Ohhh, it feels good! Do it, Sandy! Get a little mound right under your pussy and rub up and down against it and see!"
Sandy licked her full lips. She felt silly. But she was willing to try anything that felt good to her yearning pussy.
She bellied down next to her sister and shifted around until there was a soft mound of earth right against her pubic bone. She began writhing and rolling against it, and she was startled by the sensations it gave her.
"Ohhhh, God!" she gasped.
"I'll bet I could come this way," Holly moaned.
"Do it!"
Holly compressed her lips. She closed her eyes. She dreamed about a big fat prick running in and out of her pussy while she ground down upon it.
"Ohhhh, it's working, Sandy!" she gasped. "It is! I'm going to come! Yes! Ahhhh!"
Sandy stared at her sister with disbelief. She watched the tight, round buttocks clamp together and make a deep crack in the back of her bikini panties.
She licked her lips. She watched Holly press her pussy against the ground hard. She watched the round tits flatten and squeeze out at the sides, and she clamped her hand over her own little twat and squeezed tightly, feeling it tingle.
"Aw, you were faking," she said when Holly stopped squirming around. "You can't come just by fucking the ground like that."
"I did too!" Holly moaned. "Mmmm, did I ever!"
"Oh, bull!"
"Look, I'll prove it," Holly said, rolling over onto her rump and sitting up, her knees apart.
She put her fingers at her crotch and pulled the band of her panties aside.
"Look how wet it is, Sandy," she said. "You don't think my pussy could get that wet unless I'd come, do you?"
Sandy knelt between her sister's thighs and stared at the revealed flesh of her virginal pussy. She was impressed. Her cunt lip shone and glistened on the inside.
She looked at the puffy meat, the bright pinkness of it, the slick appearance. There was a fringe of dark hair just beginning to pepper Holly's pussy, and it was longer than her own cornsilk strands.
She reached out with the tip of her finger and touched the slippery surface of bloated pussy lip.
"It's wet, all right," she said.
"I told you."
"How come your hair's longer than mine? I'm older. Mine should be longer. My tits should be bigger, too."
"I don't know," Holly said, reaching up to squeeze one of her round breasts. She squeezed one of Sandy's experimentally and touched her own again.
"Ohhh," Sandy said. "That felt good."
"You're just homy. Fuck the ground again, Sandy, and I'll bet you can come too."
Sandy licked her lips with excitement. She got on her belly again and rolled and fucked her pussy over the hump of earth.
"It feels good, but not that good," she said. "Ohhh, I wish I had a prick in me! That'd make me come all over the place!"
"Not the first time," Holly said gravely. "It makes you bleed and yell like crazy."
"How do you know? You've never been fucked."
"That's what Nancy Gerber said."
"Nancy!" Sandy stared at her sister with disbelief. Nancy Gerber was buck-toothed and ugly and fat. "Oh, bull! Who'd fuck her?"
"Norman. That's what she said, anyway."
"You didn't tell me that!" Sandy cried with an injured tone.
"I didn't believe her either. Anyway, I've heard it from other places. It hurts when that big fat prick pops through your cherry. That's what scares me off, I'll tell you."
Sandy thought about it. Her pussy squeezed and quivered, and she rolled over on her round little rump and opened her thighs and clapped her hand around her crotch.
"Ohhh, I'm horny now!" she moaned. "Damn you and your fucking the ground!"
Holly sat on her legs and looked at her sister twist around in agony, moving her hand up and down over her pantied pussy.
"Keep doing that, and you'll come," Holly said. Sandy looked at her. "Huh?"
Holly blinked. "You mean you've never masturbated before?"
"What's that?"
"It's what you're doing now, dummy! God, Sandy! Really?"
"No, have you?"
Holly made her chest swell out, pushing her tits against the halter fabric. Her tight nipples made rubbery bumps in it.
"I do it all the time. You mean you've never heard me at night?"
Sandy thought back to their room at home with the two beds in it. Nearly every night, she'd heard movement from Holly's bed, coming across the darkness to her. She'd asked Holly about it once, and Holly'd said that she was just restless before dropping off to sleep, and Sandy had forgotten about it.
"So, that's it!" she cried.
"Uh-huh," Holly grinned, ashamed and proud at the same time. "I just put my fingers over my pussy and play with it until I come. Hell, Sandy, I thought you knew what I was doing! " Sandy sat up, feeling irritated. "How come you know all about Nancy and coming and getting your cherry busted and all that stuff, and I don't. I'm older than you are, Holly. That isn't right. I should be the one telling you about it."
Holly reared backward slightly at the vehemence of Sandy's tirade. "Golly, Sandy--I don't know," she said apologetically.
"But you didn't even tell me!" Sandy cried.
"The least you could have done was tell me!"
Holly made a gesture. "I'm sorry. Well, I just did tell you, how's that?"
"We're supposed to be sisters. You're not supposed to keep stuff like that to yourself."
"All right, Sandy," Holly said.
"What else haven't you told me?"
Holly looked out at the lake surrounding the little island they were on. The stern of the small motorboat moved gently against the tiny waves coming ashore.
"I can't think of anything else right now, Sandy," she said. "Hey, I wonder if we shouldn't be getting back to the cabin, before Daddy comes out looking for us. You know how he's afraid we're going to sink Uncle Fred's motorboat, or something."
"Oh, bull!"
"Well, it was pretty nice of Uncle Fred to let us use his summer cabin while Daddy's out of work. We never got a vacation like this, with a lake and a boat and everything, while he was working."
"All right, all right," Sandy said irritably, still holding her throbbing pussy tightly. "We'll go back in a minute. Right now, tell me how to come. What do you do?"
"You mean you've never even come?" Holly cried. "Then how can you say you want a big prick in you to make you come, when you don't even know what it means?"
"I don't know. I read part of a dirty book Ellen found in her dad's closet. The girl was getting fucked by a big prick, and she tossed her legs in the air and came, and the description was terrific. Just like watching you a minute ago."
"Haven't you even come in your sleep? I've done that. You wake up all tingly."
"Is that it?" Sandy asked. "I did that a couple of times. Oooo, that's neat!" she cried. "I loved it!"
"Yeah, it's the best."
"What do you do, Holly? Tell me! Just rub your pussy like this?" She moved her palm over her crotch. It felt good, but not much better than fucking the ground had.
"No, silly. You do it without the panties. You just--finger your pussy where it feels the best. Jeez!" she cried, a little bit embarrassed.
Sandy gasped softly and lifted the top of her bikini trunks and put her hand into them. Her knuckles bumped the material. She felt her silky hairs under hex fingertips, and the wet puffiness of her pussy lips.
"Mmmm," she moaned.
"Let me see what you're doing."
"Holly!"
"All right."
Sandy looked at her, at the way she was watching intently.
"Turn your head, Holly."
Holly sighed and shifted around and looked out over the lake. She tried to find Uncle Fred's cabin on the shore, but it was hidden by the threes. She heard Sandy puffing softly.
"Have you come yet?" she asked.
"No... " Sandy grunted.
"Boy, I could have come twice by now," Holly said, turning around.
"Don't look!"
Sandy had her panties pushed down the sides of her hips and over the round swells of her rump so that her pussy wasn't covered by the hampering material. She was pinching her pussy lips together from the sides, doing it rhythmically.
"You're not doing it right," Holly said.
"Holly, don't watch! That's why I can't come. I keep thinking you're going to turn around and watch."
"Well, you're not doing it right. You'll never come that way, and Daddy'll really give us hell for being so late."
Ignoring Sandy's protests, she walked over on her knees and sat on her legs beside Sandy, looking down. Sandy was now just covering her naked pussy with her hand.
"Come on, we're sisters. I've seen your pussy lots of times before."
"Yeah, but not--not when I'm trying to come." Holly reached out gently and lifted her sister's hand away. She looked for a lingering moment at the tiny twat, the bald look of it behind the light-yellow, silky hairs.
"You've got to do it inside," she said. "In here, between the lips."
She put the tips of her fingers to Sandy's cunt and opened the puffy lips. The meat inside was bright pink and damp, shiny with virginal juice.
She slid the tip of one finger up and down Sandy's cunt gap and made it circle over her clit. The little organ sprouted immediately and throbbed redly from under its tented hood.
"Oh, Holly!" Sandy gasped.
"Right there--see it? That's your clit. See how good it feels?" she asked, rolling the tip of her finger all around it.
Sandy's hips squirmed and bucked, and air sucked into her lungs again and again.
"Ohhhh, it's driving me crazy! I didn't know it would be there! I thought you maybe put your finger up your pussy and fucked yourself with it! Ohhh, Holly... " Holly watched her sister's face redden. Her hips shook and twisted constantly.
"Are you going to come?" she asked excitedly. "Ohhh, that's making me hot, just watching you."
She gasped heatedly and shoved her free hand into her bikinis and rolled her fingertip over her own clit.
"Take yours off too, Holly," Sandy gasped. "Let me watch you do it, and I'll do what you do!"
"All right!"
Holly swept her trunks all the way off, pulling them from her feet. She sat on the soft grass on her naked, round rump and spread her knees wide.
Her pussy opened up all the way, pointing toward Sandy. Sandy stared at the wet pinkness between the fuzzed lips.
"I see your cherry, Holly!" she cried.
Holly bent over and looked at the ragged fringe of membrane just inside the mouth of her cunt. She put her fingertip into her vagina and winched with the little stab of pain she gave herself.
"Oooo, I'd hate to have a big prick tear through that. It hurts when I just touch it."
Sandy sat facing Holly in the same position. She bent over and put her finger in her pussy. It slid all the way in, clear to the palm of her hand.
"Ohhhhh, God!" she cried heatedly. "I can make it wriggle around in my pussy like a prick, Holly! It doesn't hurt at all! It feels wonderful!" Holly stared. She gasped with envy, leaning closer to her sister's cunt to look. "How can you do that!" she cried.
Sandy pulled her finger out of her pussy. It was shiny and wet. She held her cunt lips apart and let Holly stare into her hole. She looked too, from hers to Holly's and back again.
"My cherry isn't as big as yours," Sandy said. "I can get my finger through the hole in it."
Her face lit up suddenly. She didn't say so, because she didn't want to make Holly feel bad, but she was sure she could get a prick through it without having it hurt much.
The idea grew on her. It gave her a good feeling. Holly knew about masturbating and coming and all that stuff, maybe, but Sandy decided right then that she was going to learn all about pricks and fucking before Holly beat her to that, too.
And she knew just the boy she wanted to teach her.
His name was Foster Emmons. He was eighteen, nearly an old man, but that didn't matter. He had a full head of wavy hair, bleached yellow by the sun, a gorgeous tan over his naked back and broad chest. He worked at the little marina that served the boats on Uncle Fred's side of the lake.
He'd put gas in the motorboat last week, and he'd bumped against Sandy out there at the end of the dock and smiled at her. He'd looked her tight, young body up and down when he'd smiled, and she'd felt dizzy for a moment. But then he'd gone off to help a dark-haired girl who lived in one of the cabins, and he'd forgotten all about Sandy.
Well, he wouldn't forget about her the next time he bumped against her shaking little rump. She'd take him off and make him fuck his big hard prick right up into her pussy.
He'd squirt his cum in her, just the way that dirty book had described it, and she'd fling her legs in the air and come too, moaning and thrashing about.
And then she would tell Holly about something, for once.
Sandy grinned smugly and thrust her finger back into her pussy, right before Holly's eyes. She rubbed the fringe of her cherry in her brashness and winced slightly.
Holly was right about that. It did hurt. But only a little. And the hurt was kind of good.
"Ohhhh," she moaned deeply, making her finger wriggle and twist and writhe. "It's a big prick," she said. "There's a big prick fucking my pussy. Ohhhh!"
Holly stared and gasped with envy. She twirled her finger over her clit and watched her sister finger fucking herself.
"Your pussy's sucking all around your finger, Sandy," she said, shaking her hand up and down over her own cunt. "Ohhh, listen to the sucking sounds it's making. Juice is coming out! It's dribbling down your pussy lip! Ohhh, Sandy! I wish I could finger fuck myself like that!"
It was just what Sandy wanted to hear. It was about time she could do something Holly couldn't. Just the ability to finger fuck herself nearly made up for her thinner pussy hair, her smaller tits, and her abysmal ignorance about sex.
Then she thought of the final coup.
"Look, Holly!" she cried.
"I am looking!"
Sandy slid her finger in and out of her pussy. With the other hand, she began to roll her straining, throbbing clit at the same time.
"Ohhhh, God!" she gasped, startled by the intense sensation she was able to give herself.
"Oh, you lucky!" Holly cried. "Both at once! Ohhh, Sandy--I've been cheated!"
Sandy tipped her head back and shuddered. Something was happening to her. Something terrific. She tingled all over. Her pussy sucked and spasmed and clenched around her finger. It got very juicy and slippery all at once.
Her knees bobbed up and down rhythmically as tremendous tingles made her legs quiver. Her tits seemed to balloon on her chest, and she'd never felt her virginal nipples grow so tight and full. They felt as if they were going to pop.
"Holly... " she gasped, her eyes popping open with shock and just a trace of fear.
"Ohhhh, Sandy--you're coming! I can see you coming! Your pussy's going wild around your finger! Ohhh, I'm coming too! Here I go! Ahhhhhgh!"
Holly's body wrenched and twisted. Her hand swirled over her pussy furiously, and her cunt mouth sucked and pulsed wetly at the air, the virgin tissues squeezing juice from her hole until it trickled down to the little pocket of pink flesh at the bottom of her vulva and filled it to overflowing.
"You do it so hard!" Sandy cried, feeling cheated again.
Holly took her hand away and rocked in her sitting position a moment, gasping.
"I've had more practice," she said. "It gets better all the time. And each time is different, Sandy. Sometimes I come kind of soft, and other times I want to yell and scream and jump around the room."
Sandy hadn't stopped masturbating. She wanted to recapture that glorious tingling feeling. She fucked her finger in and out of her soaking pussy, feeling how much more slippery it was in there now.
Her clit nearly burned under her other finger, but she didn't stop tickling it. There was something building up inside her body again.
"Why don't you stop?" Holly asked, watching her gasp and tip her head back and moan.
"It still feels good!"
"It always feels good," Holly said. She uncrossed her legs and leaned over to retrieve her bikini bottoms. She stood up and brushed a piece of grass from her naked butt and stepped into them quickly.
"Ohhhh... " Sandy moaned.
"Come on, we've got to leave. You're not going to come again right away. It takes time to--recover."
"Ohhh, wait!" Sandy gasped, pistoning both her arms furiously.
She was going to come again. She just knew it. She had no idea what it felt like to build up to an orgasm, but there was something going on inside her that demanded a finish.
She ignored Holly's impatience. She leaned back in the grass and stretched out flat. Sensation overwhelmed her. She could pump her hips up and down this way and make her pussy suck and pull all around her finger.
Her legs began to quiver. "Oh!" she gasped. "Holly, I'm going to come again! I'm lying here getting a big prick up my pussy! It's fucking me. Ohhh, it's fucking me! Oh, Holly... Ohhh, I'm quivering all over inside. My tits... ohhh, it feels so good, Holly... " Suddenly, her eyes popped open. She saw the blue sky. It turned a funny red.
"Holly, I'm... OHHHHHH!" she screamed.
Her hips wrenched upward. Her butt clenched tighter than it ever had. Her legs lifted into the air as if flung there.
"GOD!" she yelled, spasm after spasm jolting through her young, virginal body.
Holly stared at her sister with open-mouthed envy, watching her small body toss and heave, listening to the sucking sounds her sopping, drooling pussy made around her finger.
"Boy... " she said, the sound nearly reverent.
"I've never come like that I" She looked at Sandy. Sandy's body seemed to collapse. Her head turned to the side, and her eyes closed. Her mouth opened. Her lungs pumped up and down, pushing her sharp, pointed tits toward the sky. Except for that and the harsh breathing sounds, she looked frighteningly dead.
"Sandy!" Holly cried, leaning over her.
"Ohhhhh," Sandy moaned.
"Are you all right?"
"Mmmm, perfect," she said, her voice dreamy and husky. "Ohhhh, I love it-- love it! Holly, I love coming!"
"We've got to get back, Sandy."
"Help me up."
Holly extended her hand. Sandy was woozy. She helped her into her bikini trunks. She thought Sandy was putting on just a little too much show when she staggered to the beach and stumbled into the boat, making her do all the work.
But Sandy wasn't putting on at all. She was floating. She was in heaven. She was dreaming about the way Foster's prick would feel fucking into her body.
She smiled and giggled silently. It was true after all. A girl's legs did fling into the air when she came.
She closed her eyes against the breeze in her face as Holly started up the outboard and guided the boat back toward the cabin.
CHAPTER TWO
"Just a minute," Lori Sheldon said, stopping her daughters at the door. "Where do you think you're going at this time of night?"
She was a slim, curving woman, with Sandy's blond hair and sharp, tight tits and pouting butt that looked very squeezable all the time. White shorts were stretched across it tightly.
"Aw, Mom, it isn't late," Sandy said. "The sun's just set. We'll be back in a little while."
Lori shook her head, making her short hair fall in place about her head. She looked from one daughter to the other, trying to read their expressions.
"I don't like it," she said.
Jim came in from the small kitchen. He was dark-haired, like Holly, with a stocky build. He wore cutoffs, with no shirt. He came up behind his wife and pressed in against her butt and back and nuzzled the nape of her neck with his lips.
"Aw, let them go, Lori," he said, grinning. He gave her pouting butt a squeeze, filling his palm with the firm flesh of it.
"Jim... " she said peevishly, drawing away from him.
"Where are you girls going?"
"Just for a walk, Daddy," Sandy said innocently- Sandy wasn't supposed to have seen her father squeeze her mother's ass. But she did, and it made her own butt tingle and her pussy squirm and grow warm. She was going to have Foster squeeze her ass like that, too.
"Fine, fine," Jim said. "Take a walk. Take a long walk, kids. Take your time, and don't hurry back." He grinned at his wife's neck again.
"Jim, stop it," she said quietly.
"Gee, thanks, Daddy," Holly said. She went out the door quickly, before her mother could stop them again.
Lori made more protest, but Sandy slipped out after her sister. As she turned to close the door, she saw her father's hands on her mother's body, one on her palm-filling ass, the other on her cone-shaped tit. He was kissing her quickly, smothering any more protest.
Sandy stood just outside and felt her body tingle all over. She was hot again. She couldn't wait to feel the thrust of Foster's prick into her heated body.
But she felt a strong urge to slip around to the back of the cabin and peek through the window at her parents. She knew they were going to fuck. Her father had been drawing her mother off like that all the time, lately--ever since they'd moved into Uncle Fred's cabin, and now she really knew why.
But for the life of her, she couldn't understand why her mother kept resisting, kept saying, "Jim, stop it!" If some man as good looking as her father squeezed her ass and tried to draw her off, she'd knock him over in a race for the bed.
She shook her head in the darkness. Mothers were strange.
"Come on, Sandy," Holly whispered beside her. "I thought you were in such a hurry to go down to the marina for a Coke."
Sandy looked at her sister, just able to make out her features in the light from the cabin window.
She felt superior just then, which was the way it should have been all along between her and Holly.
"I don't know if I'm thirsty any more or not," Sandy said.
"Well, I am. You got me all worked up for a Coke, now let's go."
Sandy hesitated. Actually, she didn't think Foster Emmons would be there at this time of night. There weren't any boats on the lake, and he wouldn't be pumping any gas. But there was a chance he'd be working inside behind the counter, since she knew the marina stayed open until nine.
"Come on," Holly said impatiently.
"I'm thinking," Sandy said.
She was tom. In fact, she was a little skittery. What if he were there? And what if he actually did squeeze her ass and want to fuck her? What was she going to do with Holly? What if he laughed at her for being a virgin and not knowing how to fuck? What if she bungled it by being such a novice so that he wouldn't even look at her a second time?
"Sandy!" Holly groaned.
Sandy squeezed her pussy through her shorts. She looked toward the side of the cabin. If she went over there and looked in their window, she could watch her mother and father fuck and learn how to do it right.
