Although Americans appear to the rest of the world as frank and open people, the truth is often the opposite when it comes to relating on a personal basis. This is particularly true regarding sexual matters.
The fact is, Americans are only now beginning to learn to discuss sex and sexuality with candor and usually that is within the limits of marital sex.
While no one is advocating sex as the main topic of conversation, and while sexual privacy is very important to most people, many adults harbor fears about themselves and their sexual behavior that could be erased if they were more aware of other people's behavior. Most of us have been brought up to be at least slightly ashamed of anything sexual, and it is frequently reassuring to discover that we are not different, naughty, or even perverted in our sex practices. In discussing sex with others, people find out how truly normal they are.
HORNY SCHOOLGIRL DAUGHTERS--a frank story of two young girls approaches to sexual honesty. A story with a lesson for us all.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
The test a girl supposedly had to pass to become a member of the club was an underground legend at Centerville High School. If she wanted to join the Satin Sisters, so the rumor went, she had to suck a cock without knowing who the boy was who came in her mouth.
Laurel Clayton, though, had never taken the gossip seriously. So, when she was invited to pledge the Sisters, she hadn't worried about the initiation being anything she couldn't handle.
But now she was finding out different. For the stories were true.
"You've got to do it," insisted her cousin Amy, a charter member of the club. "My reputation is on the line."
"Yours?" Laurel said.
"Sure, I sponsored you," Amy explained. "If you chicken out, all the other Sisters will be on my case. You can't let me down after I convinced them to vote you in."
"But this is so... so dirty," Laurel objected.
"Oh, really," Amy scoffed. "You act like you've never sucked a cock before. What's the big deal? You'll just be doing something you've done plenty of times before."
"Okay, so I've given my share of head," Laurel frankly admitted. "But never like this. Without having any idea whose prick it is in my mouth!"
"A blow-job's a blow-job," Amy maintained. "Like, what's the problem if you don't know the guy's name with this one? He'll still shoot his wad just the same. And with no strings attached this way. You swallow his cum, he goes his way, you go yours, and that's all there is to it. Simple as that, then, presto, you're officially one of us. A Satin Sister!"
"What if I say no?"
"Then my ass is grass," Amy claimed. "If the other Sisters even let me stay in the club after I stood up for you and you backed out, I'll still have to prove myself to them all over again."
"How?"
"How else? By cutting you off cold. I'd just have to," Amy stated matter-of-factly. "No way I could be friends with you after you'd turned your back on the most exclusive club in school. God, Laurel, I shouldn't have to tell you that half the girls in school would do practically anything to be a Satin Sister. It's an image thing, pure and simple. You go through with the initiation or we're through. Period." Shaken, Laurel thought it over. She'd been best friends with her cousin since she could remember. Was she really ready to break up over this? A simple blow-job? No, she decided, certainly not as much as it would hurt her to give up her friendship with Amy.
"All right," Laurel agreed, "I'll go through with it. The Satin Sisters don't mean that much to me, Amy, but you do. So I'll suck that cock--not because I care about being in this silly club, but because I care about us."
"Whatever it takes to get the job done," Amy said. "So, c'mon, what're we waiting for? It's all set up, just waiting to happen. Before you know it you'll be a full-fledged Satin Sister and we'll be more best friends than ever."
Taking Laurel by the hand, Amy led her down the hallway. There was a pep rally going on in the gym, so the rest of the school was deserted. However, even under these circumstances, Laurel balked when she saw where she'd been taken.
"I-I can't go in there," she stammered. "That's the boys' bathroom. Never been in one."
"There's a first time for everything," Amy chuckled. "Last stall on the left. The sixth one. There's a hole out in the wall between it and the one next to it. Go there and your initiation will be waiting for you--big and hard and juicy."
Amy pushed Laurel through the swinging door. It was pitch black inside.
"One of the Sisters already made sure the lights were off," Amy explained. "Last stall on the left."
After adding that she'd be waiting outside, Amy was gone. Left on her own, Laurel blindly felt her way forward. When she'd reached the row of stalls, she tugged briefly at each of the doors to keep count, remembering she was supposed to wind up in the sixth and last.
"One... two... three... four... "
When she rattled the fifth, an unseen boy from behind it whispered back, "The next one. That's where you're supposed to be if you're gonna suck my cock."
Entering the sixth stall, Laurel held her breath and ran her hand in the darkness down the wall separating it from the fifth. And even though she'd been prepared to expect what her fingers would next grasp, the sudden handful of throbbing, rigid cock still startled her.
"What's wrong?" the boy whispered when her hand jerked away from his jutting prick.
"It surprised me that your cock is so big," Laurel panted, so hoarse that her voice was not recognizable either. "How much have you got?"
"Ten inches," the boy told her through the wall, still sounding like he could be anybody. "But the chick who hired me to meet you here said you can handle that much easy."
Laurel wondered if it had been her cousin Amy who'd promised that. In any case, in spite of this advertisement for her cock-sucking ability, Laurel had her doubts. She certainly wasn't in the habit of actually measuring the pricks of the boys she went down on, however she guessed that someone hung with ten inches would be a new record for her.
"Dunno if I could deep-throat a cock this big," she admitted, her voice warped by anxiety as she warily felt the hard-on in the darkness again.
His voice equally distorted by macho lust, the boy impatiently answered, "Just give it a try. That's what we're supposed to be here for, bitch."
Laurel reached positively, discovering that she liked being called a bitch under these circumstances. Being talked dirty to made it easier to act out the dirty role.
"Call me more dirty names," she breathlessly requested. "Really get me in the mood for something special."
"You bitch, you whore," the boy rasped. "Horny slut, you've probably sucked every cock in school already except mine. Now that it's my turn, though, it's gonna be more than just another blow-job, tramp. I'm gonna fuck your mouth like it's a cunt. Make you think you've got a clit down your throat. And when I come there'll be so much jizz you won't be able to drink it all!"
She didn't have to hear anything more about his dirty mouth and huge cock to push her past the point of no return.
"Yessss!" she eagerly swooned, then swallowed as many of his ten inches as she could.
"Dunno if you can deep-throat a cock this big, huh?" the boy scoffed at Laurel's earlier doubt. "Jesus, you just took my whole cock like it's going out of style!"
Laurel welcomed this praise with spit-soaked suction. She'd always liked her blow-jobs sloppy, getting the guy's cock wet and slippery so she could hear herself slurping. Her moist sounds were loud and clear now.
As for the boy, he groaned. "Damn, just wish this wall wasn't in the way. Then I could grab your head, bitch, and really pump your mouth around my prick."
Regardless of the barrier, though, he went on to do just fine at fucking her mouth from Laurel's standpoint. Maybe his contact with her was limited so his bucking crotch had to bang against the other side of the wall instead of grinding in her face, but he still managed to put plenty of deep-throating power into his rhythmic cock-thrusts.
Indeed, as he fed her his cock, Laurel thought back to something he'd said just before she'd gone down on him. What was it he'd told her? Yes, that he'd make her think she had a clit down her throat. Well, he was succeeding with his boast.
Laurel had never climaxed from sucking a cock in itself, but she abruptly did now. It was a fantastic experience. Determined to ride her orgasmic crest until Mr. X shot his wad for her, she reached between her legs to get at her clit and her cunt.
Stuffing her hand into her soaked panties, Laurel fingered her clit. She pinched it just hard enough to treat herself to some pleasurably welcome pain. Then just doing a number on id- only that part of her pussy was no longer enough. Stray fingers slipped into juicy cunt- gash and she began probing her spasming depths.
The boy was no fool. "You're finger-fucking your own cunt over there while you suck my prick, aren't you?"
"Mmmm-hmmmmm," a gurgling Laurel readily admitted, her mouth full of cock and her hand working on her cunt. "I'm soooo hot I'm burning up!"
"Well, it's about to get even hotter for you, baby," the boy vowed, his voice boiling as his own excitement rapidly neared the bursting point. "The hottest jizz you ever tasted!" Laurel had never been readier for anything. She wished she could break down the wall to get at his cum-laden balls on the other side and squeeze them to prime the pump before the cock in her mouth erupted. But, taking what she could get, she settled for doubling her suction, keeping the pressure on to reap her creamy reward as quicky as possible.