"I'm getting mad, Sandy!" Holly declared. She grabbed Sandy's arm and pulled her off the steps, toward the path that skirted the shoreline and led to the marina about a mile away.
"All right," Sandy said irritably. She walked fast.
"Boy, I wish you'd make up your mind," Holly complained, hurrying along behind her.
Just as she'd feared, Foster wasn't there. His job ended at twilight. She bought two Cokes and made Holly hurry and drink hers, then started the rapid walk back to the cabin.
"What's your rush, Sandy," Holly complained. "There's nothing to do back there except sit around and watch that dumb channel on TV. Gee, you'd think they'd get more than one channel up here."
Sandy grinned in the darkness. "I want to watch more than just TV," she said.
She didn't explain that to Holly. When they got back to the cabin, Holly started to go in the front door. Sandy took her arm and pulled her around to the side.
"What are you doing?" Holly asked in puzzlement.
"Shhh!"
They crept around the side of the cabin. The tall pine trees blocked out the faint moonlight and left them in total darkness. There was a soft sighing of the evening breeze through them.
Sandy saw the slit of light coming from their parents' bedroom window, a yellowish gleam from under the bottom of the shade that wasn't pulled all the way down.
"Sandy!" Holly whispered, resisting going any farther. "What are you doing!"
"Come on," Sandy whispered.
She crept up to the window and peeked through the crack. To her complete dismay, the room was empty. She saw the bed near the window, the chair in the comer, the dresser against the opposite wall, with the big mirror over it that slanted right toward the window.
She saw the dark crack beneath the shade in the mirror and was delighted that she couldn't see her own image as she looked into the room. Everything was perfect.
Except for the fact that they weren't in there fucking.
"Sandy, that's not nice," Holly whispered, coming up beside her.
Sandy was just ready to turn away when she heard her mother's protesting voice through the open window.
"Oh, Jim--stop it, now. Put me down. Honest to God, you're impossible lately. Jim, stop--the kids will be coming home any minute now."
Sandy sucked in her breath and felt her pulse race. They came through the doorway. Her father was carrying her mother in his arms. Her tight, white-shorted butt pouted down as he carried her. She had one arm around his neck, and he was kissing the side of her face constantly, trying to get at her full, red lips.
There was a heavy bulge at the crotch of his cutoffs, and Sandy knew it was his prick.
His prick!
"Sandy!" Holly whispered urgently, tugging at Sandy's arm.
But Sandy wasn't moving this time. They were going to fuck, and she wanted to see it all whether Holly did or not!
Jim held Lori in his arms for a moment longer and then let her feet slide to the floor. He put his hand on her tit and massaged it firmly.
"Mmmmm, I'm homy," he rasped, pushing the bulge of his prick against the side of her hip.
"You're horny all the time. Damn, I wish that application would hurry up and come through so you can get back to work and leave me alone."
"Don't give me that," he grinned. "You like getting fucked just as much as I like fucking you." She smiled for the first time. "But not twice a day, Jim!"
"Shit," he said. "Five times a day wouldn't keep that hot pussy of yours satisfied."
She laughed softly and cupped the bulge at his crotch with her palm, moving it gently up and down. Sandy took mental note of that action--the way to cup a man's prick.
"We ought to wait until the kids are in bed, Jim," Lori said softly. "I know they're going to be coming back."
"I don't think so," he grinned, kissing her again, reaching down to take the bottom of her thin blouse in his fingers and work it up over her sharp, thrusting, big-nippled tits.
He dipped his head and sucked the end of one of them between his lips. Lori arched her back and pushed her tit deeper into his mouth, letting out a soft moan of pleasure.
Sandy watched her father's tongue circle the end of her tit and suck it into his mouth again. At the same time, he undid the fastenings of her shorts and thrust his hand into them to squeeze the naked flesh of her tight ass.
He lifted his head and grinned. "I don't think they'll be back soon. Sandy's no dummy. She's got a hot little pussy just like her mother, and I'll bet she knows the score."
"Jim!"
"Hell, use your head. Why else would she be wanting to go for a walk? I'll bet some stud's got her under the pine trees banging her hot little box right now."
"Oh, Jim!" Lori gasped. "That's a terrible thing to think about your daughter!"
"Why? I was banging yours when you were fifteen, remember?"
"But I didn't have a little sister hanging around."
"So, they're having a hot little threesome."
"Jim, you're awful!" Lori cried.
But she was smiling in a strange way all the same, and she was still pushing her tit into his mouth and wriggling her ass against his cupping hand.
Sandy's pulse throbbed, and her pussy writhed and watered shamelessly in her panties. She felt so naive it hurt. What kind of insulated nunnery had she been living in? Holly had more experience with sex than she did, and her father thought she'd already been fucking big pricks into her hot little pussy like a seasoned pro!
She clamped her hand over her twat and squeezed hard, letting out a little gasp of excitement. Holly came up next to her for the first time and guiltily looked through the window.
"Oh, Sandy--we shouldn't be watching!" she whispered shakily.
"Then leave," Sandy said.
Holly didn't leave. She stood there and put her own hand between her thighs and rocked her pelvis back and forth, her eyes wide.
Jim pushed Lori's shorts and panties down, rolling them over the round swells of her buttocks until they slid down the firm, trim legs and puddled on the floor.
Lori stepped out of them and turned her hips slightly. Her yellow bush was just like Sandy's--a little hairier, maybe, but with a small gash and puffy little lips that showed clearly through the light pubes.
Jim gasped and cupped his hand around her twat, moving his palm up and down. Lori sighed and leaned against him, moving her deep-clefted asscheeks up against his bulging crotch. She swept her blouse the rest of the way off and thrust her tits out in front of her, pushing them into his cupping hands.
"Mmmm, you big-pricked bastard," she moaned.
"Feels good, huh?" he grinned. "Wait until it's plunging in and out of that little pussy."
Lori shivered. "Quit talking about it and do it," she groaned huskily.
"I thought you wanted to wait until after the kids were home." He reached around the side of her hip and stroked her pussy, opening the gap with the tip of his finger and sliding it up to her clit. He rolled it there, and Lori gasped sharply.
"Ohhh, damn you," she said huskily, softly. "I'll show you just how much I want to wait now."
She was facing the window. Sandy and Holly saw it all clearly. Their mother's pubes were almost totally transparent. They could see the puffy little lips, the short line of her twat.
They watched her thighs quiver apart so that her pussy opened to their father's fingertip. They saw the glistening line of moisture it left flooding into her gap, into the quivering mouth of her pink cunt hole.
Then they watched her pump her pelvis against the finger and roll her ass around against his lap for a moment. When she moaned again, she turned and pressed her tits and pussy tightly against his body and curled her arms around his neck and kissed him fully and passionately on the mouth.
Her tight little butt cheeks quivered with growing passion. She slid down his body to her knees very slowly, then reached up and began unbuckling his belt.
"Ohhh," Sandy moaned softly, digging her hand into her shorts and squeezing the lips of her fluttering, virginal pussy. "She's going to take his prick out, Holly!"
"Ohhh," Holly moaned, unfastening the waist of her shorts. "We shouldn't be watching them, Sandy."
Sandy didn't reply, and Holly didn't have the will to leave. They both stared fixedly and unblinkingly, afraid they were going to miss something.
Jim's cutoffs came undone. Lori pulled them down over his hips and legs, and he stepped out of them. He grinned shakily and looked down at the top of her sleek head and put his hand there as if to keep himself from falling over.
The girls gasped and stared at their first prick--their first hard, standing, thrusting, throbbing, big-shafted prick. It jutted from their father's loins like a short am attached in the wrong place. The head pulsed and swelled with heat, and they could see the big eye at the end of it grow damp with something shiny.
"God, look at it!" Sandy squeaked softly, grasping her pussy tightly, making virginal juice seep from it into her palm.
"It's huge!" Holly agreed. "Ohhh, no wonder it hurts and makes you bleed! Sandy, how does it fit? Ohhh, he's going to tear Mommy's little pussy apart with that big cock!"
"No, he isn't, dummy. He fucked her for us and didn't tear her apart. Besides, you heard her--he's been fucking that big thing into her twice a day since we've been here."
Holly didn't have any comment for that, and Sandy didn't want to talk just then. She wanted to watch, because something was very odd to her just then.
Her mother was reaching up for the standing pole of cock meat, and she was licking her lips in a hungry kind of way.
Lori bent his prick down toward her mouth. She ran the tip of it over her red lips and moaned softly. Her tongue flicked out and licked the end, and the velvety glans pulsed and swelled.
"She's kissing it and licking it!" Holly moaned.
Sandy didn't need to be told that. She could see it for herself. She took another mental note--kiss the cock and lick it.
She watched her father's face grow slack and charged with passion. He tipped his head back slightly and moaned and pushed his prick out farther.
Lori opened her mouth. She ran her tongue over her lips and wetted them. Sandy watched closely, her mouth agape. In the mirror, she could see her father's asscheeks clench together. Then she could see the ends of her mother's fingers curling under his crotch when she cupped his balls and rolled them.
Her open mouth sucked down over the head of Jim's cock, and the girls watched with disbelief. They would have thought that eating a man's prick was nasty--as nasty as a man putting his mouth to the wet, funny-smelling slit of a pussy.
But their father moaned, and their mother groaned with him. The cock shaft went in and in between her lips. The distance was appalling. Her lips tightened around the shaft of the prick, and her cheeks hollowed, and she sucked back along the whole length of it.
Jim's hips vibrated with the sensational suction. "Ohhh, baby, you're the best, I swear you are!" he gasped.
"How do you know, you bastard?" she asked lightly, licking her lips and then the head of his cock again. "Who are you comparing me with?"
"Ohhhh, nobody, honey! I swear it. There can't be a better blow job in the world than you give, so why look?"
Blow job, Sandy thought, recording the term, watching the action some more. She pursed her own lips in imitation of her mother's, making her cheeks puff out and hollow at the same time.
Her pulse raced, and her fingers pinched and swirled over her pussy lips. She was sure glad she was watching. She was really going to know what to do to Foster now.
Holly gasped and gasped beside her, and her arm began jiggling up and down as she masturbated. She'd wanted to hold off until they actually fucked, but she couldn't.
"What are you doing?" Sandy whispered.
"I can't help it! Ohhh, I'm going to come, Sandy!"
"Shhhh!"
"Nnnnnn!" Holly cried in the back of her throat.
She leaned against Sandy and shuddered, her arm sawing up and down as her fingers swirled over her sopping, spasming pussy. Her orgasm was quick and hard, and her pussy continued to tingle.
"Already?" Sandy whispered in question. "They haven't even started fucking yet!"
She turned her head back and saw her mother's lips spread and suck down over the big shaft again.
Her head began bobbing up and down, and the heavy prick ran in and out between her lips. Her hand cupped the dangling balls and rolled them at the same time.
In the mirror, Sandy could see something else that made her gasp. Her mother's middle finger was running up and down her father's asscrack.
Then it disappeared!
Right up his asshole!
"Oh, God!" Jim cried breathily, his hips jerking forward, his throbbing prick thrusting into his wife's mouth. "Honey! Ohhh, you're going to make me come! Lori, baby... " He gasped heavily. Sandy felt her heart hammer and her pussy shudder violently. She shoved her finger up it all the way and finger fucked herself, spreading her knees to open her pussy lips wide.
It wasn't enough. She had to copy her mother. She pushed her free thumb between her lips and sucked it hard, pretending it was a throbbing prick.
She felt the way her tongue seemed to slide and swirl around her thumb, and she knew instinctively that her mother was doing just that to the big cock in her mouth.
"Lori!... " Jim gasped. "Baby, you don't have to " Lori didn't stop. Her pumping head and sucking lips went faster and faster. She spread her knees on the floor and put her free hand to her pussy and played with her clit.
Her asscheeks flared and clenched, and her lips sucked and pulled at the straining, throbbing prick between them. Her finger pumped in and out of his asshole.
He gripped the top of her head and braced himself. He tipped his head back. He closed his eyes and groaned. Then his mouth opened, and he nearly yelled.
His hips canted forward, making his cock thrust deeply into his wife's mouth. His buttocks clenched around her finger tightly. His balls pumped in her hand, and he shot his load into the back of her swallowing, sucking throat.
"Yaaaagh!" he cried.
Sandy's pussy muscles clamped with virgin strength around her wriggling finger. The walls became incredibly slick and juicy. Her clit throbbed out tightly from its hiding place and begged to be touched.
She sucked on her thumb. She shuddered all over with a big orgasm and nearly missed the thing that made Holly gasp and gasp.
"Look! Look at Mommy's lips! Ohhh, God, what's happening!"
Sandy stared. She saw her mother's throat working and swallowing along the length of hits smooth column. Then she saw the cream-white extrusion of something syrupy ooze from the corner of her mouth.
It seeped between her lips and the pulsing, wet shaft of her father's prick. It grew and trickled, and then it fell in a long string from her lip as more and more of it flooded into her mouth faster than she could swallow it down.
"It's sperm!" Sandy cried. "Daddy's squirting his sperm into her mouth! Ohhh, God--I'm coming again, Holly!"
Her finger fucked and fucked in her pussy. She remembered to roll her clit this time and give herself a double thrill. She shoved her thumb back into her mouth and sucked on it hard, wishing it would spurt creamy cum for her to swallow too.
She gasped tightly and nearly blacked out when the second orgasm swept through her young body in crushing waves. She tried hard to keep her eyes open so that she wouldn't miss a thing.
After her father stopped gasping and groaning and rocking around as if he would fall over, her mother's lips slid slowly from the end of his prick, drawing a long string of cum with them.
She sighed and ran her fingertip over her lips and sucked the cum off it. She licked her lips with her tongue and swallowed one last time. She slipped her finger from her husband's asshole and wiped it on her panties. She balled them and threw them into the comer.
She smiled up at her husband. "God, what a load, honey. I couldn't keep up with it. I kept swallowing and swallowing, but you just shot it and shot it. How'd you get so horny?"
He cupped her face and pulled her to her feet. "By being around my pretty wife all the time," he grinned.
"Just what I thought," she said, giving his prick a pull.
"How's that little pussy?" he asked, reaching down between her parted thighs. He slid his finger up it. "Mmmm, soaking wet! Were you playing with it just now?"
"What if I was?" she challenged, grinning.
"Did you come?"
"I stopped doing that when you started fucking me, honey," she grinned. "I'll leave that kind of thing for Sandy and Holly."
"You hope," he grinned. He finger fucked her some more and cupped her ass in his hands and kissed her fully, using his tongue, snaking it between her full lips.
"Your turn now," he said.
"No, I want to wait," she gasped. "Until they come... home... " She gasped again and again. His finger pumped in and out of her pussy, and his tongue washed over her lips, making the full, red softness of them tingle and burn with sensation.
He pulled his mouth away and looked at her lovingly. "Bull," he said softly.
"Ohhh, Jim," she moaned. Her hips began to pump. "Ohhh, you said it, Daddy! Bull! Fuck me! Ohhh, fuck me!"
Sandy sucked in her breath. Her pussy squeezed around her finger. She licked her lips until they were sopping wet.
This was it!
CHAPTER THREE
Jim guided his hot-cunted little wife to the bed. She didn't need any urging. She hopped up and lay on her back and opened her legs.
The expression on her face was slack and yielding. It was one her daughters had never seen before. But then they'd never seen her yearning to be fucked before.
She lifted her knees and put her hands between her thighs. She scooted around on the bed on her back, following her husband's progress around the side by keeping her pussy pointed right at him.
Her fingers slopped in her pink meat, and she rolled her hips and moaned again and again, grinning warmly at him. Juice streamed from her tight little cunt hole as she made her pussy mouth suck and pulse and be as enticing to his raging prick as she could.
The girls watched attentively as their mother put on this open display of her pink, wet, hot cunt. Sandy took mental note after note, watching the way her father's thick cock came from its bowed state to full, rigid, throbbing erectness again.
That was how to make a man's prick good and hard, she thought.
Her father stopped circling the bed. Her mother's cunt was pointed right at the window. She waited breathlessly for him to get on top of her mother and fuck that tight little cunt wide open with his heavy, stroking shaft.
But he didn't do that. He dropped to his knees, Sandy gasped with alarm. Was he really going to do that? He was, and he did. He took Lori's legs and split them wide. He propped them over his shoulders. He pulled her butt to the edge of the bed and stared down into the squirming, pulsing pinkness that glistened so wetly with cunt juice.
He cupped his hands under her tight asscheeks and half lifted, causing her thighs to fall open even wider.
"Ohhh, Jim!" Lori cried heatedly.
"One good sucking deserves another, baby," he said huskily, licking his lips.
"Ohhh, fuck that big prick into me, honey!"
"I will, sweetie," he grinned. "But first I want to take a look and see what I'll be getting into. Mmm, what's this?"
He licked out with the tip of his tongue and swept it along the outer edge of her pussy lip, massaging the puffy flesh of it.
"Ohhh," Lori moaned, unable to keep from writhing her ass in his hands. Her pussy spasmed and shook. "Stop teasing me!" she gasped. "Do it, Jim--do it!"
"Mmmm, here's another one over here. Let's see if it tastes the same."
He lapped at her other cunt lip, pushing at it and pulling with his tongue, slurping over the lightly fuzzed surface, cleaning her hot, honeyed juice from it.
Lori switched her ass in his hands and moaned constantly. Jim finished massaging her pussy lips and opened his mouth. He compressed his lips tightly about her cunt flaps, sucking and drawing.
"Eeeee," Lori crooned, tossing her head on the bed. Her hands went to her tits and squeezed them tightly. She pulled at her nipples and made them deep red and rubbery stiff.
Jim slid his tongue between her cunt lips, darting it back and forth into her tingy, grasping pussy hole.
"Ohhhh, Jim! My clit! Suck my clit, darling! Make me come! Ohhh, your tongue's going all the way into my cunt! God! Oh, God it feels good!"
He sucked and slobbered and gnawed on her cunt hole. He buried his face in her crotch and kept her thighs wide open and ate her hole out completely.
What the girls couldn't see directly, they could see the rest in the mirror. It was like watching two different shows of the same scene. They watched their mother twist and thrash with terrible heat, and they were startled to know a woman could get that hot.
"Ohhh, look at her," Holly gasped. "I've been hot when I play with my pussy at night, but I've never been that hot! Ohhh, it must feel extra good to get your pussy sucked. But how can Daddy stand it?" she demanded, a touch of revulsion in her voice.
"It must taste good," Sandy said.
"It smells awful, Sandy!" She looked at her sister. Sandy had her shorts and panties down over her hips. Her naked buttocks gleamed in a stray beam of moonlight. Her hand was between her legs, moving constantly.
"Do you have your finger up your cunt again?" Holly whispered, looking down and trying to see her sister masturbate.
"Ohhhh, yes! Do I ever! I can't stop finger fucking myself to save me!"
"Take it out and smell it."
"Mmmm," Sandy moaned. "I don't want to take it out."
"Here, smell mine, then. You'll see what I mean. How can Daddy stand to lick it and put his tongue into her pussy like that?"
She stuck her finger toward Sandy's nose. Sandy sniffed. The aroma was strange. Almost repulsive, and yet not. After a few more sniffs it became a little heady. It was strange.
She pulled her finger out of her own cunt and smelled it. Her pussy smelled a little different than Holly's--lighter, somehow, sweeter.
She licked out with the tip of her tongue and savored the taste.
"Ooo!" Holly croaked, making a grotesque face.
"It's not that bad," Sandy said. "Here, try it." She pushed her finger against Holly's unsuspecting lip and smeared cunt juice on it.
Holly twisted away and cried out softly and spat and spat.
"Shhh!" Sandy hissed. It had been a stupid thing to do. Fortunately, she could see that her father's ears were wrapped around by the soft, firm flesh of her mother's thighs and hadn't heard. And her mother was groaning and puffing loudly anyway.
"Holly--look! She's going to come! He's sucking her off into a big come!"
The girls put their faces in front of the crack again. Holly was licking her lips, now, more experimentally this time, not spitting out the strange taste of her sister's pussy juice.
"Ohhh, God, Jim! Honey! Your tongue! Ohhh, it's fucking up into my cunt hole! Ohhh, your lips are around my clit! Suck it, suck it! God, I'm going to come! Honey... " Lori thrashed and churned. Her pussy sucked up and down the wet, warm organ of her husband's tongue, clamping around it tightly, trying to pull it into her body.
Holly puffed and pumped her pussy against her hand as she watched. Sandy looked over at her sister and saw that she had pushed her shorts and panties down over her ass too.
Holly squatted slightly and tried to slip her finger into her virginal pussy. But it bumped against her covering hymen and made her wince and yip again.
"Ohhh, I wish I could finger fuck myself!" she cried softly.
She put her finger to her mouth and sniffed and then bravely stuck the end of it between her lips and sucked. She licked the juice and flavor from her finger, being hesitant at first and then going at it more avidly.
"Jim! Jim!" Lori cried, gasping harshly. "I'm coming, darling! Ohhh, suck! Suck! Ahhhhhhgh!" Her body heaved and tossed on the bed. Her pussy opened wide and pulsed wetly all around his mouth. She pulled against the back of his head and mashed his face into her crotch and cried out with a long, low moan of orgasm.
Both girls came with her. Sandy's breath caught in her throat as she reached her peak. It felt as if there were a cocked trigger of some kind in her body that had just let go.
Her cunt walls gushed and spasmed tightly around her finger, sucking and pulling. Juice trickled down her finger to her knuckle, and she felt it drop off to the ground.
Reside her, Holly danced around, her hips pistoning against her hand as she twirled her clit again and again. Then, much to Sandy's amazement, she took Sandy's wrist and pulled, making the sliding finger pop from her wet cunt.
Sandy moaned in protest. Her arm was lifted toward Holly's face. Her finger, juicy and slick with virginal cunt juice, slipped into the warm, tight cavern of Holly's mouth.
Holly sucked deeply on the finger. Her tongue swirled around it, licking off all the juice. Her throat swallowed and swallowed, and she moaned softly all the while, jerking electric little tingles of excitement from her clit all the while.
"Ohhh," she groaned finally, giving Sandy back her hand.
"What were you doing!" Sandy cried. "What'd you do that for? I was just coming around my finger, and you pulled it out of my pussy!"
"I wanted to see what it was like--what Daddy was feeling and tasting just now."
"Well?"
"It... I don't know. Men must like the taste of pussy better than women."
"And I'll bet women like the taste of hot, white cum, too," Sandy moaned, unable to forget the sight of the strings of it dangling from her mother's lip as her father pumped his load into her sucking mouth.
She hoped it tasted good, because she was going to drink down a pint of Foster's when she got her lips and tongue wrapped around his big fucking prick.
"Ohhhh, God, darling... " Lori moaned from inside the cabin.
Sandy looked again. Her mother had her arm over her forehead. Her chest heaved up and down. Her tits were swollen, and the nipples were bright red and spiked. Her pussy lay open and wet and bloated looking. Her father was standing at the side of the bed, his prick throbbing hugely.
"Want to wait a minute, baby, or are you ready for a big strong cock right now."
"The kids... " Lori moaned.
"I told you, don't worry about them."
"Ohhh, then fuck me. Yes, give me your prick right now! Ohhh, you know sucking never leaves me quite satisfied."
"I know," he grinned.
"Then why do you do it so much?"
"It gets your pussy warmed up for me--all slick and hot and juicy."
She grinned and laughed lightly and held her arms up toward him.
"You homy fucker," she said. "You love to fuck, don't you. All afternoon, while the kids were out in the motorboat, and now tonight. God, I won't know what to do with all my free time when you go back to work."
"You'll lie around and play with yourself," he grinned back. "You'll be so used to this Dr. Pepper schedule I'll have to buy you a rubber dick to fuck."
"Mmmm, I don't want a rubber dick, honey. I want yours. Right now. Ohhh, yes, honey--fuck me! Fuck me hard! Make me come again!"
Jim knelt on the bed. He kissed her mound and made her moan. He kissed his way up her flat tummy to her tits. He sucked one and then the other into his mouth and tongued them.
He kissed her lips. His prick speared down toward her pussy. She reached out and took it in her hand, pulling on it gently.
"You've got nice hands," he said.
"You like them. They make you come."
"Yeah. Do that for a minute."
She smiled and lifted up. He lay on his back, and she leaned over him. Sandy watched attentively. Her mother's fist circled around the big shaft and slid up and down it.
After a moment, Jim groaned and fucked his prick up into her hand. "You jack me off as well as you suck my prick," he moaned.
"Don't you dare come, you bastard. You still owe me a big fuck."
"Then you'd better get on and quit doing that," he gasped.
His prick throbbed mightily. Lori lifted a knee over his body, straddling his hips. She aimed his prick high. Her spine arched slightly, and her ass flared back, the cheeks spreading open to reveal the depth of the cleft between them.
The girls saw her puffy cunt lips pout down from under her crotch. The bloated flaps pulsed and moved, the gap widening to begin the tight slide down around the head of the pulsing prick aimed up toward her hole.
"Ohhh, they're going to do it!" Sandy gasped.
"His cock's so big!" Holly cried. "Sandy, he's going to split her pussy in half!"
"You watch," Sandy said.
She didn't know what she was talking about, of course. But plain logic dictated that no such thing could possibly happen.
Lori's hips dropped lower. Juice dripped from the edge of one puffy cunt lip and ran down his shaft toward his balls. They could see his asshole, just under the baggy sack of nuts. They could see their mother's, too.
"Ohhhh, God," Lori gasped softly.
She lowered her body gingerly. The velvety head of his prick came between her sodden, silky cunt lips. The flaps spread wide apart. The joining seemed to become stuck for a moment.
"Ohhhh, your cock's big tonight!" she gasped.
"You should see that little pussy trying to eat all that meat! Oh, baby, your clit's sticking out like a little prick!"
He was looking down his body, watching her wrap her pussy around his heavy shaft.
Sandy glanced into the mirror behind them and saw it too. She saw the slack, expectant expression on her mother's face and the way her sharp tits jiggled on her heaving chest.
She saw the spread of the puffy cunt lips, the cunt mouth opening and puffing out around the meaty fullness of her father's prickhead. She saw the bright pink, throbbing spire of her mother's protruding clit, coming out as if forced by the stuffing meat.
"Ohhh, Jim!" Lori gasped.
"Man, your cunt's tight!" he cried.
Holly whispered with awe and disbelief next to Sandy. "Look! It's going in! It's actually fitting into Mommy's cunt! I can't believe it, Sandy!"
"Ohhhh, shit--I can!" Sandy gasped, pushing her finger deep into her own pussy, aiding the vicarious sensation she achieved from watching her mother's cunt being stuffed.
Lori squirmed and twisted atop his prick. She screwed her hips and ass around and worked her tight, tiny pussy down over his standing shaft.
Cunt juice leaked from her hole and ran down the column, lubricating it for her tight twat. Her buttocks quivered and shook, and he held them in his hands and helped her skewer herself by pushing gently down.
"Ahhhhh!" Lori gasped. "It's going in! Ohhh, you're so big tonight! Why do you get bigger and stiffer sometimes than others, honey?"
"Because you turn me on more sometimes."
"Did I tonight?" she gasped, screwing her cunt down on him another inch.
"Hell, yes!" he gasped, his cock throbbing under the strippingly tight insertion. "With a blow job like that, you're lucky my prick isn't as big as my leg!"
"Ohhhh, it's in!" she cried. "All the way in! Ohhh, fuck me, darling--fuck me hard!"
She tipped back, resting her buttocks on his thighs. She weaved atop him slightly. In the mirror, the girls saw her pussy mouth spread and stuffed with heavy cock.
Her clit protruded like a little spike. Jim flipped the pulsing end with his fingertip and made her shake with unbearable sensation.
"Don't, honey--you're going to make me come too soon!"
"There's more there it came from, isn't there?" he asked huskily. "Come twice, baby. See if I care."
She grinned back at him, her eyes hooded. "You're going to make my pussy break its spring one of these times, you big fucker. Then you won't get any at all."
"Bull," he grinned softly. "That thing will never wear down, and you know it. Ohhh, shit--what are you making it do, honey?"
He gasped and arched, and his expression of superiority and self-confidence slipped. His hips pumped up and tossed her body.
Sandy looked closely. She couldn't see what her mother was doing. Her pussy mouth was stretched wide, the puffy cunt lips spread out around his thick root.
But her father was having a fit of ecstasy, and she wanted to know why. It looked like a vitally important thing to know because of the effect it was having on him.
"I'm going to squeeze this big prick right off at the root and suck it up into my cunt and fuck it all day long," she gasped.
"God, I believe it! Ohhhh, you've been practicing your exercises or something! Ah! Ahhh, not so hard, honey!"
Sandy watched the cunt mouth suck and pull. She understood then. Her own pussy could do that a little around her finger. She made it squeeze, and she imagined what it would be like if her cunt muscles were ten times stronger and were wrapped around a thick, solid cock.
"Enough!" Jim cried.
Lori laughed lightly and let up, leaning over to rub her hands over his chest and nipples.
"That was for being such a big fucker," she said.
"Just for that, I'm going to really give it to you now," he growled.
"Goody!"
He pumped up and made his hips slam against her crotch. The girls watched as his shaft withdrew tightly and pushed back in again, making the pink cunt meat suck and pull.
He really heaved into her body. She began to moan and toss her head. Her cunt flowed freely, bathing his balls with glistening, thick juice.
It seemed to be loosening up, for his prick slid in and out much more readily. He pumped and pumped and then made her cry out when he gripped her ass and heaved and rolled her over onto her back.
He covered her, then, pressing between her thighs, splitting her crotch wide, slamming against her with long, full strokes. Her body rocked back and forth, and her tits heaved on her chest and swelled tightly.
"Ohhh, you big fucker--you're killing me!" she gasped, curling her arms around his neck.
If he was killing her, she loved dying. Her knees drew up and bent wide apart. She lifted her legs and flung them around his hips, locking them by the ankles over his ass. She pushed and pulled and helped him fuck.
Sandy watched. She noted the way her mother's round heel fitted into his asscrack and massaged his anus. She noted the way her mother's hips switched and churned under the thrusts of his plunging prick.
"Ohhhh, God, Jim! You're fucking me silly! Darling, I'm going to come! Ohhh, come with me! Blast my pussy full of cum!"
"Not yet, baby?," he gasped. "But don't wait for me. Go ahead and bang it off, and I'll give you another one besides."
"Ohhhh, shit--I can't... all right, all right!" she cried, tossing her head wildly. "I can't stop! Ohhh, fuck me, fuck me harder! Here it comes! Jim! Oh, Jim! Yaaaagh!" Her pussy squeezed and sucked wildly. Her hips writhed and tossed, heaving him up and down.
His balls swung under his crotch and spanked her ass, and her thighs flexed again and again, pulling him into her deeply as she came and groaned and mewed with orgasming bliss.
"God... " Sandy whispered, awed and shaking with the sensation inside her own body.
So, that was what it was like. That was what it was really like, not just fictional descriptions.
Her pussy squirmed and shuddered about her finger, squeezing down with incredible tightness.
She gasped and snatched her finger from her cunt and leaned against the side of the cabin. She didn't want to come. Not until her father did. Then she would let it all go.
She could come right now, if she wanted. All she had to do was touch her throbbing, virginal clit. But she knew she was reaching the end of her endurance.
She couldn't remember how many times she'd come already--six, maybe seven. The last one had taken a lot of finger fucking and quick swirling of her thumb over her clit to shake loose.
She guessed coming was more like doing pushups than it was spitting, for instance. You could do just so many pushups at one time, but you could always spit. Apparently, your body had to recover after so many orgasms before you could tickle out another one.
She watched her mother come and shudder and pant harshly. Her legs unlocked from around her father's ass and fell limply to the bed.
"Ohhh, give me a rest, honey," she moaned.
"You're not going to poop out on me, are you?"
"I don't... oh, I don't want to. But that was such a big one. God, I feel limp!"
Jim didn't seem dismayed. In fact, he grinned slightly, as if she'd just given him a challenge he was eager to accept.
He slowed himself just a little, making easy strokes in and out of her pussy. When she had rested a moment, he bent down and kissed her mouth fully.
She sighed and wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him against her tits.
"You've got another one in there," he grinned, pumping her pussy again. "I can feel it stirring around."
"You go ahead, honey. I don't think I can."
"Bull," he said softly.
It was the same thought in Sandy's mind. Not that she knew what her mother was capable of. But she knew what she would be capable of if it were her purring pussy being stuffed.
"Come on, Daddy," she whispered softly, rooting for him.
"God, I can't believe it," Holly said, her voice full of awe. "I saw it, and I'm seeing it right now, but I still can't believe it. Her cunt's in one piece still. But look how it's so stretched! Ohhh, it must hurt'."
Sandy looked at her sister and snorted derisively. "All you need, Holly, is to have that big cherry of yours popped. Then I'll bet you could fuck a horse into that long-slitted gash of yours."
"You don't fuck the slit, smarty," Holly said, stung and miffed by the remark. "You fuck the hole. And the way you're going at yours with your finger all the time now, I'll bet you could sit on a stump and hit your butt on the ground in another day or two."
Sandy grinned through the darkness. That sounded almost fun.
Her brow wrinkled with puzzlement suddenly. Her father was pulling his prick out of her mother's cunt!
She watched the tight, wet, swollen tissues of her mother's pussy suck after it. The shaft was slick and shiny. Sandy had the terrible urge to rush in and lick it and suck it between her soft lips and make it squirm down her throat.
She gasped with surprise from the feeling. Then she watched him put his hand under her hip and urge her over.
"On your knees, honey," he said.
"Ohhhh, Jim... " she gasped heatedly.
Sandy didn't know what that meant. She knew the suggestion had made her mother very hot again.
Lori rolled quickly, needing little urging. She got to her knees and rested her upper weight on her elbows. Her tight tits hung down from her chest and jiggled, the nipples brushing the bed covers and spiking quickly.
"What's she doing!" Holly gasped, staring intently.
Sandy looked too. She saw her mother's asscheeks flare backward toward her father's straining prick. The round globes parted, and she could see the tight, rubbery, winking asshole between them.
The thought came into her mind and caused her to gasp sharply. She'd never imagined such a thing!
"He's going to fuck her asshole, Holly!" Sandy cried.
"Ohhh, ow!" Holly cringed, clenching her naked cheeks together tightly. "That'll kill her for sure! Ohhh, Mommy, don't let him fuck you in the ass!"
"Shhhh!" Sandy shushed.
She stared at the cunt lips puffing down under her mother's crotch. She watched the way her father got to his knees behind her. He held his prick stiffly in his hand. It was slick and slippery from her pussy juices.
He approached her. Sandy's butt tingled as she imagined how it would feel fucking in there. Her head spun with the images and imagined sensations.
"Ohhhh, fuck it into me, honey," Lori moaned, waggling her round, tight, spread ass back at his pointing cock.
CHAPTER FOUR
The girls watched with wide eyes and pounding hearts as their father lifted the shaft of his cock and made the spearing head point toward their mother's ass.
"Ow! Ow!" Holly whispered, wincing before contact was even made. Her butt cheeks clamped and clenched together tightly with repeated spasms, and her tight, virginal asshole sucked inward and tightly closed.
Even Sandy felt her face tingle and her breath come in short puffs of anticipation until it stopped. Everything stopped--her swirling fingers, her rocking pelvis, even the fluttering of her startled pussy.
She watched her father settle himself firmly behind his mother's ass. He reached out and smoothed his hand over the round, tight globe of a buttock.
Lori lifted her head and moaned, and her tits weaved and jiggled beneath her chest, pointing firmly downward.
"Ohhh, you big fucker," she moaned, unable to keep from pushing her butt back toward him even more, opening it even wider.
"Here it comes, honey."
"I'm ready. Ohhh, I'm so ready! Shove it into me! God, yes! I want to come again!"
"I thought you would," he gasped tightly.
He leaned forward. His prick touched her body. It spread the lips of her pussy and slid to its depths into her cunt and made her head jerk up and her ass shake.
"Ahhhhhgh!" she cried heatedly.
Sandy stared. Holly gasped. They blinked and looked again. Sandy felt her breath begin pumping in and out of her lungs again.
"He fucked her pussy!" Holly whispered loudly. Her tone was strained. There was a hint of disappointment in it, a muffled groan. "Just her pussy I" It was anticlimactic. Yet, Sandy felt waves of relief wash through her body. She felt very strange.
She let out a sharp, short snort of laughter and looked at Holly.
"Shit," she said feelingly.
"Sure fooled me, too," Holly gasped. "I guess they know better than we do, Sandy. You just can't buck a big prick like that into a tight little asshole. Hell, it just barely fits into her pussy. I still don't know why it didn't split her cunt open. Boy," she gasped. "Boy, that was close."
She held her hand over her tit and felt her heart pound strongly. After a moment, she turned her attention back to her parents. She watched her father hold her mother's hips and push back and forth.
His big prick slid in and out of her cunt. It looked as if he were piercing her firm, fleshy butt with it. It moved straight, like a pole, in and out of her body.
Lori moaned and shook her head and her ass. Her whole torso bent and screwed around as she fucked her butt back against his driving cock.
The girls saw his balls swing under his crotch as he plowed into her body. They began masturbating again. Sandy felt as if she'd been cheated somehow.
It was a new position. She took note of it. It seemed to make her father feel good. And her mother wasn't complaining about it any, either.
Her pussy was getting sore now from all the finger fucking and all the rubbing of her clit and sopping, slippery gap. Her asshole still tingled, and it pulsed in and out.
She couldn't stop wondering what it would feel like to have a prick fucked into it. She wondered if maybe Holly was right--an asshole was just too small for a big prick.
But, what about a small prick? A thin one?
How big was Foster's prick ? she wondered.
She sucked in her breath. Surely, a finger-sized prick wouldn't hurt your asshole. Hell, you shit bigger than a finger, and that didn't hurt.
She slipped her finger from her pussy and moaned. The digit was slippery and dripping with her flow of virginal juice. She sucked in her breath and reached around her naked ass and squatted slightly.
Holly noticed the movement. "What are you doing?" she asked.
"I'm going to try it," Sandy whispered shakily.
"With your finger?"
"Uh-huh."
Holly licked her lips and watched Sandy, even though her parents were stroking and fucking faster and faster.
Sandy felt the tight, rubbery mouth of her anus. Her fingertip slid over it. She squatted more, spreading her thighs and her butt cheeks. Her pussy lip drooled a string of honeyed juice.
She wriggled and twisted the end of her finger. It slipped into her anus, up to the first knuckle.
"Ohhhh, God!" she moaned, her face going slack.
"What does it feel like?" Holly whispered.
"Ohhh, it's good!"
"I--I don't believe it!" Holly gasped, sucking in her breath.
Sandy looked at her. "I'll show you, you stubborn little pussy. Squat down. Open your butt."
Sandy slipped her finger from her anus. It pulsed and jittered and tingled and wanted the finger back. Her pussy spasmed in concert with it.
Holly hesitated. Her hand swirled over her clit quickly and made her virginal body zing with pleasure.
"Sandy, no," she gasped. "I'll do it to myself."
"Bull. I know you. Open your butt. It doesn't hurt, Holly. It feels good. Here, I'll juice up my finger again so it'll slip right up your ass."
She parted her pussy lips with the fingers of her other hand and assumed a bowlegged stance. Holly watched avidly as her sister pushed her finger into the tiny slit.
"Ohhhh, I wish I could do that," she moaned. Sandy grinned with that superior feeling again and put on an extra little show for Holly. She squirmed her finger around in her pussy and got it sopping, keeping her cunt open wide all the while.
In her exuberance, she rasped the edge of her hymen, and it was all she could do to keep from crying out. She didn't want Holly to know that she was still capable of hurting herself. She wanted Holly to think that she could fuck anything up her pussy.
"There," she gasped, snatching her finger out, holding it up oddly so that the juice wouldn't run down into her palm. "Come on, open your butt before it dries."
"Sandy... "
"Come on!"
Holly hesitated a moment longer, then faced the window again. She looked inside. She felt Sandy's hand at her asscheeks. Her whole crotch was trembling.