She hadn't long to wait. With a gushing torrent of jizz, the boy came wildly.
As fast as his cock spurted, she gulped in reply. It was the sweetest, hottest, and the most jizz she'd ever downed. All the other boys whose cocks she'd sucked now seemed like exactly that to her after this--boys, they were just boys in comparison to this hung stud who'd fucked her mouth and come down in her throat in the darkness.
But, as she feasted on his jizz, Laurel had made up her mind that she wasn't going to remain in the dark much longer. For she had become determined to find out who he was. Screw the Satin Sisters, she'd decided, she'd rather get herself screwed face to face by her new Mr. Right.
And to make him reach the same conclusion, she nursed on his cock when it had slowed to a dribble. Delicious as these final drops were, it wasn't simply the dregs of his cum Laurel was after at this point. More important was keeping his hard-on from losing a precious inch.
After she'd milked the last drop of his first batch of cum, he was ready to fuck her in the mouth again. However, Laurel had an even better target in store for his big cock.
So, releasing him from her oral grasp, she told him through the wall, "Enough in my mouth. Next time I want every one of those ten inches fucking straight up my horny cunt. And not in the dark through this damned hole with a wall between us, either. In a toilet. Out in the open in plain sight, where we can see how good we're making each other feel."
There was a pause from the next stall. Then Laurel was told, "I-I can't. Y-you're not supposed to find out who I am. That girls' club who set this all up, the Satin whatever they are, they paid me in cash to do it like they said. You give me a blow-job in the dark and then I split without either of us knowing who the other is, that's the deal."
"How much did you get?" Laurel shot back. "Twenty bucks."
"I'll double it," offered Laurel without hesitation.
"But they said they'd have somebody outside the door to make sure both of us played ball." That meant Amy, of course. Laurel, though, had a plan.
"Okay," Laurel said, "this is what we'll do. You put your cock back in your pants and leave, just like you agreed to do. After you're gone I'll go outside and say I did it. Sucked your cock in the dark and that's that, I'm a Satin Sister. But I've still got the rest of my shit to take care of, like a big test tomorrow--that's what I'll say. If I'm gonna get sworn into the club tonight, then I've got to study this afternoon. Makes sense, doesn't it?"
"Yeah... "
"And from there I head straight for the football bleachers. You know that place under the stands where all the kids hang out during a game?"
"Yeah... "
"Meet me there with your cock as hard as it is now--and be ready to fuck me, stud!"
"How can I say no?"
Within a moment Laurel heard the door the next stall open and close, then the swinging door to the hallway swishing in the distance, and she was alone. As she waited to leave herself, she savored her jizz-coated tongue and looked forward to more than just her mouth getting fucked.
"Ooooooh, this is gonna be the biggest cock you've ever taken," she said down to her cunt, running between her legs with anticipation. "Ten thick inches!"
Then she left, too. However, to her surprise, her cousin was not standing guard outside in the hallway.
"Amy," Laurel called this way and that, "Amy?"
There was no answer from her cousin, nor any sign. Laurel was puzzled, but that immediately gave way to her far more overwhelming desire to catch up with the hot fuck waiting for her under the football bleachers.
It was funny, she thought as she left the building, but after the blow-job, if it had been any other situation, she'd be willing to swear whose voice that was in the darkness.
"Chuckie?" she laughed. "Well, at least I know that's the last boy it is."
Still, she had to admit, it had sure started to sound almost like him near the end. However, at this age a lot of boys sounded alike. She'd noticed it before.
Laurel broke into a dead run around the football field and headed for the nearest exit under the stands. Then, beneath the cover of the bleachers, she closed in on the spot where she'd told her mystery stud to meet her. It was the place where the custodian kept his equipment to clean up after a game. But the lock was a joke. You could spring it with a plastic card.
When she arrived, though, it hadn't been tampered with yet. For some reason she'd gotten there first. She wondered if she might have been stood up. But then, among the mops and brooms, her spirits picked up, for she heard footsteps approaching from outside.
"That better be him," Laurel panted.
Counting on it, she got ready. Quickly, she kicked off her shoes and stripped from the waist down, her nostrils actually flaring from the unleashed scent of her own cunt when she was bare-assed.
She parked her ass in a soft pile of something, spreading her legs in a classic pose. When he walked through the door she'd greet him with the best part of herself--her juicy cunt in all its glory.
Anxiously waiting, Laurel listened to the footsteps outside reach the door, which she'd left ajar. The suspense had her twitching. And it occurred to her at the last minute that maybe it wasn't who she was expecting out there at all. What if somebody else found her like this? The janitor, say? Laurel decided she was too far gone to care. Even if it was the principal, she was so horny by now she'd make him fuck her.
So, regardless of the consequences, she steamily called, "Hurry, hurry. I'm so hot for some cock in my pussy I can't stand it."
The door was finally pushed open. With the sun at his back stood a boy who was a year and three weeks younger than Laurel. She knew his age to the day because she knew him as well as she possibly could anybody after spending her whole life living under the same roof with... "Chuckie!"
After Laurel had blurted out his name, the trembling boy choked. "I-I was afraid of this, sis. Back there in the dark I tried to tell myself that a lot of girls sound alike. But on my way over here, the more I thought about it the more I wondered if it was really y-you. Tried to stay away after it hit me... but I had to find out for sure."
Laurel gulped. "Th-then?... "
"That's right, sis," her brother said in a hush. "That was m-me. You sucked my c-cock." Laurel's mind reeled. The idea of sex with her own brother was something she knew ought to disgust her. However, if this were the case, then why didn't she jump up and put on her clothes at once? Why did she continue to tingle as Chuckie stood there and stared at her wide-open cunt?
Then he panted, "God, sis... if you were just anybody else, this'd be the greatest thing that ever happened to me. When I didn't know it was you, I thought I was the luckiest guy in the world."
"The blow-job I gave you was okay?" Laurel anxiously asked.
"Super, sis," Chuck honestly said. "My first time getting my cock sucked, I couldn't ask for anything better."
"Your first time?" Laurel expressed her surprise. "You were cherry?"
"As the day is long, sis," Chuck sheepishly admitted. "All that macho bullshit I laid on you was just an act. I didn't know what I was saying."
"Oh, but it was beautiful," Laurel reassured him. "As beautiful to listen to as your cock was big and hard to suck and your cum was sweet. Chuckie, I wouldn't tell you this if I didn't really mean every word of it. You're a natural."
"Wish I had a way to prove it."
"Maybe you do."
"Huh?"
"I'm willing if you are. Ready, willing and able."
"God, sis, do you know what you're saying?"
"Shall I spell it out for you? F-u-c-k m-e!" Laurel reached between her legs and fingered her pussy-lips as far apart as they'd stretch in yawning invitation. The musky aroma of her cunt now filled the room like a broken bottle of perfume.
"I-I couldn't," Chuck insisted.
"If that's supposed to mean you can't get it up for me just 'cause I'm your sister," teased Laurel, staring at her brother's bulging crotch, "I know you're lying."
"You know what I mean, sis," Chuck explained. "I couldn't ever f-fuck you for one main reason. It's wrong."
"What can be wrong about something that'd feel soooooo gooooood?" Laurel seductively purred.
Her brother was close enough to her so she could reach his swollen fly with her bare foot. Playfully, she unzipped him with her big toe, which she then used to tickle the telltale mound packing his jockey shorts.
"Cut it out, sis... or damn if I won't come in my pants!"
"It'd be a lot more fun if you came in my cunt," Laurel coaxed. "Nobody'd ever have to know but us. And if you really didn't want to, you'd be long gone by now. Face it, kiddo, your losing your cherry to me was just meant to happen. Fate."
Chuck started to pull away. But when he reached for the door, after hesitating, he pulled it shut.
In the darkness which followed, Laurel heard the welcome rustling of clothes being shed. When she found the chain to the overhead light and yanked it, her brother was revealed before her with his pants and shorts gone and a jutting hard-on that made her mouth and pussy drool. If she'd had any remaining doubt, Laurel was now convinced she was doing the right thing.
"Mmmm, thatta boy! I guarantee you'll never regret this. Once I take your cherry, you'll be such a stud that you won't have any trouble getting all the pussy you can fuck. I'll teach you every trick there is. Now let's get started with your, uh, education, brother dear."