She was a little afraid to do this, but she felt cheated in the worst way. Sandy could fingerfuck herself, and Holly couldn't. Sandy seemed very aggressive and inventive, but Holly could think only of the pain fucking might cause.
She had to do something to catch up. In just one afternoon, she'd fallen way behind Sandy. She also couldn't shake the nagging notion that Sandy hadn't wanted to go to the marina tonight for a Coke at all.
The wet, slippery fingertip touched her asshole. "Oh!" she cried sharply. But it wasn't just the finger.
Through the window, she saw her father and mother. Her mother's ass was twisting and swiveling in every direction. Her tits hung down and jiggled. Her mouth was open, and her tongue circled over her slack lips as she moaned and groaned and looked ready to come.
Holly's pussy flapped and fluttered. Her anus pulsed in and out against Sandy's slippery, pushing finger. But she wouldn't let the finger in yet.
Then she gasped. "Look, Sandy!"
Sandy stopped trying to screw her finger up her sister's asshole and looked through the window again. Her father had pulled his cock out of her mother's pussy.
It dripped with her juice and shone in the light. It throbbed redly, and the wet tip swelled and shrank with each beat of his heart.
"Ready, honey?" he rasped huskily.
"Ohhhh, yes, darling--yes!" Lori moaned.
She braced her knees wider on the bed. The girls watched closely. Sandy's palm still cupped Holly's tight little rump, and her fingertip was sucked on by her asshole, but she was absorbed with what her parents were going to do next.
They both looked on the verge of coming hard. But how could they come when they weren't fucking?
She got her answer. It made her suck in her breath and gasp harshly.
Her father aimed his cock. He spread his wife's asscheeks with his thumbs and exposed her pulsing, red-brown anal mouth, all puckered and wrinkled and pulsing in and out.
He put his cockhead to it and leaned forward, pushing slowly.
"Ah!" Lori croaked. "Ah, God! Oh! Ohhhh, yes! Fuck! Darling, fuck! Fuck it up my ass! All the way! Ohhhhhh, God!"
Air snorted from Sandy's nose. "They're doing it!" she cried tightly.
She didn't have to say that. Holly could see it clearly. Her own anus pulsed and trembled under the pressure of Sandy's fingertip, and then an amazing thing happened.
Her asshole went slack and began to open up!
"Ohhhh, Sandy!" she choked.
Sandy felt it too. Her finger was being sucked into the dark warmth of her sister's ass. The tight little mouth gobbled her finger down like some warm little animal.
Holly danced and squirmed. "Ohhhh!" she moaned. She pushed back. Sandy's finger slipped wetly up her asshole until the dainty palm cupped her cheeks and couldn't go any farther.
"Yaaaaah, it's wonderful, Sandy!" she cried, shaking her ass back and forth.
Sandy gasped. Her sister was in heaven, just as her mother was. Her mother cried out with long, low moans of bliss as the big prick slid all the way up her butt and her cheeks became flattened by the pressure of Jim's thighs against them.
"Do me! Do me, Holly!" Sandy cried.
With her free arm, she grabbed Holly's wrist and shaped the fingers of her hand so that the middle one was extended.
"Ohhhh, Sandy!" Holly cried softly. She jumped and shook, squirming her ass back against Sandy's finger, making it fuck in and out of her tight, thrilled butt hole.
"Quick, Holly! Shove it up my ass and fuck me with it!"
She placed Holly's hand behind her round, pouting rump and tried to cram the stiff finger up her asshole, but it was too dry. She moaned and squatted and made it slide up her pussy, not caring that it was fatter than her own finger and rasped painfully through the hole in her cherry.
"Ohhhh, your pussy's so wet! It's so silky and hot up there! Oh, God--I love the feel of your hot cunt!" Holly cried, wriggling her finger in the satiny soup of her sister's pussy.
Sandy thought it felt good too, but she wanted the other. She wanted to experience it all.
She slipped the digit from her twat and bent her knees to the side and made her asscrack open wide. She forced the tip of the wet, cunt-slick finger to her asshole and shoved.
"Ahhhhhhgh!" she crooned, sucking in air quickly. "Ohhhh, fuck me, Holly! Fuck my ass!"
"Look! They're going to come! Ohhh, Sandy, your finger's all the way up my butt, just like Daddy's prick!"
"I know, I know--yours too! Oh, shit! I'm going to come! God, am I going to come!"
She swirled her free hand over her pussy, ramming her thumb up her sore cunt at the same time. She felt Holly's plunging, twirling, fucking finger on the other side of her vaginal membrane, and her cherry fairly shrieked with pain, threatening to rupture and spurt blood at any moment.
Inside the house, her parents gasped and shuddered. Her father shoved his big prick all the way into her mother's asshole, falling against her rump, flattening her round, firm butt cheeks.
He lay half over her back. He wrapped his hands around her body and fondled her tits with one, while he reached for her pussy with the other.
"Ohhhh, Jim! Jim!" Lori gasped.
"God, your asshole's squeezing my prick all around!"
"Play with my pussy! Yes! Ohhh, yes! Like that! God--oh! Ohhh, my clit! Roll it! Fuck my ass! Your thumb, honey--your thumb! Something up... my cunt... Hnnnngh! Ahhhhhhgh! God, I'm coming--cominnnnng!" She shrieked and shuddered violently. Her asshole sucked and pulled at his throbbing prick, milking a bucket of come from it.
His balls compacted and pumped, hosing spurt after jet up her asshole. He filled her tunnel so completely the white cream spurted and oozed and shot out backwards.
It dripped down his balls and fell to the bed. His hand swirled and shook over her pussy. His thumb fucked in and out of her cunt, stroking his milked prick through the thin membrane at the same time.
"Yaaaaaagh!" he shouted, opening his mouth wide, the bellow coming from deep in his throat.
They pushed and pulled and shook together until they couldn't stay upright any more.
Lori's arms collapsed, and she sprawled on the bed on her belly, her tits digging into the bedding.
He went with her. The force of their bouncing landing shoved his cock another fraction of an inch into her stuffed butt hole and made her yell again.
Then she tried to curl her knees under her body as she thrashed and churned and shook her stuffed, flooded ass back against her big-pricked husband, coming and coming as if she would never stop.
Outside, the same thing was happening to the girls. They danced and hopped, their arms pistoning up and down as they masturbated their virginal pussies and throbbing clits.
They grabbed each other's asses and shoved fingers deep into pulsing, sucking assholes, fucking each other with them, each girl palming and squeezing and fondling the other one's shaking, clenching rump.
CHAPTER FIVE
That night had been a devastating experience for Sandy. It had taken her all the next day and half of this one to recuperate from it.
Her body tingled constantly. It wouldn't stop. And yet her pussy and clit were too sore to touch, and she had to mince around and moan and press her pussy against the ground to try to ease the tingling in it.
During the afternoon, when they were on the island again, she pushed her hand into her bikini panties and found that she could finger fuck herself without hurting herself.
She was ready, then.
"Ohhhh, God," she moaned.
Holly looked across at her and saw what she was doing in her trunks, her knuckles bumping out the material and wriggling.
"Again, Sandy?" Holly asked, moving to her side and watching. "Gosh, I didn't know you were so horny. I don't understand why you didn't figure out how to masturbate a long time ago."
Holly watched a moment longer and then licked her lips. She pushed the top of her suit down and bared her dark-fringed pussy and started in on her own cunt, lying back and moaning.
"Ohhhh, it feels good, doesn't it. Shall we do it? Oh, I want to do it, Sandy, don't you?"
Sandy looked over at her sister. She drew her hand from her panties. She watched Holly play with herself. That superior feeling came over her again.
"You go ahead and play with your pussy, Holly. I'll wait."
Holly stopped and opened her eyes and glanced at Sandy. "What do you mean?" She hadn't thought much of Sandy's tone of voice.
Sandy shrugged, feeling her tits lift and swell in a womanly way inside her halter. "Just what I said, Holly. You play with yourself and come and waste it all on your hand. I've got something better in mind."
Holly sat up. "What, Sandy?" she asked, frowning in puzzlement, noticing something strange and aloof about her sister.
"I'm going to get fucked."
Holly stared at her. She blinked. She didn't know whether to laugh or not. She shivered slightly, feeling a little scary. She was just beginning to enjoy masturbating and coming with her sister in this new, close relationship between them.
"Sandy, don't say that."
"Why?"
"You know you don't mean it."
"Quit playing with yourself like a little kid and get in the boat with me, and we'll go see if I'm kidding."
"Sandy!" she cried.
"Come on. I'll go without you, if you're too chicken to watch. Hell," she said with contempt, "I thought I'd give you a thrill and a half and maybe let you get fucked too, but if you're going to act that way about it, I don't want you tagging along like a dumb little chicken-shit sister."
"Sandy!"
"Come on, then," she said, getting up.
She stretched lithely, feeling her tits push sensitively against her halter. She felt her knees shake just a little. There was a sense of finality to it now.
She couldn't back down at this point. She'd made the challenge to Holly. She'd boasted. Now she would have to go through with it no matter how shaky-kneed she was.
"Where?" Holly gasped. "Who?"
"You know who. I've had my eye on him and my pussy watering for him ever since we got here."
"Foster Emmons?" Holly cried.
"Uh-huh." At just the mention of his name, Sandy's pussy writhed and leaked a dollop of honeyed juice into her panties.
"But he's so old, Sandy! Besides, he's already got a girl--that dark-haired one. Elaine?" Holly laughed lightly. "Hell, Sandy, he won't even look at you!"
Sandy's lips compressed. "He'll look at my tight little ass and my virgin pussy, you little brat," she shot. "Just for that, you're going to come along whether you want to or not!"
The challenge was final now. Absolute. There was positively no way of backing out at this point.
She marched down the shore to the motorboat and got in. She looked back at her sister.
"You'd better come now, Holly, or I'll leave you here on this island. I'm ready to go get fucked!" She started the outboard. Holly ran toward the boat, knowing that Sandy meant it. She hopped in. Sandy made the boat roar backwards and then reversed the engine and sent the boat at full throttle in the direction of the marina.
When she pulled alongside the low dock at the marina, Sandy's pulse began to hammer. She searched the whole area for Foster and didn't see him.
She nearly chickened out and steered away and goosed the putt-putt back to the cabin. But then he came sauntering out of the building, looking at the boat, shading his eyes against the sun.
Sandy's pussy shoo, and her buttocks clenched. Her breath stuck in her throat for a long moment as she looked at him. The sun caught him fully as he walked along the dock.
It gleamed from the golden tan of his chest. It highlighted the bleached waves in his hair. It made shadows at the crotch of his ragged cutoffs and outlined the bulge of prick and balls cupped there by his shorts.
He grinned when he saw them clearly, and the sun gleamed from his white teeth. He reached down and took a mooring rope around the bow cleat and then stood with his hands on his hips and looked down at them, at Holly first and then at Sandy.
His eyes seemed to linger on her body, taking in the sharp thrust of her tits behind the halter, the smoothness of her thighs and the flare of her hips and pouting ass.
"Well, hello girls," he smiled. "What can I do for you--fill the tank?"
"Uh--yes," Sandy said.
She stood up. Her knees were rubbery. She tried to hop off the boat onto the dock gracefully, and she nearly sprawled on her face like a clumsy oaf.
"Hey, watch it!" Foster cried, reaching out agilely.
He caught her arm with one hand and her tit with the other. Sandy was sure it was accidental. But then he grinned and didn't seem in any hurry to move his hand once she'd caught her balance.
"Thanks," she gasped. "I nearly did it, didn't I."
"My pleasure," he said gently, finally moving his hand. He turned to Holly. "Want me to help you out too?" Sandy wasn't sure, but she thought he was looking right at Holly's bigger, rounder tit and itching to give it a good squeeze too.
"I can make it," Holly said, hopping onto the deck quickly. Her bikini had slit partway up over her asscheek. She reached back and pulled it down. Foster watched her intently, and Sandy felt a tinge of irritation.
She shouldn't have brought Holly along. Hell, maybe Foster was more attracted to Holly than to her.
He went off to get the hose and pulled it toward the boat. He hopped into the boat and started filling the small thank, then squinted up at them.
"How long you girls gonna be here?"
"I don't know for sure," Sandy said. Then she thought quickly. "A long time, I expect. Maybe the whole summer."
"You're staying up to Fred Sheldon's cabin, aren't you."
"That's right."
"Yeah. I drove by the other day and saw you down by the beach. That's a nice little bikini you got there."
He leered at it openly--or at the snug little body wrapped tightly inside it. Sandy's breath sucked in again, and her pussy quivered deep inside.
He stopped filling the tank and screwed the cap on and hopped out of the boat. He dragged the hose back to the pump and set the nozzle in place and turned around.
"Anything else I can do for you?" he asked.
He was grinning openly. His teeth gleamed in the sun and nearly blinded her. His voice was low and cuddly, and she couldn't help shivering slightly. She wished she could think of something grown-up and snappy to respond with.
"I--I... she stammered.
Damn, why did she bring Holly along!
Sandy stood beside him dumbly. She said the first crazy thing that came to her swimming mind.
"That girl--the dark-haired one I've seen you with... "
"Elaine?"
"Is--is she your girl?"
He grinned. He put an elbow on the pump and his hand on his hairy head and looked at her.
"We got a thing going," he said finally. He stared at her tits and swept his eyes up and down her scantily clad body.
He did it openly, suggestively, undressing her and looking at her pussy and fluttering lips and drenched gap as he did it. He leaned in such a way as to make his genital bulge stick out in a big hump at his crotch.
"Well... " Sandy gulped after the silence had stretched an interminable time.
"Why'd you ask?"
"Oh--I just wondered... if it was anything... serious."
He grinned more broadly. "Nothing she wouldn't understand about if I was to maybe see another girl," he said.
"Oh."
She didn't know what to do, what to say. She couldn't just blurt it out. Holly was only a few paces away, and she was listening to everything.
He continued to lean against the pump. "I need some money," he said. He casually dipped his head and glanced at the dials. "Sixty-five cents, to be exact."
"I... well, I don't have it with me," Sandy stammered. God, she felt dumb'. Falling out of the boat like a clod, and now getting gas and forgetting that she didn't have any money.
"Guess I'll have to keep the boat here, then, until you come back with it." He squinted toward the setting sun again. "Trouble is, by the time you get home and back, I'll be gone."
Sandy didn't know what to do. If anything happened to Uncle Fred's boat, her father would kill her. And her mother would be miffed over the need to have to run back and forth in the dark or leave the boat out overnight.
"Isn't there something else I can do?" she asked. He grinned again. "Maybe," he drawled.
"Can you charge it to my father?"
"Nope."
"Then what?"
"Well, how about if I loan you the sixty-five cents and you run the boat home and then come right back with it?"
"All right!" she cried, feeling relieved. She turned quickly.
"Wait a minute," he grinned, looking over the pouting, rounded curve of her sweet little ass. "I won't be here. I live down the path. See that place there behind the point? That's mine. You bring me the money there, okay? I'll buy you a beer for your trouble. Oh, maybe I better not. How old are you?"
"Seventeen," she lied. It was preposterous. She didn't know why she'd said that. She looked closer to twelve.
"Well, then your parents wouldn't mind if you stayed out a while, huh?"
"N-no."
"Bring your friend along with you," he said, making something of an order out of it.
"Holly's my sister," Sandy said, glancing at her for the first time.
"Yeah?" He licked his lips and looked at Holly too, his eyes sweeping over her body and her skimpy bikini. "Well, that's even better."
"Better?"
"Yeah. Your parents," he said. "They won't think anything about both of you going for a walk around the lake."
"Why should they think anything?"
He shrugged. "Maybe they're afraid you'll get fucked."
The word shocked through Sandy. It had been uppermost in her mind all this while. She'd wanted to screw up the courage from somewhere to say it herself but hadn't been able to. And he'd said it so casually she wasn't sure she'd heard it.
Now that she had, a mischievous gleam came into her eye. "What's the matter with getting fucked?"
"Nothing," he said. "It's fun. But some parents have a thing about it. It was all right for them when they were kids, but not for their daughters, know what I mean?"
"Exactly," Sandy said, thinking about what she'd overheard her mother admit--that her father had started fucking her when they were fifteen- only a year older than she was now.
"You like to fuck?" he asked boldly.
Sandy looked him in the eye, feeling dizzy and inordinately brave suddenly. She pushed her tits out and watched him look at them. She cocked her hips and knew the saucy appearance she made.
"I love it," she said boldly.
He grinned and pushed his prick at her furtively. "How about your sister?"
"She loves it too."
"Sandy!" Holly gasped, speaking for the first time.
"We'll be back in a little while," Sandy said abruptly, moving away from him.
She felt his eyes on her swaying, tight ass as she walked down the dock toward Holly. She resisted the urge to run. She focused all her excitement and tingling and sense of unabashed daring on Holly and let it turn into half a tirade.
She grabbed Holly's arm and turned her around and led her to the boat in a firm march.
"You dumb little cunt, are you trying to screw it up?" Sandy demanded, growling into Holly's ear in a way that would make Foster think they were having a friendly chat.
"Ow!" Holly cried softly, trying to draw her wrist from the surprisingly tight grip. "Jeez, Sandy! What have you done! You know Mom and Dad won't let us out of the house!"
"Sure, they will. Daddy will love it. He'll get to fuck Mommy again, just like the other night. And this time we'll live up to his expectations and get fucked ourselves!"
She pushed Holly into the boat and got in herself. She yanked the starter rope, waved at Foster, who was still leaning against the pump grinning and watching them, and putted out into the lake.
Sandy, I don't want to go!" Holly cried fearfully, wringing her hands.
"You're going," Sandy said firmly.
"Why?"
"Because he said so. Besides, how will you know if I've been fucked unless you watch it happen, huh?"
"I can look at your pussy and see if you still have your cherry."
"That's no way. Maybe I could just shove my finger up my cunt and break it that way. What the hell's the matter with you, Holly? Don't you want to get fucked by a big stiff prick? You sure did the other night when you watched Mom and Dad."
"I--I'm afraid, Sandy," she whined. "It'll hurt like blazes, I just know it will! Besides, I don't like Foster all that much. In fact, I think he's kind of creepy. I don't know what you see in him."
"It's what I hope to see, dummy--his big prick!" She shuddered suddenly and grabbed her pussy and squeezed it tightly. "God, I can't wait to feel that thick cock going up, all the way into my eager pussy!"
"Sandy, I don't want to get fucked!" Holly cried.
"Then don't, chicken liver. Just sit in the corner and watch me have all the fun. God, I'm going to come and come. I'm going to fling my legs in the air and scream!"
Holly didn't say any more. She held her hands tightly in her lap, pressing in against her pussy, and she nibbled her lower lip in dread.
They docked at Uncle Fred's cabin and went up the beach into the trees. Sandy stopped her sister before going inside.
"Now, listen carefully. I'm going to con Daddy out of a dollar. That way, we can bring Cokes back from the marina and make it look as if we've just gone for another stroll."
"How're you going to do that? You know what he's like about money since he got laid off."
"Let me handle that," Sandy said, not quite certain herself. "But then we're going to change clothes and wear baggy old jeans. Then we're going to eat. Then we're going to stroll out of here like the other night and walk to his place."
"But he said to get right back."
Sandy grinned wisely. "I know what he said. He had me all messed up there on the dock, and your being there didn't help me think any. But I've been thinking on the way back."
She took a deep breath and made her tits thrust out. "We're going to let him think we're pretty casual about all this. We're not going to hurry back, and we're not going to wear these skimpy bikinis. You can't appear too eager, Holly. You've got to play it cool."
Holly nodded attentively. Sandy sounded as if she knew what she was talking about. Where she learned, Holly didn't think to ask herself.
After dinner, Sandy managed to get her father alone in the kitchen. She was still in her bikini. She stood in front of him, arching her spine slightly so that her tits and her shapely ass jutted curvingly from her body.
"Daddy, is it all right if Holly and I go for another walk tonight?" she asked innocently.
He looked at her, and she could nearly watch the wheels turn in his head and make his prick fill and lift.
"Well, yeah--it's all right with me. Where are you going?"
"Oh, down to the marina, around in the woods." She snuggled closer. "We'll take our time again," she said softly. She winked at him and gave him a pretty smile.