Chuck warily stepped forward, his rigid prick casting its throbbing shadow across his sister's waiting crotch. Then Laurel snagged him with her long legs and pulled him on top of her.
"That's right," she told him, "fit your hips in there, nice 'n' snug. You're gonna be just perfect. And now I'll do the rest to get you started."
Laurel wrapped her slender fingers around her brother's thick cock, nudging his cock-head against her pussy-lips and clit, moistening it with her leaking cunt-juice. On the brink of his first fuck, Chuck caught his breath just long enough to take a deep swallow of air and then held it again.
"This is it," his sister told him. "Sonny boy... "
She slipped his cock-head into her warm, wet cunt-gash and bucked her loins to take his ten inches to the hilt on the first try.
"... You're fucked!" Laurel crowed.
"Oh, yeah!" Chuck moaned, beginning to pump his big prick in the spasming vise of his sister's cunt. "Didn't know it'd be this easy. Fucking just must be one of those things that everybody's born knowing how to do!"
"Oh, for sure," Laurel agreed. "If you really want to be a first class stud, though, there's more to it than only the old in and out. Plenty of guys never get past wham-bam-thank-you- ma'am. They get into a few girls' pants and pretty soon the word starts to spread so nobody puts out for them anymore. They're right back where they were when they were still cherry--jack-off artists."
"So what else do I have to do, sis?" Chuck asked.
"If you want to make me come for you as hard as a girl can, try sucking these," Laurel suggested, pulling up her sweater to reveal her braless tits. "Anything you do to my tits'll go straight to my cunt."
"You got it, sis," Chuck hungrily panted. "Whatever you say!"
He lowered his face. Laurel bunched her tits together so her plump nipples were side by side. Her brother took both in his mouth and greedily slurped.
That was all Laurel needed. She climaxed on the spot, orgasmically writhing beneath her sucking, fucking brother so her cunt fucked his prick with relentless friction. And with that kind of pressure on him, Chuck was quickly on the verge of coming himself.
"Wish I could make it last longer," he apologetically gasped to his sister, "but I'm only human. Gonna have to shoot it already, sis."
"Don't be sorry for just having to do what comes naturally," Laurel excitedly told him. "And I do mean cummmmm!"
Then, personally priming Chuck's supply of jizz, she reached into the crush of loins and squeezed his squishy balls. It was the same as pulling the trigger of a loaded gun. Her brother's hilted cock was abruptly firing liquid cum-bullets at the depths of her pussy. In turn, Laurel had a fresh climax of her own that was twice as mighty as her last one.
In the heat of orgasmic lust, Chuck no longer simply sucked tit. Now he chewed her nipples, hurting Laurel so good that she cried out in ecstasy.
"Ooooh, you learn soooo fast," she told him when he'd finished spilling his jizz and was slobbering on her tits instead of biting them. "I don't think you need any more lessons about being a stud. You just graduated with honors, brother dear."
And here, Chuck slyly said, "Might've just been beginner's luck, though, sis. Won't know for sure unless I can do it again, will we? Know what I mean, sis?"
"Mmmmm, do I!"
And keeping her legs wrapped around Chuck so his cock stayed jammed in her cunt, Laurel got herself fucked by her brother all over again. He wasn't a beginner anymore, he was an expert.
CHAPTER TWO
After fucking each other silly, brother and sister dressed and prepared to return to the outside world. If they were lucky the pep rally would still be going on and nobody would see them, but just in case they'd leave separately. However, before Chuck was first to go, Laurel's curiosity surfaced.
"Say," she asked him, "just who in the Satin Sisters hired you, anyway?"
"Beats me," Chuck answered. "I just got a phone call the other night. Couldn't pick out the voice. Sounded like she was talking through a handkerchief or something."
"Well, how did you know it wasn't just a put- on?"
"I thought it was. Just acted like I went along because this chick who called really had a line. But, the next day, the money she'd promised showed up in the mail and I guessed it was for real after all. There really was a club called the Satin Sisters, where girls blew strange guys to get into it. Horny as I was, I just couldn't pass it up. So I went to where the note said I should, and you know the rest."
"Note?" Laurel cut in, thinking that if she saw it she'd be able to tell whether it was Amy's handwriting.
But Chuck said, "Yeah, typed, all nice and neat. 'Course I got rid of it. If mom ever found something like that she'd have me grounded forever. Why, sis, you think you know who sent it? Thought it was supposed to be a secret who's in these Satin Sisters. Just figured they got in touch with you the same way when they invited you to join. That you'd only find out who they were after you passed the initiation.", "Sure, sure," Laurel muttered. "I was just trying to get a jump on them, that's all. I'll find out the rest of the story soon enough, I suppose."
"You mean like why they teamed me up with you?" Chuck asked the logical question. "Whoever called and sent me that note must've known I was your brother. Jeez, what an outfit those Satin Sisters must be if they did it on purpose. Pulling a stunt like this."
Laurel seemed to shrug it off now, saying, "Probably they just got their wires crossed. Somebody else was getting initiated today and we got sent to the wrong places somehow. A crazy coincidence, that's all."
"Well, however it happened, I'm glad it did," Chuck summed up. "Can't think of any other way I'd have ever gotten around to fucking you, sis. So whether it was on purpose or an accident that you gave me that blow-job in the first place, I'm sure not complaining after how it turned out. One way or another, thanks to the Satin Sisters I'm the luckiest guy in the world." Laurel had to honestly agree that regardless of their motives, the Sisters had definitely done her and Chuck a terrific favor. Still, though, once her brother had gone, she found herself wondering more than ever about what was really behind today.
* * *
"Well, how'd I do?" Laurel asked Amy over the phone, having called her cousin after not being able to find her again at school. "Did I pass the test? I was set to tell you all about it, but you were gone after I finished the blow-job." Laurel's plan was to get her cousin talking, then try to read between the lines of what Amy said. The conversation, though, was about to take some unexpected twists and turns.
"Uh, yeah," Amy muttered in reply, "and that makes for kind of a problem. It's not your fault I had to split when I saw the damned principal at the end of the hall looking for some kid's ass to bust. So the only thing I could do was make tracks for that stupid pep rally in the gym before the son of a bitch could catch up with me and lose myself in the crowd."
"So as long as you got away, what's the problem?" Laurel said to draw her cousin out.
"It isn't just the school that has rules," Amy haltingly replied. "So do the Sisters. Like the one that says that when a new member goes through her initiation, somebody has to be there outside the whole time to be sure it goes right. See, I was supposed to talk to the guy afterward so he could tell me that you'd come across the way you were supposed to. Otherwise... "
"I'm still not in, then?"
"... 'Fraid not. You still have to pass another test."
"Suck another cock in the dark?"
"No," Amy answered, "this time it's my turn for that."
Laurel said she didn't understand.
"It's like this. I'm in trouble because I botched up your initiation," explained Amy. "So now the Sisters are treating me the same as a pledge again to teach me a lesson. Now I'm the one who's gotta do the cock-sucking."
"And what about me? What am I supposed to do?"
"Set it up," Amy revealed. "In other words, it's exactly the other way around than it was the first time."
"Will there be any other of the girls involved to check up on us?"
"No, they trust us that much. Will you do it, Laurel?"
"Of course," Laurel agreed. "Tomorrow at the same place, during lunch. I'll have a boy there for you."
* * *
It had been too much for Laurel to resist. She'd called him that night, disguising her voice so he wouldn't know who she was. Sure, he'd heard of the Satin Sisters, he said, who hadn't? But what did they want with him?
"You know what if you know about the Sisters," Laurel had told him through the handkerchief over the phone's mouthpiece. "Your cock's for hire, isn't it?"
"I'm not gonna pass up a blow-job, if that's what you mean."
"Then listen and show up tomorrow when and where I say."
Laurel had given him instructions. Then she'd hardly been able to sleep that night, excitedly thinking about the delicious switch she was pulling on Amy.
And now, the next day, they were outside of the same swinging door. She'd be waiting outside, Laurel told her cousin. The latter nodded, then went inside the bathroom. But what Amy didn't know was that a few minutes later Laurel was following her in the now familiar darkness.
This time Laurel slipped into the fourth stall, putting her ear to the wall. She heard plenty. Indeed, it was almost like listening to herself from yesterday. Which was only fitting. For the boy who'd been recruited to get a blow-job from Amy wasn't simply anybody, just as Chuckie hadn't been...
After all, Laurel wasn't the only girl with a brother. This time Amy's was the one whose hard cock jutted through the hole in the wall, thanks to their eavesdropping cousin.
His name was Carl. Laurel had no idea how he was hung, but guessed it wouldn't take long to find out from overhearing his sister's reaction. Sure enough, as if on cue, Amy sounded off.
"Mmmmm," she excitedly said, "I can't see it in the dark, but I can sure feel it. Your great, big cock!"
"Think you can suck the whole thing?"
"Only one way to find out," she hungrily answered.
Greedy female slurping immediately followed, accompanied by appreciative male moaning. And as her ears picked up the sounds of the blow-job in the darkness, Laurel relied on her imagination to picture it in her mind's eye.
As close as she and Amy had always been, neither had ever really gone at it hot and heavy with a boy while the other was around.
Hmmmm, sure sounds like Amy gives head, Laurel had to admit to herself as she listened in. Then she chuckled. Almost as good as me, she thought.
Laurel wondered how long it would take Amy to make Carl come in her mouth. Even more she looked forward to what might happen after that. In short, would Amy and Carl wind up going the same route as she and Chuckie had yesterday?
"God, I hope so," Laurel whispered with anticipation. "What I'd give to be here if they actually fucked. Then I'd really have Amy over a barrel. She'd have to give me the lowdown about the Satin Sisters, about how and why they set me up with Chuckie."
Meanwhile, though, there was a blow-job to be finished. Amy wasted no time taking care of that. Her slurping got louder and faster. Her brother moaned with mounting pleasure. Then, when he sharply blurted out with a telltale gasp, it was obvious what was happening.
"Oh, yes," Laurel murmured unheard encouragement to him at this point, "come, Carl, come. Come as much as you can in Amy's mouth. Keep your big cock down her throat until she drinks every drop of your jizz!"
Then, as she heard Amy gulping down Carl's cum, Laurel licked her lips as if she could taste it herself. Maybe some time, she tempted herself, she'd get around to sucking Carl's juicy prick on her own behalf. But that somewhere off in the future if it ever took place. And now the present became even more compelling...
Laurel had just heard Amy say to Carl, "Oh, no way I can stop with just a blow-job. You've just gotta fuck more than my mouth. My pussy needs every inch of that big cock of yours."
"Through the wall? In the dark?"
"Oh, no. Enough of that," Amy gusted. "That was okay for just a blow-job, but when you fuck me it's gotta be perfect. My legs wrapped around you while your big cock pumps in my cunt, and us face to face so we can see $ each other the whole time. Wanna see your eyes bug out when you feel how tight my pussy is around your hard-on!"
"But what about the Satin Sisters?" Carl asked. "We're not supposed to know who each other is."
"To hell with that!" Amy declared. "No stupid club runs my life. I'd drop out in a second if it meant not fucking you. Besides, what they don't know won't hurt them."
And listening to this, Laurel couldn't help recognizing how much like a re-run it was of what had gone on yesterday between her own brother and herself. The only difference between her cousin and herself, Laurel now heard, was that Amy was determined to get fucked right here on the spot rather than sneaking off somewhere else. She'd go turn on the lights, Amy said to Carl. When she got back she expected him to be out of stall five and into six, waiting with a hard-on for her horny cunt.
Then six's door swung open and female footsteps scampered across the floor. The sound of five's door followed, with heavier male steps traveling the short distance to the last stall. And this was Laurel's chance. While the lights were still out she moved down, too, ready to take advantage of the hole in the wall next door.
The lights came on just after she made the switch. Peeking through the opening, Laurel spied her cousin Carl's cock for the first time. It was every bit as thick and long as her own brother's. Carl was stroking it to make sure it stayed hard. More than ever Laurel was determined to try it on for size herself some day.
Then Amy returned. During her absence she'd shed her clothes. When she stepped back into view she was stark naked. She was also, Carl saw for the first time, his own sister.
"Amy!" he choked. "Jesus, dunno how this happened, but count me out. Dunno what those Satin Sisters are up to, but I'm getting the hell out of here!"
"Oh, save your breath," Amy told him, not even blinking. "Who cares how or why we both showed up here today. If it really made any difference to you that I'm your sister, you'd have lost your hard-on. So drop the act and fuck me!"
That said, Amy flipped down the toilet seat and parked her ass on it. Her legs stretched in opposite directions, putting her cunt on glorious display.
And peering through the hole in the wall, this was the first time Laurel had ever seen her best friend's pussy in this state. Sure, she'd seen Amy bare-assed before over the years. But never with pussy-lips flaring so the juicy inner pink between them glistened in exposure. Indeed, except for looking at her own in the mirror, it was the first cunt Laurel had ever seen wide open.
"Ooooooh, what a beautiful pussy!" Laurel murmured under her ragged breath. Then she had to admit, "Carl can't be turned on by it any more than I am."
Then, realizing what she'd just confessed to herself, Laurel got the shivers as its impact sank in. Had she really meant it? If she had the chance, would she really go down on Amy's beautiful cunt?
And when she became aware she was hungrily licking her lips, Laurel was forced to accept the truth.
Yes, yes, she thought. If she'd let me I'd eat Amy's pussy in a second.
However, it was Carl who had first crack at Amy's juicy cunt. His jutting cock wasn't about to let him pass up this opportunity to fuck it, despite his other misgivings.
"Okay, sis, you win," he croaked to Amy. "I ought to turn you down, but I've got to find out what it's like to get a piece of ass. Never thought it'd be with you, but you've got me so horny I can't walk away from it."
"By any chance, my darling brother," Amy teased, "are you trying to tell me that you just happen to be a virgin?"
"Haven't had that much luck with chicks, sis," Carl sheepishly admitted.
"Don't worry, I'll change your luck," Amy promised. "Cherry or not, nobody goes away from fucking yours truly without knowing he's a top notch stud. Your real luck is that you didn't get fucked until I came along to break you in, so you didn't pick up any bad habits. Trust me."
"So then, what do I do now, sis?" Carl gulped.
"Silly boy. Put it in. That big prick in my pussy. If you don't hurry up and do it on your own, I'll just have to rape you."
Egged on by his sister, Carl moved within range. As he took aim on her waiting cunt, both his hand and cock trembled with anticipation.
"Relax. Relax and enjoy it," Amy merrily advised. "Just like I really was raping you. Just stop thinking and do what your body tells you. And my body'll be right here to let you know yours is making all the right moves. Fucking's so natural that even a virgin can't help get the hang of it from the very beginning--especially if he has a teacher."
"Then," Carl gulped, "here goes, sis."
He pulled his cock toward his sister's cunt with his jerking hand, the rest of him lurching in the process. Amy reached out with her legs and caught him. Into Amy's welcoming cunt his cock automatically surged, and just like that Carl was fucking his first girl.
"See how fast you get into the swing of it?"
Amy said. "Hey, I'll bet you can make me come for you right away if you keep this up. Especially if I give you a little help."
Amy shifted her legs from around Carl to hook them over his shoulders. In this position she angled his prick practically straight down into her cunt to take advantage of every thrusting inch.
"Oooooh," she quickly swooned with orgasmic delight, "you got the job done already, stud. Mmmmm, got me coming sooo goooood!"
"Know maybe this is a stupid question, sis," Carl self-consciously asked as she wriggled below him. "But can you come more than once during a fuck?"
"More like can I stop," Amy giggled. "Just help me keep coming with more besides your cock in my cunt. Fucking's still the main thing, but giving a girl that something extra along with her pussy full of your prick is what separates the men from the boys. Interested?"
"You bet, sis. I've gone too far already not to give you anything you ask for!"
"Then while your cock's fucking my pussy, finger-fuck me too."
"In the same place, sis?"
"With the way you're hung? You gotta be kidding," Amy cheerfully scoffed. "My cunt's already so packed with your cock that you couldn't get anything else in edgewise."
"Then how can I finger-fuck you, sis, if your cunt's already got all it can take?" Carl asked.