He grinned broadly, and his face went red. "Smart little tit, aren't you," he said.
"Not so little any more, Daddy. Getting bigger all the time."
He looked down at her chest and grinned again. "Sure--go for a long walk."
She turned away. At the same time, she reached behind her back and undid the snap of her halter, as if undressing on the run in order to get into her jeans. She turned back when the snap was undone, and the halter sagged from her tits, revealing them nearly completely.
"Oh, can I have a dollar for Cokes and stuff, Daddy?" she asked innocently.
He paused. She let the halter slip past the tipped end of one tit. Her pink nipple jutted into the room and stared right at him. He stared right back and sucked in his breath.
Sandy didn't pull the halter back up. She let her father look all he wanted to. The sensation was oddly thrilling, and she felt her pussy squirm. She wondered suddenly if she could get her father to fuck his big horny prick into her pussy, and the thought made her heart hammer in her chest.
"A--dollar?" Jim choked, still staring at her perfect, fresh, tight tit. "Uh--uh... " he stammered.
Sandy moved closer. She stood right in front of him. She dropped the other cup of the halter, and she could nearly feel the heat radiating from him as he stared down at both her tits.
"Isn't this worth a dollar, Daddy?" she asked sweetly.
He swallowed hard. "Why don't you ask me for ten?" he quipped, not quite knowing what to make of this sudden change in his daughter. Or of the feelings stirring and swirling inside him.
"How about fifty dollars, Daddy?" she dared.
His expression changed. His face went chalky. "This is getting out of hand, Sandy," he choked.
"I'd rather have it in hand, Daddy."
She was panting and puffing and flushing nearly as heavily as he was. She didn't understand it herself. She'd never, ever, said things like this to anybody, let alone her own father. She didn't even say them to Foster, and she was going to fuck him in just a little while.
Maybe it was because she'd been so tongue-tied with Foster a little while ago. And maybe, just maybe, she didn't want to get her cherry popped by him any more than Holly did. Maybe she wanted her father to do it.
The thought left her mouth dry and her tits swollen and trembling for the touch of his hands and lips and her pussy squirming and flowing for the feel of his big, thrusting prick.
She would never know how it might have turned out, because her mother came into the kitchen. They both heard her coming just in time.
Sandy lifted her halter back up over her tits quickly, and Jim shoved his hand into his pocket and brought forth a dollar bill just as Lori stepped into the kitchen.
"What are you two doing in here so long?" she asked, her tone normal and unsuspecting.
"The girls are going for a walk again," Jim said. "I'm giving her a buck for Cokes and stuff."
Lori paused. She exchanged glances with her husband and couldn't suppress a slight smile of anticipation. "Well, all right," she said, putting in a show of reluctance. "Be sure to bring back the change, honey. We don't have too many of those lying around these days."
Why not? Sandy thought.
"I will, Mom," she said.
She hurried from the room, imagining the startled expression on her mother's face when she cupped his prick and found it already stiff and throbbing.
CHAPTER SIX
Sandy was feeling tipsy already, and she hadn't even gagged down half the beer Foster had given her. She felt alarmingly loose and warm inside, and his white-toothed smile seemed prettier than she'd remembered it.
He sat on the couch beside her in his bathrobe. He'd been taking a shower when they'd come. That was what he said. He wasn't wet, and the bathroom hadn't been steamy.
Holly sat in a chair across from them and watched them and wrung her hands nervously. Soft music came from a stereo in the corner, and a fire burned softly in a stone hearth, totally unnecessary in the warm evening but adding a cozy touch all the same.
"Oooo, I don't think I'd better drink any more of this beer," Sandy giggled, feeling her head spin again.
He watched her, grinning. "Suits me," he said. "I'm getting impatient to fuck you, anyway."
Sandy's head turned, and the room spun again. "What makes you think I'm impatient to fuck you?" she challenged.
"Aw, don't play games, baby," he said. "That's what you came here for. You and your sister."
"I did not!" Holly interjected.
Foster ignored her. He reached down the couch for Sandy and took her in his arms and kissed her passionately on the lips.
Sandy puffed through her nose and stared at him, going cross-eyed doing it. His hand came up and cupped her tit and squeezed it gently.
Just like that! she thought.
She wanted out. Holly had been right. He was a creepy, crude jerk, not worth her cherry or the sixty-five cents either one.
"No, don't... " she gasped.
He grinned against her mouth and moved his hand from her tit to her crotch. He squeezed her pussy through her jeans and moved his hand up and down.
Sandy moaned and felt her thighs melt apart.
She didn't seem to be able to stop it from happening. She gasped. His tongue slid between her lips as he Frenched her deeply, reaching for the back of her throat.
Her body blazed. Flames leaped through it, consuming her. "Oh, God!" she gasped.
He took her dainty hand and slid it into the gap of his robe. Her fingers touched his big prick. It was hard and throbbing, and it felt twice as big as her father's had looked.
"That's it, honey," he breathed. "Grab hold and feel that big dick. That's what's going to get fucked into your hot, twitchy little pussy in just a minute. It's what you want. You've made that clear enough for the past two weeks. Besides, you love fucking, remember?"
"Ohhhhh, God!" Sandy gasped. "I didn't... I was... Ohhh, don't... "
"Hey, quit being such a little kid. You can't go off and leave a guy hard as iron like this. You play around, you got to come across. It's an unwritten law, like. A girl seventeen should know a thing or two like that."
"I'm not--I was lying! I'm not seventeen!"
"Hell, I know that. So what? You got to start sometimes. You ever been fucked?"
"N-No!" Sandy cried, wishing she could close her thighs, wishing his beer that he'd surely spiked with something powerful would make the room stop spinning.
"Well, then--you're in for the treat of your life. Come on, let's get you out of those baggy pants and into the bedroom."
He undid them so swiftly and surely and commandingly that Sandy didn't have a chance to try to stop him. When they gaped and showed the red triangle of her nylon panties, he stared down and licked his lips.
He reached into the gap and pushed his hand to her pussy, his fingers massaging gently and excitingly.
"Damn!" he said softly. "It's nearly bald! Ohhh, honey, let's take a look at that sweet pussy of yours!"
He came around her and began lifting her from the couch. Sandy couldn't resist. She felt drugged. Not only wouldn't her muscles work right, but her pussy was ablaze and throbbing. She felt as if she would come any moment, without even any stimulation.
Foster paused with her in his arms- He looked at Holly. "You come here just to watch?"
"Yes," Holly choked, shrinking back in a kind of fear. She kept looking at Sandy, wondering what was wrong with her.
"Swell!" Foster said. "I like group stuff. Come on in the bedroom. Bring that beer with you. You drink some of it, you'll want to get in on the fun too and not just watch."
So! It was spiked with something! Sandy's head spun again as he carried her into the bedroom.
There was a wide, wide bed there. She'd never seen a bed that wide. It could hold six people. Maybe it had. Maybe it did, regularly.
Holly followed them. She felt confused. She didn't know whether to run for help or whether Sandy was just overcome with terrible heat. She knew damn sure that if Sandy was limp from wanting to fuck and Holly ran out and brought somebody back and spoiled it, there would be war for the next five years.
So, she went into the bedroom and sat on the corner of the huge bed and wrung her hands in her lap, surreptitiously pressing them against her pussy in spite of herself.
Foster laid Sandy on the big bed. He smoothly stripped her jeans and red panties from her hips, baring her blond-fuzzed pussy. He gave a soft whistle of appreciation, and his prick strained rigidly through the gap in his robe.
Holly stared at it and watched it throb. She felt her cunt wince, imagining how it would feel breaking through her cherry and shoving to the back of her pussy.
"Man, that's nice cunt!" Foster said.
"Ohhhh," Sandy moaned, squirming beneath his gaze. She was conscious of everything. Even though the room turned, there was something else at work in her. Something that increased her heat by a hundred degrees.
He touched the soft, firm flesh of her inner thigh. Her legs sprang open, and her hips bucked up.
"Ohhhh, fuck me!" she gasped.
She didn't know where that had come from. It had just slipped out. And yet she wanted that more than anything in the world right now.
Her hips bucked up and down on the wide bed, and she felt her pussy lips bloat apart impossibly wide, opening her pussy all the way to his searching gaze.
"Look at that cunt, Holly," Foster said, drawing back to slip his robe from his body.
Holly stared at his thrusting cock instead. Breath sucked into her lungs and stuck there.
"Ohhhh, it's huge!" she gasped.
"Like my prick, huh?" Foster grinned. He waggled it toward her. "Your sweet-cunted little sister's gonna like it, too."
"She's my big sister."
"No shit!" he said. He stared at her, then back at Sandy. "How come you got bigger tits?"
"I--I don't know," Holly stammered, unable to take her eyes from his prick and hairy balls.
"She's got a hairier pussy, too," Sandy gasped.
"Sandy!"
"Show him, Holly! Ohhh, show him your hairy pussy and let him fuck it! Ohhhh, fuck mine, Foster--hurry!"
"How about it, Holly? Want to get out of your baggy pants that aren't hiding the sweet curves of that nice little ass at all and join in the fun?"
She looked at him speechlessly. She shook her head.
"You don't have to fuck. I'll bet you got a pussy that tastes like honey. You come up here beside your sister, and I'll suck it off for you while I'm fucking her. That way, you don't have to miss out."
"Ohhhh, stop trying to get her and come fuck me open, you big bastard!" Sandy groaned.
Her hips jerked up and down. Her pussy snapped and sucked. She couldn't stop from clamping her hand over her little slit and masturbating furiously.
Foster watched her do it a minute and grinned, taking hold of his prick and sliding his fist up and down it.
"I'll be damned," he said. "I think maybe she told the truth for once. You really a cherry, baby?"
He didn't wait for an answer. He got onto the bed and bent over between Sandy's spread legs. He watched her fingers swirl over her clit and the stiff middle one slip in and out of her drenched, drooling pussy.
He moved her hand away, despite her groan of protest. He put his fingertips to her puffy cunt flaps and pried them completely open. He looked down at her pink, trembling pussy meat, at the juicy, tight hole of her vagina.
He saw the thin fringe of her cherry, and his prick throbbed hotly.
"By God is," he said huskily. "Man, I gotta eat that beautiful pussy before I fuck it and come in it and get it all messed up with hot cream."
He dipped his head. His tongue licked out. He ran the flat of it up her swollen, tiny gap and circled her clit with it, making the little organ strain upward stiffly.
She banged off hard and quick. It shook the air from her lungs with a big groaning whoosh.
Her hips lifted high, and her pussy fell wide open and sucked at his covering mouth. Juice drooled from her hole so rapidly, it nearly squirted.
"Yaaaaagh!" she cried again.
She might have come again. She wasn't sure. One right after the other. It felt like it. The sensation was incredibly intense.
"Hot, man," Foster said huskily. "That's the way I like 'em. Too bad Elaine and Pete aren't here. We could have a hell of a party."
"Ohhhh, fuck me! Fuck me!" Sandy cried.
He lapped at her pussy and sucked his tongue back into his mouth and savored her flavor.
"Mramm, in a minute, baby, in a minute." He looked at Holly.
"You want a lick, sweetie? That's table-grad cunt. Come on, let me see you suck your sister's pussy."
Holly stared at him wide-eyed and shook her head, hardly able to breathe any more.
"You want me to suck yours? Any time, honey, you just slip out of those pants, and I'll make your box bang like a cave full of dynamite."
"I don't want to get fucked!" Holly repeated, her voice hoarse.
"I didn't say fuck. Hey, you gotta trust me, baby. I'm gonna have all the fucking I can handle from your sister, here. Boy, I haven't seen a couple of straights like you for a long time. Come on, drink some beer and get with it. This is for fun!" He turned back to Sandy's crotch and stared into it and licked his lips and made sounds of pleasure. He dipped his head and covered her whole little twat with his mouth.
"Eeeee!" Sandy cried. "Ohhhh, Holly--he's sucking my whole cunt into his mouth! Ohhh, he's fucking his tongue into my pussy and twirling it around and... ahhhhhgh, I'm coming again!"
Her small body twisted and heaved and shuddered, and there was no doubt about the force of her orgasm. Her pussy seemed to suck in and then blow open inside the warm cavern of his mouth.
Her virginal pussy muscles clenched and squeezed and spasmed, and juice flowed from her hole onto his tongue and trickled down his throat.
She felt his tongue run in and out of her vaginal mouth, then thrust in and rim the trembling edge of her cherry with the pointed tip.
Holly watched her sister's body buck and heave. She let out a heated moan and couldn't keep from digging at her pussy with her hands.
Foster kept licking and sucking Sandy's pussy, slurping the puffy petals of her silky lips into his mouth, massaging them with his lips and tongue, squeezing them.
Sandy thrashed and squealed. The room had stopped spinning in one sense, but whatever he'd put in the beer wasn't about to leave her inflamed body alone.
With the sharp, ready edge taken off her emotions, she seemed to settle into an even state of constant excitement. Each lap of his tongue, each swirl of it around her clit, each squeeze of his hands around her trembling ass and thighs sent sensation coursing through her, but it wasn't enough to make her come again.
Instead, she pushed against his mouth for more and was able to twist her body around under his tongue so that he licked her crotch anywhere she wanted him to.
Holly watched it all happen. She watched the busy, darting tongue lick and stab into every part of Sandy's crotch. She watched her sister thrash and heard her moan, and it was a constant thing.
While he was busy with her, Holly couldn't keep from undoing her jeans. She loosened them and thrust her hand into her panties and fingered her pussy frantically.
She must have moaned or something, because Foster lifted his head and looked around at her and grinned.
"That's the girl," he said. "Play with your pussy. Have fun with it. That's what it's for. Come on, take that stuff all the way off and spread your legs and really have a got at it. In a minute, you won't be able to resist, because I'm about to fuck this running, honeyed twat of hers, and you won't want to miss a stroke."
Holly moaned. She kept her hand thrust into her pants while he looked at her. But it wasn't until he'd turned back to Sandy that she pushed them down over her hips and buttocks and bared her dark-fringed pussy.
"Ohhhh, fuck me, Foster--fuck me!" Sandy cried, over and over. "The hell with her! Forget her! Fuck me! Give me that big prick! Ohhh, pop my goddamn cherry with it and fuck it into me!"
She gasped and panted. Her eyes rolled in her head with sexual heat. She mauled her tits on her chest, pulling them and squeezing them and making the nipples spike redly.
Foster grinned into her nearly bald pussy. He scooped his hands under her tight asscheeks and lifted. He spread her buns and pushed his face into her crotch again, and his tongue swept up through the deep, draining grooves and crevices of her body.
"Yaaaah, my asshole!" Sandy cried, kicking her legs straight out. "He's licking my asshole!"
Her body shuddered as if it had been a tightly stretched rope he'd just plucked. Her anus pulsed in and out. Her thighs fell totally limp as he lifted her butt higher from the bed and scooted up closer to her.
He put the backs of her thighs over his shoulders and rose up over her body. Her butt rocked up, and her pussy spread incredibly wide open. It sucked and pulsed and leaked slippery juice.
She opened her eyes and saw him cover her. He propped his weight on his stiff arms and grinned down. She felt her cherry stretched to the limit of tearing by the way he'd positioned her and forced her legs open.
"So, you want to get fucked, huh?"
"Yes!" she gasped.
He pressed forward. The tip of his straining prick prodded into her crotch several times, bumping against her asshole, around her cunt lips, sliding over her inner thighs, slipping up her wet cunt cleft to press against her clit.
"Ohhhhh, God!" she cried.
"Feel that? That's a stiff prick, baby. You want it in your cunt?"
"Yes, yes, yes I" she cried.
"You're sure? Maybe you want me to lick your sweet pussy some more first?"
"No! Fuck me! Now! Ohhhh, please--do it now!"
Her ass swayed back and forth. It floated in air because of the way he had her legs wrapped over his shoulders and her weight rocking on the small of her spine.
She had never felt so open in her life. Her whole crotch pulsed and pulsed and throbbed. Juice ran over her butt cheeks as it drained freely from her cunt hole.
His prickhead probed and prodded. He teased her with it. She switched her ass back and forth and tried to capture it with the sucking, grasping mouth of her pussy.
"Ohhhh, stop teasing me and fuck me!" she nearly screamed.
Holly watched it all. She gasped and gasped. Her fingertip twirled over her straining clit again and again. She couldn't get her legs wide enough apart. She pushed her pants all the way off and then her panties.
She sat on her butt and spread her thighs wide and sawed at her drooling, trembling slit with her fingers, staining the bed with her flowing honey.
It was going to happen! It was really going to happen! Sandy was going to get fucked! She moved closer to watch, positioning herself so that she could see around his swinging balls into the pink, shuddering meat of her sister's virginal cunt.
"Ohhhh, now, now, now!" Sandy groaned, tossing her head back and forth, begging for his cock as she had never begged for anything.
"Now, it is," Foster grinned. His smile was a little shaky this time. His stiff cock throbbed up and down and swelled at the tip.
He took aim. Holly watched the tip go against Sandy's cunt mouth, right there at the quivering, juicy hole.
He pushed forward. The pink meat trembled and parted, stretching, opening tightly, wrapping around the velvety head of his prick, sucking down around it.
"Ah! Ah!" Sandy cried sharply. "Right at the mouth! Ah! It's going into my cunt! Ohhhh, so big! Throbbing! I can feel it pulse and swell! Eeeeee, my cherry!"
Foster's prick paused. The swollen, vibrating heard was nearly enfolded completely by the tight ring of pulsing silk of her slippery pussy tissues.
"Ready, baby?"
"Ahhhhhhgh!"
He plunged.
Sandy's body arched upward. Her eyes shocked open, wide and staring. Her mouth gaped. A scream tried to come through her constricted throat but wouldn't emerge.
There was a flash of sharp pain, and then it blended with the spasming vibrations of her pussy and the sensation of feeling his big, stretching cock shoved into the back of her pussy where nothing had ever been before.
"Yaaaaah, I'm fucked!" she cried finally. "Holly! Holly, I'm fucked! There's a big cock in my pussy! Ahhhhhgh!"
Holly stared and gasped and shook her hand up and down over her pussy. Mewling sounds came from her mouth.
She could see along the bottom of Foster's prick. She saw where it entered Sandy's pink, muscular cunt hole. Her pussy was clenching and grasping and milking all along the shaft imbedded in her body.
The silky muscles pulled wantonly inward like a mouth sucking hungrily on a plugged straw. She heard Sandy cry out again and again and knew by the way her pussy was pulsing and slurping that she was coming and coming all around that big, stuffing prick.
"Ohhhh!" Holly moaned heatedly, her eyes rolling, her hand swirling over her running pussy again and again.
Sharp spasms jolted through her body, and she came hard, all the while staring fixedly at her sister's upturned ass and prick-plugged pussy hole.
He began to move. His cock withdrew from her pussy halfway and went back in again. It pulled the oiled, silken tissues outward and then pushed them back.
His balls compacted under the base of his root and allowed Holly to see everything as his prick fucked in and out of the pink, shaking, pulsing pussy hole.
Sandy gasped and groaned. She flung her arms around his neck and hung from him. Her ass didn't sway so freely in the air now. It couldn't. It was skewered by his stiff cock.
Images whipped through her mind--her mother, her father, a pair of dogs she'd seen fucking once. Sensation after jolt shot through her body at the same time, and she didn't know where one orgasm left off and the other began.
It was happening to her--finally! She was getting fucked--so hugely fucked.
Foster grunted over her. He pressed into her pussy and split her thighs even wider apart. He pulled back and fucked into her body again.
He speeded up. She could feel his driving cock reach for the very bottom of her cunt tunnel. Her muscles spasmed and shook around his prick and milked him, and she felt the long, thick tube of cock flesh throb heavily.
"Ahhhhhgh!" he groaned. "Your pussy's too tight, too slick, too sweet! I can't hold it! Here it comes, baby! Drink it all up, here it comes!"
Holly's mouth fell open with shock. "Sandy, he's going to come in you! You'll get pregnant!"
"Yaaaagh!" Foster growled.
His cock bucked and pulsed and throbbed. The head danced at the mouth of her cervix. His load pumped and hosed through his fucking tube and blasted into the virginal pussy, bathing the silky tissues with their first bath of sperm.