Amy smirked in reply. "I've got more than one fuck-hole down there, you know. Like way down below, that's where you'll find number two. Figured it out yet? Or do you need another hint, straight from the source? Well, just in case... "
Then, Amy playfully interrupted herself with a sighing fart. Her brother could have no doubt any longer about where she expected to be finger-fucked.
In her ass!
Down he reached, a notch below where his cock filled her pussy. Her puckered asshole greeting his nervous touch throbbed in readiness to be penetrated.
Amy impatiently urged, "Stick 'em in! At least two fingers. And bend 'em at the knuckles. That way it'll feel like another cock up my ass while you're finger-fucking me down there to go along with the real one in my pussy!"
"Jeez, sis," Carl gulped, "afraid I might hurt you... "
"Do it!" Amy demanded.
Carl obeyed. Into her shit-hole his pair of knuckles went, with his sister farting again to make room. And when he was solidly fucking her there, Amy celebrated with another orgasm that made her first seem like only a ripple.
Looking on through the hole between stalls, Laurel couldn't help being envious. Envious of both her cousins. Laurel was jealous of Amy because she herself had never had the courage to go ahead and have her asshole used like the second cunt she knew down deep it really was. And jealous of Carl because she wished that she could take his place and do something wonderful to his sister's tightest fuck-hole.
"Mmmmm, I'd use my tongue," Laurel fascinated. "Put it in so deep I could taste her shit. Amy'd come for me so hard if I ever went down on her sweet ass, I just know it." Then, of course, Laurel daydreamed more about turning on with Amy, there'd also be her cousin's luscious tits and cunt. How, Laurel wondered, could they have been best friends this long without this ever previously crossing her mind? Even more, how much longer could she wait before she satisfied this newly discovered fucking desire?
"I wonder if Amy's ever felt that way about me," Laurel asked herself. "Or anybody else. Like maybe one of the other Satin Sisters. What if they're all bi?"
It was the first time Laurel had thought of the club in a long while. It was funny, she realized, she'd never met anyone else except her cousin who would openly admit to actually being a member. A lot of other girls hinted that they might be, but you could never be certain.
And yet, as for herself, Laurel no longer cared if she was ever officially sworn into the club. After having been determined to unravel its mystery, she now found herself drawn to the far more intriguing lure of all-female sex with her cousin.
"Oh, baby, Carl can never do it to you the way I could if you'd let me," Laurel whispered as Amy's brother fucked her cunt and fingered her ass. "Believe me, I know. I went all the way with my own brother, too. But as good as it was with him, I know it'd be even better with you, Amy darling."
For now, though, Laurel had no choice but to accept that all the fireworks with Amy were being set off by Carl. As she watched her cousins fuck she could hardly complain, since, after all, she was the one who'd pulled the strings behind the scenes to bring them together. And besides, Carl and Amy were an impressive couple.
It wasn't going to last much longer, however. Carl was pumping his big cock faster and faster in his sister's cunt, adding to the mounting friction with equally rapid thrusts of his knuckles in her asshole.
"Oh, stud, I know what you're about to do," Amy groaned on the receiving end of her brother's repeated surges in her pussy and shit- hole. "I can feel that cock of yours getting set to just absolutely explode in my cunt!"
"Then you're ready for it, sis? For me to shoot my wad?"
"Drown it, stud! Drown my pussy with more jizz than you ever knew you had to shoot!" cried Amy.
"You got it, sis! More jizz than I've ever come!"
Carl's crotch bucked. Amy pushed back. Then male and female groans echoed off the walls as brother and sister reached the peak of fucking.
"Arrrghhhh!" Carl croaked as if he were in pain. But sheer pleasure was etched on his face while his cock erupted at the depths of his sister's tight cunt.
Getting swamped by his prick's creamy flow, Amy swooned, "Mmmmm, so wet! So hot! So much! Soooo goooood!"
As long as Carl came, Amy's crotch was grinding flush against his to keep his spurting hard-on buried in her cunt. How her ass squirmed, without her brother's fingers up her asshole any longer! For these she'd grabbed and switched to her mouth, sucking up the flavor of her own shit.
And then the crackling orgasm electricity between her brother and sister was running its course. Their bodies started to sag. Carl was the most affected. With his balls having been drained, he began blinking as if he were waking up from a dream.
"What's the matter?" his sister asked him when she saw that odd expression on his face.
Obviously talking to himself, Carl hollowly answered, "God, I don't believe what I just did... just fucked my own sister!"
"You sure as hell did, stud," Amy sighed, "and what a fuck! My pussy'll be sore for a week from your big cock. Same with my poor asshole after the way you dug in there. But don't let my little aches and pains stop you if you're in the mood for more of me. Like they say, no pain, no gain."
Carl was not amused. He looked like somebody who'd just been told they only had a month to live.
"It was just supposed to be a simple blow- job in the dark from somebody I'd ever see," he muttered, again to himself. "And... now this. God, did I really do it? Fuck my own sister? If anybody ever found out about this... " He couldn't bring himself to finish naming what he believed the consequences might be. Instead, he pulled his sticky prick from Amy's swamped pussy, shook free from her thighs, then stood on unsteady legs and stared at his freshly fucked sister as if she were an agent of the devil.
"... You made me do it," he whispered, just barely recovering his voice. "I didn't know what I was doing. Not my fault, but who'd ever believe me?"
By this point Amy could tell that she had a serious problem on her hands. In short, the reality of what he'd done was sinking in.
Amy dealt with it as well as she could, telling her brother, "Carl, listen to me. Just put on your pants and go on to your next class like nothing happened here. And when you come home tonight, everything'll be just the same as it's always been. Like nothing happened. I won't mention it. So you're off the hook, Carl. Don't have to feel any guiltier about this than you would a wet dream."
"Yeah, a dream... a dream," he mumbled. "It was all like a dream. I didn't have any control over it. Just get back to normal and maybe I can forget."
"Sure," Amy soothed. "Worst you have to worry about is all in your mind. Stop thinking about it and you'll be as good as new before you know it."
Carl nodded in a daze. A moment later he'd awkwardly dressed himself, then stumbled out of the stall. Like a zombie he left the bathroom. And as soon as he was gone Amy broke into a fit of the giggles.
"What a trip!" she laughed. "Poor kid, he's a basket case. What's he gonna do when he has to fuck me again? 'Cause no way I'm letting a big cock like his go to waste. Guess I'll have to give him a couple of days rest, though, just to be fair."
Then Amy rubbed her cum-soaked cunt so it squished out loud.
"Except right now, the only problem is," she wistfully sighed, "I'm still so horny. Damn, what I'd give for another whirl at it. If somebody walked in here, I wouldn't care who it was. All I want is more sex! From anybody!"
CHAPTER THREE
Given her own lusty state, what else could Laurel do when she heard her cousin wishing for more sex from anybody?
So before she could lose her nerve, Laurel hurriedly prepared to make her move. Off came her clothes. Her confidence soared, since once she was naked she was so much more sure she was doing the right thing.
"Trust your body," she told herself, "and you can't go wrong."
.H Then she emerged from her stall in the nude. Down to Amy's she went. The door was slightly ajar.
"Still want more?" Laurel called, her low voice disguised so it could have belonged to some boy who'd wandered into the john and overheard Amy.
"Mmmm-hmmmmm!" came the steamy answer. "I'm ready for anybody and anything!"
It was now or never for Laurel. She flipped open the door and showed herself, praying that her cousin wouldn't reject her.
And seeing who had answered her urgent request for more sex under any conditions, Amy seemed to melt right before Laurel's eyes. For a moment it was impossible to tell what was at the bottom of her stunned reaction. But then...
"Ooooh, it's too good to be true!" Amy gurgled to her naked cousin. "Laurel, it's like you're stepping out of a dream. The wettest dream I could ever have. I've always wanted us to be more than just best friends, but was afraid to hope you might feel the same way. How long have you wanted to, darling... with me?"
"All that matters is right now," Laurel impatiently answered. "We can talk about it later. But right now, let's just do it!"
"Then start here! " Amy excitedly beckoned, opening her thighs. "Eat me, eat me! Eat my cunt the way I've always dreamed you would!" As her cousin sat spread-legged on the toilet, Laurel knelt before her. Her mouth immediately tasted its first pussy. Since Amy had just been fucked by her brother, Carl's leftover jizz was what Laurel tasted to begin with. But quickly she'd sucked that down and was reaming her tongue to the purely female depths of her cousin's sweet cunt.
"Ah, you horny dyke bitch," Amy moaned in response, starting to talk dirty to Laurel's delight. "Your tongue feels like a cock in my pussy! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me with it so I can come in your mouth!"
Laurel eagerly launched a series of oral thrusts. Her cousin's cunt didn't take long to produce the predicted orgasmic results. Now, as Amy writhed with orgasmic ecstasy, Laurel feasted on another girl's cum for the first time.
The instant she tasted the oozing cum from her cousin's coming cunt, Laurel felt like she was abruptly hooked on some incredibly powerful drug. Her senses reeled. Although she was the one eating pussy, the next thing she knew she was coming just as hard as Amy.
And as her own currently untouched cunt climaxed while her cousin's drenched her mouth, Laurel automatically knew what the next logical move was. She made it, pulling Amy down to her level onto the floor. Amy knew exactly what was going on. She adjusted her naked body accordingly, curling into a side-by-side lesbian sixty-nine with Laurel.
So now each cousin was sucking the other's delicious cunt. And tongue-fucking it as well. The pussy-juice the girls didn't swallow sloppily drooled down their chins. The combined sounds of their slurping, their orgasmic moaning and their squishing pussies filled not only the stall in which they got it on but spread through the entire bathroom. If somebody were to walk in, he wouldn't be able to miss it. Such as now...
He was what the other kids in school called a nerd. But he had a cock like any other guy that needed attention. And since no chick would give him a tumble, jacking off was the name of his game. He was slipping into the john right now to beat his cock-meat during the last five minutes of lunch.
"Wow," he gasped when he heard the telltale sounds, "what's that?"
He followed the trail of the enticing noises. This led him to the last stall on the last. He opened the door.
"Jesus fucking Christ!" he blurted out in awe when he saw naked girls writhing at his feet, their faces buried in each other's cunts as they were locked into a sixty-nine.
What should he do? Did he dare?
"Y-you, uh, girls," he stuttered, "want some c-company?"
They acted like he wasn't there. But that didn't turn him away. Everybody thought he was a nerd, but he had a macho streak nonetheless. And these cunts, he told himself, were just what he needed to bring it out. "Why the hell not?" he rumbled. Unzipping his fly, he boldly pulled out his cock. It was as stiff and throbbing as he'd ever seen it.
"This is what you dyke bitches really need," he heard himself rashly say. "Do yourselves a favor and come and get it!"
Now, finally, Laurel and Amy lifted their hands from each other's cunts and looked at the intruder. Their response devastated him. Laughing out loud with scorn, they sent him running like a scared rabbit.
And when he'd vanished, Amy chuckled, "Actually, he was hung with a pretty big prick."
"Who needs it?" Laurel said with conviction, completely serious now. "I don't give a hoot if I never see another cock, the way I'm feeling. All I want is you, you, you! Your cunt, your tits, your mouth, your ass!"
"Then let's get the hell out of here," Amy answered with equal seriousness. "The boys' john is the last place we want to get it on if we're through with guys."
"Where to, then?" Laurel anxiously asked. "My house," Amy suggested. "We'll cut the rest of our classes and have the place all to ourselves while my folks are at work. How about it?"
"Let's go!" Laurel eagerly agreed. "Get there as fast as we can so we can pick up where we just left off."
So the girls dressed and left the bathroom behind them. They ran all the way. But then, when they arrived at Amy's, she told Laurel, "You wait here while I go in first."
"What for? I thought the coast was clear."
"I've got a surprise for you."
"Oh, what is it?"
"Won't be a surprise, silly, if I tell you now. That's why I want you to make sure your eyes are closed when you come into my room. About five minutes from now."
Then Laurel was standing alone on the porch. It was the longest five minutes she'd ever spent. When her wristwatch had finally told her it was time, she almost climaxed from her overwhelming anticipation.
So now, her cunt squishing with every step, Laurel went inside. Toward her cousin's room she hurried, pausing in the hallway to take a deep breath to brace herself for something wonderful.
Having heard Laurel's footsteps, Amy called, "Don't forget to close your eyes. And take off your clothes."
Laurel stripped beyond the door and shut out the light. Then, taking one step in front of the other, she blindly crossed the threshold. Keeping her eyes closed until she had her cousin's permission to look was just about the hardest thing Laurel had ever done.
"When?" she asked.
"Just a sec," Amy answered. The sound which followed indicated she was adjusting something. Then, at last, she announced, "Now, Laurel, now! Get your mind blown, baby!"
Laurel blinked and focused. And tripped backward a couple of steps from the impact of the astonishing sight. For her naked cousin was now miraculously hung with a cock bigger than any boy's that Laurel had ever seen!
"Well, how do you like me when I'm hung?" Amy purred, stroking her jutting hard-on. "I know we agreed who needs cocks. But that was just about when a guy comes with them. But when another girl straps on her own cock for a change, believe me it's a different ballgame." Laurel gulped, "Wh-where did you ever get it? Isn't that what they call a d-dildo?"
She'd sent away for it from an ad, Amy explained, in the back of one of her father's skin magazines. So far she'd only fucked herself with so it, but she'd been dying to strap it on and use it on somebody else's cunt.
"I wanted to ask you a million times if you'd ever thought about being fucked by another girl," Amy then told Laurel. "But I never had the... " She interrupted herself with a smirk, rubbing between her legs just below the base of the dildo.
"... never had the balls," Amy finished, laughing at her own expense.
"Who needs 'em!" Laurel declared.
Then she made a beeline for the bed. She dove into it, turning a spectacular flip in midair so she landed on her ass. The impact sent her legs flying apart, stretching her pussy-lips wide open.
"Oooooh, look at that cunt!" Amy drooled aloud at the equally drooling target between her cousin's spread thighs. "I can't wait to put every inch of my big cock into that gorgeous cunt and fuck it like no boy ever could!"
"Yes! Please, yes!" Laurel begged for a pussyful of another girl's hard-on. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
Amy moved in to take the plunge, setting her hips while she aimed the dildo at her cousin's anxiously waiting cunt. Then bucking her crotch in macho style, she thrust the vinyl fuck-tool in to the hilt.
"Damn, what a monster!" Laurel squealed with delight on the receiving end of all that female cock. "We just started and already I know I've never been fucked any better!" She clutched and rocked Amy with her thighs, also rolling her ass. The friction whipsawed her pussy, the result being that Laurel climaxed at once.
Orgasmically, she then urged her cousin, "Now start sucking my tits, Amy. Suck my tits at the same time, you're fucking my cunt, so I'll keep coming nonstop. Please, darling, suck me while you fuck me... suck and fuck, fuck and suck!"
Amy didn't disappoint Laurel, dropping her mouth to the latter's tits and slurping back and forth between her ripe, red nipples. Laurel's orgasmic response quickly doubled in intensity. By now she was almost delirious with erotic joy.
"God, I'm coming so hard I almost can't stand how good it feels!" Laurel cried. But in her next gusting breath, she was urging her cousin even louder, "More, Amy, more! Now do something to my ass, too!"
Replying to Laurel's request for backdoor sex, Amy asked, "How much can you take down there?"
"Anything you give me!" Laurel recklessly blurted.
Laurel excitedly braced herself for whatever her cousin planned to deliver. However, Amy's next maneuver seemed a definite letdown. For, rather than exploring Laurel's horny asshole, she abruptly stopped fucking her cunt by yanking the dildo free.
"I wanted you to do something to me where I shit, not stop screwing my pussy," a puzzled Laurel complained.
"Trust me," Amy soothed.
"Well, whatever it is, hurry!" Laurel panted with frustration. "I'm starting to lose that coming feeling without any of your cock in me!"
"Then try this on for size, sweetheart," Amy said, aiming the dildo once more as she again set her hips. But this time her target was a notch lower than Laurel's cunt.
Laurel caught on now, gasping, "Oh, no!" But Amy was already lurching forward, cock-first.
And suddenly fucked where she was tightest, Laurel helplessly swooned, "Oooooh, yessss!" When she'd asked for something down below, Laurel hadn't expected this much. Now that she was getting it, though, she couldn't believe how good it hurt to get fucked in the ass.