Sandy's tight cunt couldn't hold it all. White cream spurted out around the tight ring her vaginal mouth made around his cock shaft.
There was a squishy sound, and Holly stared at the juice running out and around the mouth and down her sister's asscrack. It puddled in the mouth of her asshole and ran off into the bed.
The big prick slopped and squished and pumped in and out of the draining, super-filled hole. She watched his balls move and pump. She could see his asshole pulse and his buttocks clench as he came hard and pumped his load into Sandy's young, fresh body.
He grunted and fell against her, flattening her sharp tits. His prick filled her tunnel and throbbed out the last bolts of sperm. He panted harshly, his lips against her cheek.
"You made her pregnant!" Holly cried, her voice anguished.
"Naw, I'm fixed!" he panted. "No worry, no worry. Ohhhh, bring that sweet pussy over here and let me suck on it, baby."
Holly shivered with terrible heat. She didn't know what to do. She shook her hand over her cunt and wanted to come again and again in the worst way.
"Holly, come on," Sandy moaned, still gasping. "Let him suck you off! Ohhh, let him fuck you! Ohhh, don't stop fucking me, Foster!"
Holly mewed and stumbled across the bed, getting beside them. She looked down into her sister's passion-inflamed face, and she couldn't hold back any longer.
"Yes, yes!" she cried, falling onto her back, spreading her legs wide. She shifted her tight butt even with their heads and tipped her pussy up and open. "Suck it, suck it! But please don't fuck it, Foster!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Foster stared into the tissue-fringed mouth of her virginal pussy, and his cock throbbed and stretched inside Sandy's clenching cunt.
He started pumping slowly in and out of her pussy again, and Sandy tossed her head and moaned.
"Ohhhh, yes, like that! Fuck me! Ohhhh, fuck me again and again--all night long!"
She tipped her head to the side. Holly's open pussy was right in front of her eyes. She saw the undercurve of her thigh and round, tight buttocks as her sister arched her leg over the top of Sandy's head. The other leg stretched parallel to hers and Foster's bodies, but the knee was bent slightly and to the side.
Her dark-fuzzed twat was wide open. From her vantage point, Sandy could see Holly's tight little asshole pulsing in the deep cleft between her cheeks.
Sandy moaned. She'd never looked at Holly's pussy up this close before. It was exciting. The pink tissues sucked and pulsed. They were coated with flowing honey, and the aroma was very heady.
She watched Holly spread her pussy lips wide apart with the tips of her fingers. The heavily fringed cherry was still there, blocking the silken tunnel of her cunt.
Her clit strained upward from the top of her cleft, and Sandy stared at it, licking her lips, getting a powerful urge to suck the little prod between her lips and flip it with her tongue.
"Ohhhh, suck it!" Holly moaned. "Please suck it!"
Sandy watched Foster bend down. She saw his tongue come out. It all happened just inches from her eyes. The tongue tip circled the vaginal mouth, slithering through the juices and the pinkness.
"Eeeee!" Holly squeaked tightly.
Her pussy spasmed and shook. The muscles at the mouth squeezed again and again, and Sandy knew that's what hers had been doing when he'd sucked her cunt.
But now her pussy was stuffed with his prick. She was dying to know what that would make a cunt look like.
"Fuck her, Foster, fuck her cherry out of her," Sandy whispered, putting her lips to his ear while his tongue swirled through her sodden tissues.
He fucked slowly in and out of Sandy's body. He didn't respond. He sucked the puffy lips between his mouth one at a time. Sandy watched them stretch and pop back into shape, reddened and more swollen than before.
Holly squealed incessantly. "Eeee! Ohhhh, he's eating my cunt! Ohhhh, it feels so good, Sandy! I love it!"
Foster opened his mouth wide and covered the whole length of her juicy slit. He compressed his lips rhythmically, and Sandy could see his throat working and knew that he was drinking the honey he milked from Holly's vaginal hole.
"Ahhhh!" Holly cried sharply. "He's fucking me with his tongue! Ohhh, not through my cherry! Don't break it! Ohhh, don't hurt me!"
Sandy's body quivered with excitement. The big prick running in and out of her cunt caused most of it, but the thought that her sister could be cherried by a tongue instead of a prick was part of it too.
She watched Foster's mouth suck and pull at Holly's pussy. She listened to Holly's cries of lust. She knew that Holly was about to come.
Sandy moaned and rubbed her hips up against Foster's body. Her skewered, plugged pussy hole sucked up and down over his reaming shaft, milking it with tissues of oiled silk.
She felt her own orgasm coming. She'd never been so hot in her life. She'd already lost count of the number of times she'd come, and it didn't feel as if she was anywhere near wearing out.
She rocked and moaned and watched her sister's cunt being eaten out. She focused her eyes on the pulsing asshole, and a wild urge came over her.
She drew her arm up through the jumble of legs and bodies and was able to extend her finger. She worked it toward Holly's cunt, where Foster was now stabbing and slurping with his tongue.
She touched the hot, wet, silky tissues, and she heard Holly moan. She slid her finger down the crack to Holly's asshole and put the wet tip of it against her anus.
"Ah!" Holly cried, her body jerking. "Ah, my asshole! Ohhh, Sandy! Do it! Like the other night! Ohhhh, yes--fuck me in the asshole, I love it!"
Foster grunted and gasped, and his cock pulsed in Sandy's cunt, stretching and swelling. He drew his head back enough to be able to look. He licked his lips and panted with lust.
Sandy screwed her finger around. It popped into Holly's anus and slid into the warm, dark tunnel.
"Eeeeahhhh!" Holly screamed.
Foster dropped his open mouth onto her cunt and tongue-fucked her furiously, drawing and sucking and licking while Sandy's finger fucked in and out of her sister's butt.
"God, I'm coming!" Holly cried loudly.
Her pussy swelled and sucked and exploded. Her asshole clenched tightly around Sandy's imbedded finger, pulling on it as if it were a skinny prick.
Foster's big heavy one throbbed and bucked in Sandy's cunt, and he puffed and bubbled in the sopping meat of Holly's cunt as he grunted and fucked his cock to its depths in Sandy's split crotch.
He blew his wad. It hosed and spewed into the tight, oiled pussy. Sandy felt it flood hotly into her body, and she shook her ass and came with him.
The three of them twisted and thrashed and squealed as if there were never going to be an end to it.
But there was. And they puffed and groaned and panted to near silence. Just as Sandy was putting her legs down from Foster's shoulders, the outer door opened and closed, and they heard a girl's voice.
"Honey, are you home? Pete's doing some errands, and I thought I'd come over and get a quick fuck before he comes and... well, what's this?"
She stood in the bedroom doorway and looked at them. Her dark hair flowed about her shoulders. Her braless tits thrust against a dark jersey blouse.
"Elaine, baby," Foster grinned at her. "Meet Sandy, who is plugged tightly with my flagging prick, and Holly."
Elaine smiled. She sauntered into the room and looked closer. "Hi, girls," she said softly. She stripped off her blouse. "You don't mind if I join you, do you?"
Her tits tumbled free. They were long and pointed and vee'd from her chest. She pushed her shorts and panties off and fanned her dark bush with her hand. Her cunt lips were bloated and ready looking.
She hopped onto the bed and swept her hand up through her slit, giving her clit a quick thrill.
"They're cute, honey," she said to Foster. "Where'd they come from?"
"Up to Fred's place. They wanted fucking, and they got it. At least Sandy did. Holly's afraid to get cherried like her sister."
"Afraid?" Elaine said, looking at Holly. She reached out and felt Holly's tits and swept her hand down Holly's body, swirling it over the wet cunt. "Whatever for, Holly?"
"It'll hurt!" Holly moaned, lifting her hips up against the hand. It was an involuntary motion that sought ever more sensation.
"Well, a little, honey," Elaine said. "I remember my first prick, but I lived through it. Sandy looks like she's doing just fine. Don't be afraid."
"My cherry's too big--it'll hurt like blazes, I know it will."
"Let's have a look, sweetie," Elaine said.
She leaned up and hovered over Holly's twat. Holly felt funny. But she opened her legs. The girl put her fingertips to her labia and pried them apart and put her face close.
"Mmmm, that is a big one. But mine was nearly that big. Here, I'll suck your pussy for you and get you good and hot, and then Foster can fuck it open for you."
She put her face to Holly's cunt without hesitation and began using her lips on the standing, throbbing clit.
"Ohhhh, God!" Holly moaned.
She closed her eyes and tipped her head back. Her hips lifted into the air, and her pussy tipped up and open. The lips were very soft, and they sucked like nothing she'd ever felt before.
Sandy watched the girl suck her sister's cunt, and her mouth gaped open. Was she a queer or something?
She looked at Foster. He'd withdrawn his cock from her tight hole. It was half bowed, half limp, slick and slippery with cunt juice and sperm. He watched passively as Elaine sucked Holly's pussy.
Sandy's pussy throbbed and squeezed and tingled. Sperm ran from it and trickled down to her asshole. This didn't make any sense at all.
"You said she was your girl," Sandy gasped.
Foster looked at her and grinned. "Yeah. Nice ass, huh? Really knows how to make that pussy squeeze around my cock, too. You got a lot to learn, kid. You could take lessons from Elaine on how to fuck. Just a tight cunt isn't good enough."
"But--but... doesn't she care that we're here?" Foster shrugged. "Looks happy about it to me. She's getting to suck pussy. Virgin pussy at that. Want a little?"
"She--she does both?" Sandy gasped. "Men and women?"
Foster looked at her. "Boy, are you green. It's for fun, kid. Didn't you have fun getting fucked? I didn't see you and your sister make a thing of it when you screwed your finger up her ass."
Sandy swallowed and looked at her finger. It should have made a difference because she and Holly were sisters. She looked at Elaine right now, the way she was nipping Holly's clit with her lips and circling her tongue lovingly around the wet, leaking vaginal mouth.
It didn't seem right. And then she remembered her own urge to suck Holly's straining clit.
It must be all right. Everybody was doing what they wanted, and there were no hard feelings.
Thrills swept through her body as she looked at Elaine's flaring ass and the dark hair fringing down around her pussy lips as she bent over and sucked Holly's cunt.
"Ahhhhgh!" Holly cried. "I'm going to come! Ohhhh, my clit's on fire!"
She jerked and bounced on the bed, and her legs thrashed. Elaine pulled back and wiped her mouth and licked her lips. She smiled warmly, her eyes hooded with lust.
"There she is, honey," she said to Foster. "Wide open and flowing and ready. Fuck that big prick into her and show her the joys of life, I can wait until you're through with her."
Foster grinned. Holly gasped and lifted her head and stared with wide eyes.
"Don't fuck me!" she pleaded. "Ohhh, Elaine-- make me come! Ohhh, I'm going to masturbate! I can't wait!"
Foster shrugged when he looked down at his prick. "It looks a little pooped at the moment, honey," he said. "I'm afraid you're both out of luck."
Elaine bent over his lap and lifted his prick and put it to her lips. She opened her mouth and sucked down half of it. She compressed her lips and drew her head back slowly, sucking off the cunt juice and cum from Sandy's twat.
The prick jerked, but it didn't stiffen much. She did it again and again, giving him a terrific blow job, but there wasn't much result.
"Baby, you're the greatest," he said, patting her bobbing head, "but it's just no go right now. You go ahead and bang her off. Besides, the way she's squealing, it might not work out so well. She likes it in the ass anyway. At least she dug her sister's finger fucking in there."
Elaine lifted her head and licked her lips and smiled at him, cupping his balls and stroking his prick with her fingers.
"All right, honey," she said. "But I hope you get in shape pretty soon. I was counting on a big strong prick before Pete comes."
"So what if he comes?" Foster asked. "That's never bothered you before. In fact, you dig two cocks at once better than anything, and you know it. What's the matter, Elaine?"
Sandy gasped. She couldn't believe she was hearing right. Two pricks at the same time!
"Oh, he pissed me off today. Nothing big, but I didn't think he deserved to get to fuck me tonight, that's all."
Foster grinned. "You holding out on your brother--man, that's something I thought I'd never hear!" He laughed softly.
Sandy gasped and gasped. Her pussy tingled beyond measure. She looked at Elaine as if the girl weren't real. She fucked girls! She fucked two pricks at once! She fucked her brother!
"Ohhhh, my God, my God!" she moaned, grasping her pussy and shaking it up and down.
Elaine looked at her and smiled. "Pussy got hot, honey?" she asked sweetly. She looked at Foster and laughed softly. "Honey, you go ahead and have a limp prick. I think I'm going to be too busy with these cute, hot little girls to have time to fuck you."
She moaned and moved over toward Sandy. She tipped her head and sucked the end of one of Sandy's sharp tits between her lips. She moved her hand over Sandy's bald pussy, feeling the naked flesh of it.
Holly moaned and puffed beside them. She was masturbating now, unable to hold off any longer. Elaine looked at her, then back at Sandy.
"I've already tasted her pussy, honey," she said, spreading Sandy's cunt lips wide and looking down at the pink, sperm-smeared flesh of it. "Mmmm, I want to lick up Foster's cum from your sweet pussy."
She shifted around, pushing gently at Sandy at the same time. "I'll tell you what. You finish off Holly, and I'll lick all that cream out of your cunt, and then you girls can both do me. Maybe we can get a hard prick around here yet if we all have a go at it, huh?"
Sandy gasped. "Me? Lick Holly's cunt? Suck her off? Ohhhh!"
Elaine laughed softly, a throaty chuckle. "She'll love you for it, honey. Besides, there's nothing to be ashamed of. We're all here for fun and good times and sexy feelings. There's nothing forbidden, Sandy. That's the first thing you've got to learn if you're going to be a good lay."
She inclined her head toward Holly's crotch. The little fingers were busy there, but they had slowed their activity somewhat as Holly listened and stared at the two of them and gasped repeatedly.
"Go on, Sandy. She's got a sweet pussy."
Sandy looked at her little sister, at the spread meat of her pussy, at the stiff clit standing up from its tent at the top of her drenched cleft.
"Holly?" she choked.
"Ohhhhh, Sandy!" Her fingers went busy with a sudden flurry, and then she pulled her pussy lips as wide apart as they would go. "Oh, Sandy--suck me off! I'll do you, whenever you want! I promise! Ohhh, hurry!"
Sandy sucked in her breath. She looked at the quivering pinkness. She licked her lips and then fell forward and buried her face in the heady muskiness of her sister's twat, licking and lapping and sucking furiously.
"Ahhhh! Eeeee!" Holly cried.
Then it was Sandy's turn to moan. Breath whooshed from her lungs and made her lips blubber in the wet meat. Elaine's tongue was drilling and slithering into her fluttering cunt as if trying to eat her alive.
"Yaaaaah!" Sandy cried, coming immediately, her cunt walls squeezing tightly around the warm tongue thrust into their midst.
Holly banged off hard right after, and the squirming cunt meat sent a charge of juice into her mouth. She licked and licked and swallowed, and her legs thrashed and squeezed about Elaine's head when the girl kept on and on, sucking out the last drop of Foster's sperm from her vaginal tunnel.
"Yaaaaagh!" she cried again, not knowing if she were really coming or not. But it sure felt good.
"Hey, that's good, girls, that's good," Foster said, running his hands over all three asses in turn, comparing their firmnesses. "I got me a stiff one, ladies."
Elaine pulled her face from Sandy's crotch and licked her wet lips and smiled heatedly.
"Ohhhh, I want it," she said huskily. She rolled onto her back and tipped her dark-bushed twat up. She opened her thighs, and her cunt lips parted. Sandy looked and saw the wetness there.
"You got it," Foster said. "Man, girls--that's real cunt you're looking at there. Listen, honey, why don't you get on top of me and give them a lesson on how to make that cunt suck."
"All right," Elaine said.
She waited for him to get on his back. His cock was stiff and strong now. It thrust from his loins and pointed up his belly. Elaine stroked the shaft with her hand and then lifted a knee over his hips and straddled him.
"You girls watch, now," she said.
She pointed his prick toward her split pussy. They had to look closely to see through till the dark hair. She parted her lips with her fingers and stroked Foster's prick very stiff, then put the head of it between her flaps and against her cunt hole.
"Ohhhh, that's nice," she moaned.
"Silk," Foster groaned huskily. "Honey and silk. Man, that's prime pussy!"
Elaine made sure the girls were watching, one on either side of her, their faces intent and close. Then she made her pussy suck and squeeze around the cockhead.
"Watch it," she said dreamily, breathily.
Foster's cock began to disappear. Sandy thought certainly that Elaine was simply lowering her pussy down over the standing pole, but the girl's hips weren't moving. Foster's were. They were lifting up slowly but steadily.
"You're--you're sucking him up into your pussy!" Holly gasped, catching on first.
"Ohhhh, Christ!" Foster groaned, tossing his head in delirious bliss. "It's a suction pump! Ahhhh, it's a ravenous little animal that eats pricks alive!"
Sandy couldn't believe it. She put her fingertip at the wet connection between pussy and prick, feeling both of them.
"Go ahead, Sandy," Elaine said huskily. "Slip your finger into my pussy beside his prick. You'll see."
"It won't fit!" Sandy gasped.
Elaine's abdomen rippled. "Try, honey. You too, Holly. Both of you. Feel what your pussy can do when you learn how to make it."
The girls looked at each other with lust and awe. Then Sandy pried the muscular ring open. Her finger slid into the slickest, hottest tunnel she'd ever felt. And Foster's hard shaft was right there too, being drawn in with her finger.
Holly slipped hers in. Elaine tipped her head back and held her pointed tits in her hands, cupping the undersides of them so that the points and the nipples thrust conically into space.
"Ohhhh, that's wonderful!" she cried. "Two fingers and a big cock! Ohhhh, suck my tits, girls! Suck them deeply into your warm mouths and finger my cunt and make me come!"
Sandy and Holly glanced at each other. They looked at the throbbing tit ends. Sandy was first. She closed her eyes and moaned and drew the rubbery nipple into her mouth and flicked it with her tongue and sucked hard.
"Ahhhh, beautiful--beautiful!" Elaine cried.
"Ohhhh, Christ!" Foster grunted again. His prick throbbed and pulsed in her squeezing, sucking hole. The two fingers alongside his cock produced an incredibly tight and exciting fuck.
He looked around him and couldn't believe all the tits and open pussies and drooling meat. He reached out with his hands and squeezed the firm young thighs beside him.
Then he slipped his finger into Sandy's cunt. She squatted on it eagerly and took it all the way up, her little pussy squeezing and trying to suck the way Elaine's pussy was doing.
When Foster tried to finger fuck Holly, though, she yipped and clamped her thighs together.
"No--it'll hurt!" she cried.
"All right--give me your asshole, then. You can practice squeezing with your ass."
Holly opened her thighs quickly and wriggled around, tipping her pelvis far up. Foster searched under her butt, his fingers writhing through the firm, tight flesh, until he found her asshole.
He pushed slowly. Holly groaned and sucked with her anus and pushed her mouth back over the end of Elaine's tight-ended tit.
Foster moaned with bliss. Shit, this was heaven. His cock in the best pussy in the world, his palms full of tight, firm ass flesh, his finger buried deep in warm, sucking holes.
All he needed was a pussy to suck on, one squatting down over his face. Then there would be no way to handle any more. Unless he fucked them with his feet.
"Ohhhh, girls--take your fingers out of my pussy now," Elaine moaned. "His prick's all the way in me. I want to fuck it and fuck it. Ohhhh, get behind me and watch what my pussy does!"
The girls drew their fingers out, dripping and slick. They hurried the shot distance. Elaine moaned and bent over Foster's body.
Her tits dragged on his chest, leaving wet streaks from the saliva from the sucking mouths. She was on her knees, her legs bent double.
Her tight ass flared back and open, and the girls stared into the deep crack and saw her red-brown, pulsing asshole. Beneath that was the muscular ring of her cunt.
It was red and wet. It was stuffed totally with the veined, raging prick that sucked and fucked in and out wetly.
Foster's balls were compact and full. They bounced as he fucked his prick in and out of Elaine's hole.