Laurel had never gone this far with a boy, so in a sense her asshole was as cherry as her cunt had once been. Only so much more tender and narrow. Getting ass-fucked, she now realized, had to be the ultimate test for a girl. How she came through it would prove as much about her true character as anything she'd ever do.
"Rip me, rip me!" she wildly shouted to her cousin. "Fuck the shit out of my cherry asshole!"
Amy began pistoning the dildo back and forth. Laurel had the impression as the ass-fuck got into gear that her ass must be wired directly to her cunt. Her pussy-juices oozed like fresh honey.
Then, as she climaxed from the orgasmic effect of the dildo up her ass, Laurel experienced another form of release that had entirely to do with her shit-chute. Seated at the core of her bowels, the molten gurgling rapidly spread beyond its spasming source and seeped down the pumping dildo.
"Mmmmm, is that what I think it is?" a cock-thrusting Amy sighed with approval, her nose wrinkling as she sniffed the telltale scent.
"Oh, yes, yes, for sure. You did it to me," Laurel excitedly reported. "Fucked the shit out of my asshole! Got me coming and shitting at the same time!"
"Then how about a triple-play?" Amy devilishly suggested.
"Anything!" Laurel exclaimed, readily repeating her willingness to try whatever her cousin saw fit to dish out.
And now she felt Amy's fingers probing her cunt. Not deep inside her cunt, though. Instead her cousin had a shallower, much tinier opening as her target within Laurel's cunt. Only another girl, with a cunt of her own, would have been able to find it so quickly with such expert stimulation.
"Mmmm, you kinky bitch," Laurel praised her cousin's latest addition to the already bizarre action when she realized what Amy was doing to her. "You know you're gonna get it all over you, don't you? Get soaking wet!"
"That a threat or a promise?" Amy giggled.
"A fact!" Laurel declared, as the pressure on her cunt abruptly took its toll with gushing results.
Her erupting cunt drenched her cousin's hand and forearm with piss. It didn't get any messier than this and both girls loved it.
"Wow, what a trip!" Laurel joyously cried. "First I was coming! Then I was shitting! And now I'm pissing! Coming, shitting and pissing!!!"
"And I'm so hungry for a taste that I'm just gonna have to stop fucking you so I can chow down on your filthy asshole and nasty cunt!" Amy cried back.
Then the dildo was yanked free from Laurel's fucked ass. It would, however, quickly wind up in her mouth. For Amy swiveled around on top of the action to feast on her cousin's set of pungently leaking fuck-holes, thus putting Laurel in position to deep-throat the dildo flavored with her own female fudge.
Soon Laurel had sucked the dildo clean, while Amy still lapped away at the other end of this current sixty-nine. Since the former was on the bottom, she had a close-up view between the latter's parted ass-cheeks. And Laurel couldn't resist the dusky pucker in front of her. Leading with her tongue, she began giving Amy's adorable asshole a rim-job.
It must have hit the spot, because as soon as her asshole had been orally entered, Amy interrupted her own mouth work and called back, "Oooooh, Laurel, baby, ream me out. Give me so much tongue up my ass it feels like I've got a rattlesnake crawling inside me."
But Laurel had an even better idea. Her serpent of a tongue was only paving the way for something bigger and better, she'd decided. Plus, this time it would be her turn to surprise Amy.
So, without warning, Laurel squirmed away, suddenly breaking up the lesbian sixty-nine. Left by herself on all fours, Amy wasn't sure what to think. But she didn't protest, having to sense that it was her turn to be on the receiving end of whatever her partner fancied.
Indeed, confirming this, Amy now panted the bottom line. "Anything! Do anything you want to me, Laurel!"
"Mmmram, will I!" Laurel vowed.
Then she got busy capturing the key instrument of pleasure for her own use. Laurel slipped the harness from Amy's loins. That made it hers to try on for size now, as she transferred it to her own crotch.
"Oh," she wistfully sighed when it was in place, "guess this makes me what every girl wishes she could be at least once. A stud for a change, instead of a cunt!"
The dildo, of course, was the reason for Laurel's new image. It must have been over ten inches long as it jutted from her crotch. And there was the perfect female target for her to try out her female hard-on.
As for Amy, she'd been surprised when Laurel had abruptly ended the sixty-nine. But by this point, she was back in the know.
On her hands and knees, Amy accurately read her cousin's dirty mind and urged over her shoulder, "Do it, Laurel! Put it in as hard and deep as you can where I'm tightest!"
Laurel aimed the dildo, cocked herself at the waist, then lurched forward to stab her friend's ass.
"Yes, straight up my ass!" Amy squealed upon impact. "Fuck me in the ass with your big cock, you dyke stud, like you're gonna split me in two!"
Having sunk half the dildo into her cousin's welcoming shit-hole on the first cock-thrust, Laurel bucked her crotch and hilted the whole thing. Amy now predicted that so much hard- on in such a small space just might very well ass-fuck her to death.
Taking Amy at her word, Laurel gave it to her cousin as rough as she could make it. Briefly closing her eyes while she jackhammered that tight, young asshole with her own big cock, Laurel pretended she was a hung female rapist. Indeed, the idea of spicing sex with violence was so appealing that she now grabbed hold of her cousin's hair, snapping Amy's head back to increase her brutal domination.
"Owwwww, you stud!" Amy howled, paying Laurel the highest compliment. "No damned boy has ever been as much of a stud when he fucked me as you are! Maybe you won't actually fuck me to death, but I'U tell you this for sure--as long as I live I'll never forget a single second of what you're doing to me!"
"Well, bitch, depending on how you look at it," Laurel answered in her glory, "it's about to get even worse... or better!"
With her free hand, she made a fist. It then punched into Amy's cunt. Amy screamed even louder, and she sounded like she was getting closer to heaven with every degree her voice rose.
Amy was soon reacting the only way she could with a huge dildo fucking her asshole and a fist doing the same thing in her pussy.
First, Amy orgasmically announced to her ass-fucking, fist-fucking cousin, "I'm commmmmming!"
But Laurel was not yet satisfied with Amy's performance, demanding, "More, bitch, more!"
"... And," Amy groaned, her bowels overflowing with female shit that drenched the dildo up her ass, "I'm shitting!"
Laurel, though, continued to insist on more. This time she slammed her clenched knuckles within her cousin's cunt to get it.
It worked like a charm. No cunt could take that kind of battering without being weakened to the extent that springing a leak was inevitable.
"... And now," Amy swooned, her cunt hissing as if it had been punctured. "I'm pissing!" And in turn, taking in the sight and smell and feel of her cousin's three-way response, Laurel came herself. After that she soon found herself copying Amy's performance from when their positions had been the other way around, so hungry for a taste of her cousin's cum, shit and piss that she ended the ass-fuck for the filthiest of sixty-nines.
Then, finally, it was over. The girls bobbed up for air, stickily grinning with satisfaction but tingling with a different form of anticipation than the purely erotic kind--because now it was time for them to stop sucking and fucking and start discussing how they'd gotten here.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Pretty cute of you to set me up with Carl, my own brother," Amy said, now that the girls were talking instead of sucking and fucking. "Where'd you ever get the, uh, idea?"
"I think you know," Laurel answered. "You're not the only one who's been hooked up with your brother's cock lately because of the Satin Sisters."
Amy, however, refused to crack. "Say, are you trying to tell me that somebody set you up with Chuckie yesterday? Yes, you are, aren't you? Well, I swear I don't know anything about it until right now."
"But you were waiting right outside the door," Laurel pointed out. "When Chuckie left after I'd sucked his cock, you'd have had to see him."
"And you would've been able to knock me over with a feather if I'd still been there," claimed Amy. "But I was gone by the time he came out. Remember? Believe me, nobody in the Sisters told me that's who they got for you to suck off for your initiation. They'd never pulled anything like that before that I know about."
"Well," Laurel continued, "you didn't act too surprised when it turned out to be your brother in there today."
"I just got carried away by that big cock in the dark," Amy explained. "When it turned out to be Carl's, I was already so turned on that I was ready for anything. After all, I'd already broken the Sister rule by trying to find out who he was, so anything went after that as far as I was concerned. I was, like, in a daze. You must know what I mean... "
"You tell me," Laurel said.