The girls had shifted their upper torsos only, each of them unwilling to let go of Foster's fingers. Sandy's pussy fluttered around the one in her, and Holly's asshole threatened to pinch the one in her off at the knuckle.
"God, look at it--look at it!" Sandy gasped.
"That's what your pussy looked like when he was fucking you," Holly said heatedly. "I watched."
Sandy looked at her sister, right into her eyes. "Ohhhh, I can't believe all this! Isn't it thrilling, Holly!"
"Oh, yes! Oh, Sandy--do you know what I want? Ohhh, I feel so terrible and naughty, but I want it!"
"What, Holly? Tell me! I guess there aren't any secrets at all between us any more!"
"I want--ohhhh, I want him to fuck my asshole!"
Sandy's face went slack with lust. "Ohhh, do it, Holly--do it! Anything goes tonight. Anything!"
Holly shuddered. Her anus squeezed about Foster's finger. She gasped, and then she let out a thin squealing sound.
"Sandy, I'm coming!"
"Come, honey--come! Ohhh, you're making me come too!"
The girls groaned and shook. Sandy kept watching the big prick stuffing Elaine's pussy. She watched the tissues pull out and get pushed in again with each thrusting stroke of Foster's prick, and her twat flapped and shuddered around his fucking finger.
"Ohhhhh, God, you big-pricked fucker," Elaine gasped suddenly. "Mmmm, honey, I'm going to come. Are you ready? Can you make it?"
"God, yes!" he groaned.
"Girls! Ohhhh, girls... " she gasped.
Sandy knew instinctively. She stuck her finger into her mouth and wetted it quickly. She gestured for Holly to do the same. Then she took Holly's finger and positioned it.
"Ah! Ah!" Elaine gasped. "Now, Foster--now!"
"Ahhhhhgh!" he grunted tightly.
Just as his prick bucked and spewed his full load up into her pulsing, shaking pussy, the girls shoved their fingers in, Sandy's up Elaine's asshole, and Holly's up Foster's.
"YAAAAGH!" Foster bellowed.
"JESUS YES!" Elaine screamed tightly.
They exploded violently, sucking and spewing and pulsing. They came so hard they wrenched their asses off the thrilling fingers and shuddered across the bed, rolling and twisting, locked together as if they would never release each other.
The girls watched. Then Sandy looked at her sister with a face slack with incredible lust.
"Holly... " she gasped.
"Ohhhh, Sandy... " They flung their arms around one another and pressed their bodies tightly together, tit against tit, pussy banging against pussy, rolling over the bed trying to fuck each other.
They barely heard the masculine voice from the doorway.
"Hot damn--a bang, fellas! Cock, do your stuff! There's fresh meat to fuck!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Elaine's brother, Pete, was dark haired too. He was maybe a year younger, handsome, but with a devilish glint in his eye.
Roger was sandy haired and thin and wore a funny grin of surprise and delight. Lew looked a little frightened and unsure that all he saw was really happening. He scratched his round head and licked lips that were on the fleshy side.
"All this meat, and you didn't even let us know, Foster!" Roger cried, gesturing with a lanky arm. He looked at Sandy. "I get the little blonde with the naked pussy, there. Hey, sweetie, what's your name?"
He and Pete were wasting no time. They were stripping out of their shirts and pants, and their cocks were rising swiftly. Roger jabbed Law in the ribs and grinned.
"Come on, boy--get naked. This here's one of Foster's fuck fests, boy."
"Hi, Elaine," he grinned nervously, licking his lips still, eyeing her ass as she lay on top of Foster and kept his big prick imbedded in her pussy.
"Hi, Lew," Elaine smiled. "Don't be bashful. Come on over and see me. Foster doesn't mind." She reached behind her and spread her cheeks in invitation, waggling her butt at the same time.
"Oh, baby," Pete groaned. "Keep that butt of yours open, Sis. My prick's hot for the feel of your tight asshole, and I'm just in the mood for a twosome. Me and Foster in you, that is."
"The hell with you, brat," Elaine said, watching her naked brother scoot across the bed toward her, his prick stiff and eager. She clamped her asscheeks shut. "After that stunt you pulled today, you can go jack off for all I care."
Pete looked stung for a moment, but then he shrugged and gripped his prick and looked back at Sandy. There were enough pussies to go around. "Hey, Roger," he said.
Roger looked at him. He was hovering over Sandy on his hands and knees, inspecting her tits and flat tummy and bald pussy eagerly. He looked up.
"Hey, hell. This one's mine, right, honey?" He waved his prick at her. "Want to fuck?" He laughed at himself good-naturedly. "There's no time for small talk the way I see it. Sorry if I come on quick, but how about it. We're all here for fun, aren't we?"
"She'd love to fuck, Roger," Elaine said, smiling. "Boys, meet Sandy and Holly. It's their first time. Sandy's just gotten cherried, and she's got the sweetest pussy you'd ever want."
"Yeah, then give me Holly," Pete said, lunging toward her.
"No!" Holly cried, drawing back from his spearing cock, looking at it with fearful eyes.
Pete drew up short, and the ready grin went off his boyish face. "No? What the hell do you mean, no? What's the matter with me? You want to fuck old Lew instead of me? Damn!"
Elaine laughed at her brother. "She means no, Pete."
"It'll hurt!" Holly cried.
"That's what she says, Pete."
He looked at his sister. "Aw, what kind of shit is this." He cupped her round tit in his hand and started to cover her, ready to fuck.
"She said no, man," Foster half growled. "Dig it."
"Didn't you punch her open?"
"No."
"Well, then," he grinned. "It's time, man, it's time."
"No!" Holly said sternly. "Not my pussy. Nobody fucks my pussy. I mean it."
Pete didn't give up. "Well, fine. Stick your ass up, honey, and I'll fuck it."
"I don't want to fuck you at all," she said bluntly. "I want him." She pointed at Lew.
Lew's face lit up. "Me? Gee... " He started stripping off his shirt and pushing down his pants bashfully. "But... what're we going to do, Holly?" he asked with puzzlement.
"You can sit there and play with each other," Pete said with disgust. He gripped his cock and jacked it and looked around. "Come on, Elaine," he said, half whining.
She watched his hand slide up and down his prick. "You're doing just fine, Pete--just like that. Keep it up and give us all a show, and maybe I'll let you suck my tits when you do it again."
"Cranky bitch," he groused, making her laugh.
Sandy looked at him. She felt Roger's hand on her pussy. He was prying her lips apart, and she was letting him. Her whole being was aflame. She hadn't dreamed so much sex all at once was possible. She stared from prick to cock to hard-on and shivered repeatedly.
"Ohhhh, stop doing that and fuck me!" she said quaveringly to Roger. She reached for his long, thin prick and held it in her hand, feeding it throb and pulse.
"Baby, you don't waste time," he grinned.
"I'm like you, Roger--there's no time to waste!"
She flung her legs wide and lifted her pussy. Her box trembled and spasmed. She didn't care who fucked it, just as long as there was a prick in her hot pussy.
The interruption had been a little startling and confusing, but she was over that now. She could fuck any of them. She'd known Foster a little longer, maybe, but not that much. Besides, it was for fun and games and experience, and she was going to experience each one of them while she had the chance.
Roger's cock throbbed. He didn't ask any more questions. He got between her legs and started feeing his long prick into her grasping, sucking pussy.
"Damn!" Pete cried, watching Roger settle against her in a way that would keep his cock from stabbing her to death. Roger had that problem with a lot of girls.
"Damn!" he said again, fisting his prick more rapidly. He looked at Holly and Lew.
Lew was over his bashfulness. He had his finger up Holly's asshole and was licking away at her fresh, virginal pussy. He was switched around, and she was playing with his prick, screwing up the nerve to suck it into her mouth and blow him.
"Ohhhh," she moaned, rubbing the hard shaft against her cheek. She pressed her lips to it. She licked it and made it throb. She lifted her pussy into his face and let him lick her out and finger fuck her asshole.
"Go ahead, Holly," Elaine urged her softly. "Open your mouth and suck it. You watched me do it to Foster. It won't bite you. And it won't hurt a bit. Go on, honey--go on."
Holly listened to her. She saw the warm smile and heard the friendly, soothing voice. She parted her lips. She looked at Sandy and watched her toss and moan under the long prick running in and out of her cunt.
She wished she had the nerve to let one of them fuck her. But Lew was being so good with her pussy that she had to give him something in return.
She pursed her lips and sucked them around the pulsing head. The soft, velvety texture was thrilling. The way the glans swelled and throbbed between her lips was thrilling. And it didn't hurt.
"Ohhhh, Holly--that's wonderful!" Lew moaned, his voice soft and full of pleasure. He sucked her clit between his lips and made her terribly hot.
She pushed her mouth down around his cock and sucked on it avidly after a moment, just the way Elaine had done. She moaned and closed her eyes and let thrill after thrill chase through her body and bring her to the point of orgasm.
"Shit!" Pete said, seeing that he was completely ignored.
Sandy gasped. She watched Holly take that prick into her mouth, drawing and sucking on it. The first thought in her mind was that Holly was experiencing something before her.
"Pete!" she gasped, lifting her arms toward him. "Ohhhh, give me your poor hot prick!"
He beamed. He hopped over to her, settling next to her head. "Oh, baby, you're a doll!" He looked at Roger, pumping away in her tight pussy. "How is it, Rog?"
"Tight, man--tight! Ohhhh, Christ, I'm gonna blow real fast!"
She remembered her mother blowing her father. She remembered Elaine doing it. She watched Holly blow the prick in her mouth. She parted her lips and strained toward Pete's throbbing cock.
He gasped and leaned down, fucking his prick into her mouth. He pushed it deep, groaning, aware that Roger's eyes were only inches away. He didn't care. He closed his eyes and enjoyed it. It wasn't as good as fucking his sister's ass while there was a prick on the other side in her pussy, but it was a damn sight better than jacking off.
Thrills raced through Sandy's body. The prick was big in her mouth, but she could handle it. She loved the way it throbbed. She loved the way Roger's long cock ran in and out of her tight pussy, not so fat that it stretched her wide open the way Foster's had, but just right--just right.
She sucked and drew on the hot prick in her mouth. She wondered if Holly could top this--fucking and sucking at the same time.
"Ohhhh, baby, I can't hold it," Roger gasped suddenly. "Your pussy's so slick and tight and fresh I'm gonna come! Ohhhh, man, I'm there--I'm there! Ahhhhhgh!"
He blasted his load into her pussy. She whimpered and spasmed and felt him set her off. She sucked fiendishly on the cock in her mouth, and she felt it throb threateningly.
"Mmmm-nnnn!" she groaned around it. "Ohhhhh!"
Her hips lifted and shook. Her buttocks clenched. Her tongue went wild, milking and drawing, wanting both pricks to spurt into her body at the same time, a double thrill she could tell Holly about time and time again.
She got her wish. Pete gasped and held her head. He fucked his prick nearly to the back of her throat and sent the first jet of hot sperm into her mouth.
Sandy felt the flood hosing against her throat, hot and pungent and burning. It choked her. She twisted her head and gasped and yanked the prick from her mouth with a cry, her throat afire.
Sperm shot against her lips and hosed over her face and drooled into her hair and showered her totally.
"Yaaaaagh!" Pete cried. "Don't take... Swallow... ohhhh, shit, shit, it's a conspiracy, damn it!"
He grabbed his cock in his hand and jacked himself off the rest of the way, not caring where his load went, shooting it into her hair until the fine sandy strands were glued together.
"Ah! Ahhhhh!" Sandy croaked, passing air over her fiery throat as rapidly as she could. How in hell did her mother do it!
"Pete, you jerk!" Elaine cried, rushing over. "Oh, Sandy, are you all right? Oh, I should have warned you to keep your fist around the middle of his prick so that he couldn't shove it into your throat when he came. Oh, your hair--your face!" She whipped around. "You little bastard, you don't fuck me for a week for that!"
Pete started to be brash again, but then he looked sheepish. He held his drooling cock and looked at the mess he'd made.
"I'm sorry, Sandy," he said meekly. "I thought... I guess I thought... hell, I forgot this was your first time. I'm sorry."
She swallowed repeatedly and finally smiled at him. "It's all right, Pete," she said.
"I'll be better next time, I promise. Will there be a next time? Oh, please, suck me off again. You were so great I just lost control, really."
Sandy's head whirled. She felt flattered. It was the way she'd dreamed it would be. Watching her mother and father had paid off after all.
"All right, Pete," she said finally. "Mmm-nnnnn!" Holly moaned suddenly.
Sandy looked. Her legs were thrashing. Her pussy was wide open and spilling juice on Lew's tongue. Her asshole spasmed and clenched around his finger. And her lips sucked up and down on his prick.
Her head bobbed fast. Lew pumped his hips, fucking his cock into her mouth, ready to come and spurt his load there. Sandy nearly cried out in warning that it was hot stuff, burning stuff, and then it was too late.
Holly's hand was wrapped instinctively around his cock so that he couldn't fuck more than she could take into her mouth. Sandy gaped with envy and shock as she saw sperm bubble from the corners of Holly's mouth and dribbled down her knuckles. Holly's throat worked and worked as she tried to keep up with the flow from Lew's spurting prick.
They both came hard, thrashing and bucking. Sandy looked at Elaine with shock.
"How can she do it, Elaine? Ohhh, tell me the secret so that it doesn't burn like fire!"
Elaine looked apologetic. "Oh, I'm sorry again, Sandy. It's Pete, not you. His cum's pretty strong. I'm used to it, so it doesn't bother me, but I remember now he nearly burned my throat out the first time I sucked him off."
"Suck--your brother... " Sandy gasped. "Ohhhh, I feel hot! So hot! Ohhh, I want to be fucked again! Somebody fuck me--fuck me!"
Pete heard. "Me!" he cried, whirling around. "Oh, Jesus, Sandy, let me make it up to you! Let me give you a good fuck, Sandy! Hey, Rog, get your cock out, buddy. Come on, move over."
Roger grinned at his friend and slipped his prick from the tight, wet pussy. It was a long, rippling slide that made Sandy's hips buck up and her throat gurgle with pleasure.
"Prick--prick... " she moaned. "Fuck--don't stop fucking! Ohhh, I don't ever want to stop fucking pricks! Ahhhh, yes! In! God, fuck it in!" she squealed, flinging her arms around Pete's neck and pulling him tightly to her sharp, thrusting tits.
Her pussy sucked up and down his cock. It was thrilling to have a different prick in her pussy each time. The feel of them was decidedly different.
Pete's was fatter. It made her pussy muscles stretch and spasm. He could pound against her hips and fuck her hard without hitting bottom, and that was nice too.
"Ohhhhh, God, do it!" she gasped, feeling him pump the breath from her lungs.
"God, what a tight cunt! Ohhhh, Elaine! She's wonderful! As good as your ass, Sis! Ohhhh!"
He rolled them both over happily, plunging his hips up at her, clamping his hands over her ass and swinging it around so that her pussy worked his prick over totally.
Sandy cried out with bliss. She loved the hands on her ass. They pulled her buttocks apart and made her asshole stretch and tingle.
"Ohhhh, somebody do it!" she cried deliriously. "Somebody fuck my asshole! God, all the way up it! Two at once! Ohhh, fuck me, fuck me! Somebody fuck me! Anybody fuck meeeeee!"
She ground her pussy down against Pete's spearing, stuffing prick. She gasped and yelled and squirmed her tits against his chest.
She felt more hands on her ass. The bed sagged behind her.
"Ohhhh, yes!" she cried happily, her asshole already tingling and pulsing.
"Can I, Sandy?" Lew asked, his voice shaky, his tone polite.
"Yes! Yes!"
He spread her cheeks apart with his palms and stared down. He could see Pete's prick running in and out of her pussy hole, making the pink meat of it very round where the muscles surrounded his wet shaft.
"I--I've never done it in the ass before," Lew said.
"It's just like the pussy, Lew," Elaine said softly, smiling heatedly at him. "Only you've got to be a little more gentle. You can't cram it in, or you'll hurt her."
"I'll be gentle, Elaine," Lew said.
She nodded and passed her hand over his face. "I know you will, Lew. You're the only boy here with any manners."
"Thanks a lot," Foster grunted, pushing his long hair back over his ears. "Hey, I'm getting horned up again. You ready for a little ramming yourself, honey?"
"In a minute," she said.
He looked into Sandy's deep crack and saw her asshole pulse. "I don't want to wait. I'll give it to Holly." He grinned to himself. "Yeah. She'll dig it." He crawled over to her and made the proposition, tickling her butt hole with his finger at the same time.
Elaine turned back and watched Lew. "Wet your prick, Lew. Make it slippery. Here, I'll do it for you."
She held his prick in her hand. She stood on her knees in front of him, and they faced each other. She spread her knees and squatted slightly, lifting his prick up into her pussy.
She reached behind him and pulled on his ass, and his cock slid wetly into her cunt.
"Ohhhh, Elaine!" he gasped.
"Why have you been afraid of me, Lew? Don't you know I've wanted you to fuck me for a long time? Why are you so bashful? Doesn't that feel good?"
"Ohhh, it's wonderful!" he gasped, feeling his cock throb and buck in her squeezing cunt. "I don't know--you're Pete's sister and all... it just didn't seem right."
"Does it seem right now?"
"Oh, yes!"
"I think your prick's wet enough now, don't you?"
He grinned shyly. "I'd like to keep it wet."
She leaned back and watched him closely. "Lew--don't come in me, Lew. Sandy's counting on you right now. She's dying to have your prick up her ass. You can fuck me later, all right? I'll give you everything, honey--my pussy, my ass, my soft lips. But you've got to fuck Sandy's butt first, all right?"
"Ohhhhh, all right--yes!" he gasped.
Elaine snapped her hips backwards just in time.
His prick popped out and thudded up and down, right on the verge of spewing.
"Whew!" he gasped.
"Hurry, Lew--before it dries. Up her asshole, honey!"
She bent over and palmed Sandy's cheeks apart, exposing the rubbery, sucking asshole. She touched it with the tip of her finger, and it went into spasms.
"Ohhhhh, yes!" Sandy cried, not aware that it was a finger.
Lew bent his prick down and put the head at the puckered mouth. It quivered and pulsed and seemed ready to gobble his cock up. He pushed slowly, watching Elaine's face and lovely, pointed tits.
His prick jerked and throbbed. He'd wanted to fuck her for a long time. Now he was going to get to. Just as soon as he shot his load in this noisy girl's hot ass.
"God, push! Ohhhh, fuck it in! Pete, hold still a minute! Ohhhh, I want both pricks in me at once, and then I'm going to come--come! God, I'm going to black out from coming so hard! Ohhhh, push!"
Lew pressed forward. He wondered if she even knew whose prick it was any more. Since he'd asked to do it, she hadn't looked around once. Maybe for all it mattered to her, he could be a bear in from the woods. All she wanted was a cock in her, and never mind who was hung on the other end of it.
Suddenly, he didn't much care if he hurt her or not. He pressed forward and watched the head of his dick stretch the tight anal ring. It gave with a sudden spasm, and he lurched forward, ramming half his prick up her ass.
"Yaaaagh!" Sandy croaked, her head snapping up. "God, I'm stuffed! Two at once! Ohhhh, I'm coming, I'm coming! But don't stop, don't stop!"
Her asshole pulsed and shuddered around the prick in it. Her cunt squeezed tightly on Pete's heavy shaft. She rolled and thrashed and nearly blew the top of her head off.
"God! Yaaaaah!" she screamed, making Pete wince with the shrillness of it.
Her asshole sucked Lew's prick all the way in. His prick throbbed. He was getting hot again. He pressed up against her tight buttocks, feeling the bottom of his shaft ripple over the bumps in Pete's.
Sandy gasped and wheezed. Her emotions spun around and around. She was skewered front and back, and it was something else. She would be able to tell Holly about it again and again, but mere words wouldn't describe the sensation.
"More!" she croaked hollowly. "Three, now--I want to be fucked by three at once! Suck... ohhhhh, let me suck... "
"I hear you talking, baby," Roger gasped, scooting up to her face.
His long prod lifted from his loins like a phone pole. She stared at it and licked her lips. She prayed that Elaine had been right about Pete's cum being extra strong. She hoped Roger's tasted like cream, sweet and mild.
She opened her mouth to gasp. The cock was there, long and thin. It didn't stretch her lips the way Pete's had. It was easier to suck, and she sucked it avidly, remembering about her hand.
"Oh, beautiful!" Elaine breathed, her voice husky and warm.
She looked at them. She shivered with lust and envy. It had been a long time since she'd fucked three men at once. It was an indescribable thing, utterly devastating and beautiful.
And lucky Sandy was getting that experience on her first time.
She watched with a feeling of rapture and put her hand over her dark bush. She spread her pussy lips with her finger and ran the tip of it up and down her cleft.
"Elaine?" Lew said softly. "Oh, let me do that. Let me lick your pussy for you. Please?"
"Of course, I will, Lew!" she cried softly, twirling her clit.
She got up and went to him. She saw Foster and Holly as she turned. Holly was on her hands and knees. Her tight little ass flared backward toward him.
He was on his knees, trying to feed his prick into her tight asshole. He was having trouble. It was a big prick, thick-rooted and heavy. And her ass was virginal and apparently much tighter than Sandy's virginal ass.
She turned her back on them and faced Lew. She stood on her feet on the bed and rocked a moment and then steadied herself by placing her hands on his head.
She lifted a leg over Sandy's back and straddled her thrashing, mewling body. She tipped her pussy forward and put her cunt up against Lew's face.
"Suck me off, Lew," she whispered huskily. "Eat my pussy all you want to, and I'll give you a sweet drink of honey when you make me come."
He licked his lips. His prick throbbed hotly, more from the sight of Elaine's pink, wet pussy right before his eyes and the sweet aroma wafting into his nostrils than from the way Sandy's asshole was spasming and squeezing and sucking at his cock.
He dipped forward and lapped at her honeyed pussy and was in utter heaven.
"Ohhhh," he moaned, letting his sperm flow and ooze from the tip of his prick, quietly, politely, softly.
Sandy felt it. Her asshole became slippery and hot, and the prick there didn't cling to her rectal walls as much. The burning stopped and was salved by the flow of sperm.
It hadn't been a bad burning. Just slight pain--a tingling, itching kind of thing that made her want to shake her ass around even more.
She felt Pete's cock throb in her pussy. It bucked and pulsed, and she knew he was about to come up her cunt. She was glad she'd sucked him off just before, or he never would have held out as long as he had.
She knew it, because her pussy was absolutely wild. She knew it was already tight and slippery. The excitement of coming a minute ago and then having three pricks fuck her body at once was making her muscles spasm and clench and milk his shaft constantly. She also felt Roger's thin cock swell to something fatter between her lips. It grew and grew, and it stretched her throat, no matter how far down his shaft she held her hand.
She sucked hard. Then she hesitated just a moment, fearing the issue from his prick would be hot and bitter. But she had Elaine's assurance, and she went on.
She felt her own orgasm coming. She braced herself. She writhed and twisted under the driving thrusts of the pricks in her body. She fucked and sucked and got ready to receive three loads at once.
And then there was a piercing shriek that filled the room with shattering sound.
It drove her orgasm from her. It made her groan with protest. It made her want to shake off all these cocks and run to her sister, for the scream had come from Holly's agonized body and out her constricted throat.
It sounded as if her cunt had been ripped from ass to tit.
CHAPTER NINE
Elaine yelled angrily, her tone no longer sweet and warm but full of shock, shrill with outrage.
"Foster, you greedy, inexcusable bastard! You've fucked her!"
"Aaaaaieeeeee!" Holly screamed again.
There was a gurgling sound. And then silence.
Sandy was frantic. She wanted to look. She wanted that long cock out of her mouth and the fat one out of her pussy and the slippery one out of her ass.
Christ, she wanted to see!
"Ohhhh, don't lift your head now!" Roger gasped. "Not now! Keep sucking my cock, I'm going to come!"
He pushed down at the back of her head. Her hand slipped along his prick, and the long stalk gagged into the back of her throat and tried to fuck down it into her belly.
"Nnnnngh!" she grunted, trying to thrash and squirm her way free.
She couldn't. Pete held her tightly against him, nearly crushing her with his arms that were suddenly strong with the force of his impending orgasm.
And Lew wasn't being so polite any more. In the first place, he didn't know she was thrashing around in order to try to get free. He thought her greedy ass was just pulling and sucking at his cock because she wanted it stuffed deeper.
So, he complied, pressing tightly up against her ass, holding her hips, pinning her against Pete.
In the second place, he didn't much like her. She yelled and begged for cock like a cheap whore. She wasn't a nice quiet girl like Holly, and she deserved to be punished with a prick up her ass. It was funny. He didn't feel that way about fucking Elaine's ass, but he did about Sandy's.
He glanced over to see what Holly was yelling about. He hoped nothing was wrong. He liked Holly. But he couldn't see around Elaine, who had snatched her pussy from his tongue just when he was about to make her come.
Well, as long as she was over there, Holly would be all right. He looked down at the tight ass his thighs were pressed against, and he rammed his prick as far up the clinging asshole as he could, straining to give her another shot of cum.
Ah--there it was!
He felt Pete's prick bucking on the other side of her pussy membrane and knew Pete was shooting her full too. And Roger was pushing her head down on his cock, fucking that hose of his halfway down her throat.
Lew closed his eyes and let go. He heard Pete and Roger yell and squirt their loads too. He grinned softly. The greedy little cunt deserved every drop.
Sandy was beside herself. She felt the prick in her ass hose slippery cum into her as if the bastard were giving her an enema.
Right after him, Pete bucked up and made his cock bump the back of her pussy after all, jetting and streaming sperm into her body. His arms were crushing the breath from her and mashing her tits flatter than it felt good to have them mashed.
Her mind spun with shock when Roger's hose spattered against the back of her throat. She swallowed and choked and gagged and thought she was going to drown.
His cum wasn't as bigger as Pete's had been, but the stuff was still going to take some getting used to.
Something clicked in her mind then.
Used to, hell! The stuff was sickening!
Holly had screamed with pain, and Sandy was being restrained from going to her by these fucking bastards and their streaming, hosing pricks.
And what was worse, Roger and Pete were both urging her to come too, to blast her spasming body into orbit with theirs, and they were rocking her and fucking her harder than ever, when it was the last thing she wanted right then.
"Gaaaah!" she gasped around Roger's prick.
She closed her mouth when he wouldn't take his prick out.
Tightly.
Biting him hard with her sharp little teeth.
"Bitch! BITCH!" Roger yelled throatily.
Stars banged across her vision, and then the side of her head seemed to explode with pain as he balled his fist and bashed her.
"Yaaaaah, my cock!"
He rolled away quickly and cupped his crotch and doubled his knees up and moaned with agony.
Lew was shocked. She'd gone crazy. He pulled his prick out of her ass and scooted away from her and felt his knees tremble.
Pete pushed her off and scowled heavily, looking from Roger to her. He had no sympathy for the way she was gagging over the flood of sperm in her mouth and the abrasion her throat had suffered.
Sperm drained from her pussy. It ran from her asshole. It dribbled all over the bed and plastered her thighs, but she didn't care. She didn't even wipe the string of it that dangled from her chin and stuck to her neck.
"Holly!" she croaked hoarsely. "What'd you do to Holly!"
She crawled over. Holly's ass was still in the air. Her face was pressed against the bed. Her eyes were closed. Her spine sagged limply, and her arms seemed to dangle. She was still breathing, but otherwise looked dead.
Blood seeped from her pussy and ran down the insides of her thighs. Sandy stared at Foster, who had a glum look on his face. His prick was ringed at the base with blood.
"You fucked her!" Sandy cried.
"Yeah, I fucked her," he growled. "Little cunt. She was begging for it, just like you. Only I couldn't get my cock in her ass. Besides, look at the bright side of it. I did her a favor, dig it? Now it's busted, and she can fuck all she wants to. Shit, I didn't know she was going to pass out on me, for Christ's sake."
He swore and growled some more and watched Roger writhe on the bed in pain, the tooth marks on his shaft beginning to seep blood.
"And you can quit bitching at me for fucking her open, damn it," he said, raising his voice. "Look what you did to my friend, you little bitch. God damn it, if you fucking pussies can't take a good fucking, then don't fuck around! Go buy some rubber pricks and learn how before you sucker another guy into trying to give you some fun!"
His face was red with anger. He breathed hard. He looked at Holly and then smacked her ass with a sideways blow of his open palm. The sound was sharp. Holly fell over onto her side, still unconscious.
"You brute!" Elaine shouted.
"Aw, shut up, or I'll give you one," he growled. "Get these young cunts out of here. Get them out!"
"Let her come to first, Foster!" Elaine cried.
He spanked her butt, giving it slap after slap, and he was none too gentle about it. Her rump turned bright pink. But she moaned and fluttered her eyes.
"There, she's awake. Now get her out of here. And don't you cunts come hanging around the dock any more, get me?"
Holly groaned with pain. She bent her legs up and cupped her bloody pussy and cried softly.
"It hurts--it hurts... "
"Oh, Holly, Holly... " Sandy cried softly, putting her arms around her sister.
"Sandy, I hurt," she sobbed.
"I know, honey. Come on, try to stand up. We're going home."
Sandy looked at him. She felt infinitely older, oddly cold and hard inside.
She said nothing. She led Holly from the bed. The girl could hardly walk. Her knees pressed together, as if she didn't want to move her thighs. Sandy helped her into her jeans, not bothering with the double agony of making her step into her panties, too.
She slipped on her own clothes. Elaine dressed and came up beside her.
"Let me help you home, Sandy."
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
They looked at one another. It felt good to be forceful and firm. It was a night she would long remember in more ways than one. She had experienced nearly everything. But she had the feeling she would never brag about it to Holly after all.
"I'm sorry, Sandy," Elaine said softly.
Sandy turned away from her. She should be sorry. The ideas, the mood--she had caused them. All for fun and games. Some fun. Some game.
Holly clung to her and limped along. The stars were high and bright outside. She felt the breeze dry her neck and face and thighs to a crusty consistency, a scaliness of dried sperm that itched.
Holly whimpered nearly the whole mile and a half along the dark, wooded path. They sat and rested several times.
"I'm still bleeding, Sandy," she said, frightened.
"When we get to the cabin, Holly, pretend you're all right. Pretend your period started and went into your pants."
"All right, Sandy," she said weakly.
Their mother jumped up from the chair the moment Sandy opened the door. Holly stood free of her, rocking unsteadily, looking pained, and Sandy knew it wasn't going to work.
"Where have you been!" Lori cried. "And look at you! Oh, Holly--Holly, what's the matter!"
Jim came up behind her. He put his hand on her shoulder and looked grim.
"Be quiet, Lori," he said. "Don't make it worse for them."
"Daddy, we--we... " Sandy started, ready to spin a big one. But then she stopped. There was no point in lying. It was past midnight. Holly had blood all down her pants. Her own hair was matted and plastered and caked with dried sperm, and the stuff was peeling from her cheeks and forehead. The stench wafting up from her pants was unmistakable, too, and her own jeans were stained at the crotch from all the sperm draining from her pussy and her itching asshole.
"Oh, Daddy!" she cried suddenly, rushing into his arms.
He held her tightly. He looked at his wife. She looked at her daughters and then held her arms out to Holly, who sobbed and stumbled into them.
"Oh, Mommy, I hurt! My pussy hurts!"
"Oh, baby--I now, I know. It was that way with your Daddy's sister, too. Oh, you poor baby!"
Jim held Sandy away from him. His eyes went over her hair and face and body as if imagining the excesses. His lips compressed.
"How many, Sandy? Who were the bastards?"
"It wasn't their fault, Daddy," Sandy said.
They looked at each other. He remembered the brazen, teasing display in the kitchen just a few hours ago.
"I see," he said. "You were just ready and you tied into more than you could handle."
"Uh-huh."
"And the other night when you went walking?"
"We--Daddy, we came back and stood outside the window and watched you and Mommy fuck."
"You what!" Lori cried with shock.
Sandy looked at her fearfully. "It looked so beautiful! So right! So good! I thought it would be that way tonight, with us, but--but it wasn't!"
She turned in her father's arms. "Daddy--will you fuck me, Daddy?"
"Sandy!" Lori cried with utter shock.
"Oh, please! Make it beautiful and right for me so I won't remember the way I feel right now! Don't you understand, Daddy?"
"I think so, Sandy," he said softly.
"You'll do no such thing, Jim!" Lori cried. "Lori," he said calmly, "stop sounding like a mother hen and start sounding like a mother."
"Let him, Mommy," Holly whimpered, looking up at her mother. "I know just how she feels."
"Oh. You do. And I suppose you want him to fuck you, too?"
"Not right at the moment, Mommy," she grinned. "But I want to be close to you. Can I, Mommy? Can't we all be close right now? We need to."
Lori looked down at her. She swallowed. Her eyes flicked up and down her daughter's body.
"Holly?... " she said, her voice no more than a whisper. "My own daughter?... "
"Daddy'll be there. It'll be good, Mommy. It'll be right. I need you now more than ever before," she sobbed, breaking down, wrapping her arms around her mother and pressing her head against the firm breasts.
Lori looked at her husband. She sucked in her breath. She felt her pussy draw together and squirm oddly under her nightie.
She leaned over the tub and swirled the tepid water. She watched Holly spread her thighs. The bleeding had stopped, but there would be days of tenderness. She soaped her hand and hesitated and then moved it slickly over her daughter's thighs and up to her round breasts and then in between her young pussy lips, doing it very gently.
She dried Holly, patting her womanly body with the fluffy towel. It wasn't quite the same as she used to do, when there were no tits on her chest, no hair on her pussy, no flare to her hips and pinch to her waist.
But she was still the same being, the same child who had come from her pussy into the world and had been cradled and loved in her arms years ago.
When she thought that, it wasn't so shocking, not so bad.
She led Holly into the bedroom. Sandy came in, fresh and pink from her bath. Jim was in the room, looking oddly strained.
Sandy went up to her father and looked into his eyes, tipping her head back. She reached up and slipped the nightie from her shoulders and let it slither to the floor.
He looked down at her and held his breath. Lori looked at her daughter, and for a moment she felt dizzily as if she were looking into a mirror--one that had held her reflection twenty years ago in front of the same man who would have been twenty years younger.
"Oh, Jim... " she gasped.
He looked at her. He smiled. "She's you, Lori. From head to toe, she's you. I told you she was."
He gathered Sandy into his arms. They lay on the bed together. Holly watched her mother and then put her arm about her mother's waist.
"Don't be jealous, Mommy, You're not losing him. You're getting us."
She lifted her head. She pushed the nightie from her mother's shoulders. Lori stood there and let her daughter do it. Then she stared at Holly's naked body, and she could see Jim in her, despite the tits on her chest and the pussy at her crotch and the feminine, soft lines to her face. A feminine Jim, but so much of him still.
"Oh, Holly... " she whispered. "I--I don't know what to do!"
"I do, Mommy," Holly said, making her lie on the bed beside her husband and other daughter.
Jim looked at her. He stretched his neck and pursed his lips toward her and kissed her passionately.
Then he felt the slim hand cup his prick, and it strained shamelessly from his loins.
"Oh, Jim... " Lori gasped, watching her daughter stiffen her husband's cock and come against him with open thighs and pink, fresh pussy. "Ohhhhhh, God... " he gasped.
Sandy's pussy slid down over his prick. She swallowed it into her body. She tipped her head back and moaned with joy. It was big--bigger than all of them. It filled her. It pushed out the others and left no room for them in her being any more.
"Daddy--Daddy, I love you!" she cried. "Ohhhh, fuck me, Daddy! Come in me and wash away all the others with your hot sperm! Make it right and good for me forever, Daddy!"
"Yes--yes, Sandy, yes!" he gasped, wrapping his arms around her slim body, holding her tightly to him, wanting that more than anything--much more than his own pleasure.
"Oh, Mommy--hold me!" Holly cried. "Love me too!"
Lori tore her eyes from her husband and her older daughter and hugged her younger one to her breasts, tit against tit.
"Close your eyes, Mommy. Let me love you."
Lori closed her eyes. Her body was stiff. She felt breath near her thighs, puffing over her blond pubes. Then lips kissed her abdomen, and fingers urged her thighs apart.
She shivered and gasped and spread them, revealing her pussy. She heard a soft moan of pleasure and only later realized it had come from her lips.
She groped out with her hands. She felt the line and pinch of her daughter's waist. She smoothed her hands to the flaring hips and drew them to her face as if compelled.
The scent was sweet and fresh. It was life and goodness. She put her face to it and inhaled, and then her tongue tip extended and touched wet silk.
"Ohhhhh, Daddy, I'm going to come!" Sandy gasped.
She fucked her hips against his. She sucked his cock into her body and squeezed it gently and lovingly. She felt him throb inside her pussy, and immeasurable thrills swept through her being.
"Sandy--god, Sandy, you're making... ohhh, I shouldn't... "
"Yes, Daddy--yes! Come in me! Fill me with love! Wash away the bad and give me your love, Daddy! I'm giving you mine! Ohhhh, yes--giving... mine... " She keened softly and felt the stirrings inside her. Waves started, beginning gently, building high. They overpowered her. They drowned her in a smother series of spasms that was heavenly to drown in and be swept along by.
"Ohhhhh, Daddy! I'm coming now-w-w... "
"Me too, Sandy! Ohhh, Lori--I love you darling! I love our children! God, it's good! Sandy, it's good, darling, it's right! This is the way it should be!"
Lori's breath caught in her throat as she heard them come. She imagined what Sandy was feeling, the heavy throbs deep in her young pussy, the boiling flow of sperm.
Her pussy twitched and shuddered, and then her clit was sucked into warm, silky goodness, and the twitch became a spasm and then another, and she was coming hard.
She sucked on the pussy under her mouth, taking care to be gentle and loving with it, and she heard Holly's grateful, loving moan of bliss.
"Ohhhh, Mommy--it's wonderful!" she cried.
"Yes, Holly yet! God, you were all right! We have to love each other. We must! Holly, I'm coming too!"
"Do it, Mommy!"
"Ahhhhhh!"
Lori opened her eyes. She saw her husband above her face. He smiled down. He dipped his head wordlessly and kissed her lips fully, making it linger, making it more tender and passionate than he ever had.
"Oh, Jim--you came in her! You came in your daughter's pussy! I heard you! I saw you! Ohhhh, God!"
"I love you, Lori," he whispered. "More than ever."
She flung her arms about his neck. He kissed her again and covered her body.
Her legs slung open to receive his straining, throbbing prick, and it was as if he hadn't come in three months.
Oddly, she felt the sharp, tingling sensations of her own body. They were magnified. They had been run through some kind of amplifier and shunted back through her body.
The touch of his prick against her pussy mouth was electric beyond measure. She gasped sharply and urged him into her sweltering cunt, and she felt as giddy and heated as the first time she'd ever let him fuck her so many years ago.
"Jim! Oh, Jim!"
"Darling, I love you!"
"I love you too, honey! Ohhh, I can't believe how I feel!"
"Free--good!"
"Yes! Yes! Magnificent!"
He pumped into her body, and they strained together, blending to one.
The girls sat on their heels and watched. Sandy looked at Holly and smiled. Holly put her arm around Sandy's waist and leaned her head into the hollow of her shoulder.
"That's the way it should be, Sandy," she said, her voice sweet and clean again.
"That's the way, Holly."
"We learned that, didn't we?"
"We learned it."
"And we'll never again forget it?"
"Never, Holly. There has to be love."
"Yes."
They watched in silence and waited. They didn't have to wait long.
"Jim! Ohhhh, Jim!"
"Yes, darling--now! Now!"
"Ohhhh, wonderful! Beautiful!"
"Ahhhh, yes!"
They spasmed and shuddered and clung tightly to each other. Sandy looked at Holly when they were finished.
Holly bent forward and stretched out on one side of her coupled parents. Sandy lay against the other. She looked into her mother's eyes. She lowered her head and kissed her mother's lips.
Lori puffed breath through her nose and then kissed her back, aware that her husband was kissing Holly.
Aware, too, that his prick filled her pussy and would always fill it, no matter how much he had left over to go around.