Amy expertly fielded it, answering, "You couldn't have known it was Chuckie yesterday unless you did the same thing with him that I did with Carl today. Got so horny from his cock in the dark that you couldn't resist breaking the Sisters' rule and fucking him on your own." Nodding, Laurel had to admit that this was the case.
"So you're thinking," Amy then said, "where does that leave us, right?"
Laurel nodded again.
"Well, as far as the Sisters go," Amy said, having managed to gain control of the discussion. "I'm through taking their crap. After all, I helped start that damned club. If they don't stop hassling me and accept you as a member besides, they're the ones who can go suck. And at the next meeting, I'll tell each and every one of those bitches exactly that."
Laurel asked when that meeting was going to be held, as it seemed to her that the more she heard about the Satin Sisters the less she could get a handle on them.
Amy replied that the meeting would probably be in the next couple of days, then added, "But in the meantime there's no reason for us to let it cramp our style worrying about it. We've got something a whole lot better going for us than belonging to the Sisters."
Laurel nodded once more, signaling for her cousin to go on.
"Way I see it," Amy next said, "you and me, we've got what you might say is like our own private club going now. We both sucked and fucked our own brothers, then we sucked and fucked each other--and, if we want to, we can take it even farther. What do you say?"
Laurel kept nodding, indicating that she was listening.
"So simple, really. I'm surprised you didn't bring it up on your own," Amy breezily stated. "As long as we're on such a roll, why stop? Know we said who needs boys when we were getting it on together, but we don't need to shut 'em off completely. Especially when the two I'm thinking about are our brothers and they're so hung. Plus, after what you must've taught Chuckie and what Carl learned from me, be a shame to let it go to waste."
"Then you think we ought to fuck them again?" asked Laurel.
"But with a switch," answered Amy. "And this time we'll know whose cocks we're after ahead of time so we won't have to start out in the dark."
* * *
Laurel saw her cousin walking home from school and caught up with him. For a minute they made small talk, then she revealed what she was supposedly after.
"Carl," she said to Amy's brother, "I really hate to bother you about something like this, but my grade in this computer class I'm taking is going right down the tubes. And since you've got your own set-up at home, I thought maybe you could give me a few tips about how to push the right buttons this afternoon. If you're not too busy, of course."
Actually, Laurel knew full well that Carl was at loose ends. After having fucked Amy he had to be horny for more pussy, yet he had stubbornly put himself in the position of insisting that incest with his sister was too risky to repeat. Which had to leave him so frustrated that he was ripe for the picking.
"Well, how about it?" she repeated.
Carl shrugged and agreed, "Sure, why not?" Then he wistfully added, almost to himself, "Keeping myself busy might take my mind off, uh, a few things."
So he and Laurel wound up a short time later in his room. He had quite an expensive assortment of high-tech equipment. Advanced enough, in fact, that when he started trying to explain the various functions to his cousin he had trouble making himself clear to a rank beginner.
"Well, maybe," Laurel suggested, "if I just started out by getting used to this keyboard here. It's like the one at school, isn't it? Sorta like a typewriter with a screen, right?"
"Yeah, go ahead and give it a try," Carl said, agreeing that this was as good a way to start as any.
Laurel looked down at the keyboard. Her finger stabbing, she then struck her first letter. An F appeared on the monitor. Next she produced a U. And after that a C. Her cousin had started to stare.
"Hmmmm, this has a real easy touch," Laurel now said. "Think I'll take it again from the top. Is this what I press to go back to the beginning?"
Carl told her she had the right button, which she punched with that same rigid finger. But then it and the nine others were suddenly in total command of the keyboard. And the message included the previous letters in the crucial word of a sentence which jumped off the screen at Carl.
"P-L-E-A-S-E," it said, "F-U-C-K M-E!" !
"I-I thought you were serious about this?" stammered Carl in reaction to what he thought as his cousin's dirty joke.
And Laurel purred, "Oh, but I am... only not about computers... the hardware I've got in mind for my, mmmmm, software, is a lot more personal."
"Y-you're kidding," choked Carl.
Laurel went to the keyboard one more time, spelling out, "J-U-S-T T-R-Y M-E, S-T-U-D!"
Then she just didn't switch off the power, she pulled the plug.
"Fact is," she next cooed, after crossing the room and bouncing her ass on her cousin's bed, "I'm a lot more interested in what you can show me here than I am anything over there. But, just to help you make up your mind, I'll show you something first."
Falling back on the mattress, she kicked off her shoes. Then, with Carl staring in awe, she peeled down her skintight jeans and kicked them away also. Underneath them she wore no panties. And when she promptly got rid of her sweater too, a bra wasn't part of her attire either. So, all at once, she was stark naked on her flabbergasted cousin's bed.
"Jeez... what is this?" croaked Carl. "Just what it said on the computer," Laurel steamily replied. " 'S not so hard to understand, is it, for a whiz like you? But just in case, this message ought to come through loud 'n' clear. My own personal big, wide screen... "
She spread her legs, making her pussy yawn with juicy invitation. Her cousin could see the honey of her arousal leaking from her pink cunt into the crack of her ass, while his nostrils flared from its room-filling scent.
"But I don't want to be pushy," Laurel then added. "If you're not interested in a piece of my ass, I'll leave you alone to play with your computer instead of my horny cunt. All you have to do is prove you don't have a hard-on for me and I'll be gone before you know it." Carl gulped, "What'm I supposed to do?"
"Make me stay or make me leave," Laurel matter-of-factly stated. "I already told you how."
Carl looked as far away as he could from his crotch while his hand simultaneously dropped there, as if he were afraid to look when he unzipped his fly. Then, following the metallic whir, he completely closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and groped within his pants. The throbbing hunk which emerged in his grasp was his helplessly hard cock.
"Okay," Carl admitted, reopening his eyes and glancing down on the reality of his rigid ten inches, "so I'm only human."
"That's why I like you a whole lot better than I do your computer," Laurel teased. "No way a girl can get a hard-on for her to suck and fuck from something that plugs into a wall instead of her. Now, get your big cock over here and let's turn on our own special brand of electricity!"
Carl stumbled to the bed. When he was at its side, Laurel bolted up and grabbed his jeans with both hands, yanking them all the way down as she pulled her cousin on top of her. "Mmmmmm," she murmured when she had Carl caught between her clutching thighs, "I can feel your muscles. Especially the big one down at your crotch that matters the most. Go ahead, stud, get it in my pussy and start fucking me!" After taking a deep breath, Carl guided his cock into the welcoming warmth of Laurel's cunt. She pushed back in reply, making him hilt her to his balls right away. Then she began wiggling her ass and rocking him in the cradle of her thighs so the friction between cock and pussy grabbed hold. From there, Carl quickly established his own tempo, rolling with his hips and repeatedly thrusting his crotch.
"Well, at least I know now you're not cherry," Laurel lilted beneath his grinding body. "Won't have to waste any time breaking you in!"
"How'd you know that?" Carl anxiously asked. "That I'm not cherry? Can you really tell?"
"No guy gets it on this good right off the bat unless he's been there before," Laurel answered. "And the way you're getting the job done, you must've had plenty of experience already." Caught off-guard by the praise, before he could think better of it Carl honestly admitted, "No, not really. You're only the second piece of ass I've ever fucked!"
"Then the first one can be proud of how you turned out after she got through with you," Laurel sighed. "Anybody I know? Sure like to congratulate her on a job well done." Realizing he'd already said too much, Carl muttered, "Just a girl... some girl... " But Laurel wouldn't leave it alone, suggesting, "Oh, bet I've got it. She was a whore, wasn't she? You paid for it. Paid for her to teach you all the tricks. An old pro. Well, I can dig it. Wish us girls had somewhere like that to learn the ropes."
Carl decided to go along with his cousin's notion that he'd lost his cherry to a pussy-for-hire. Anything to get as far away as possible from the truth about how he'd redly lost his cherry-- to his own sister.
"Yeah, a whore," he echoed Laurel's conclusion, thinking this would be the end of it. "I fucked a whore my first time."
When he said this, Laurel had to use self- control to keep from laughing out loud. What, she wondered, would Amy think if she heard her brother claim that he'd fucked a whore the first time he got laid? And that just amused Laurel all the more, since she guessed that Amy would be tickled pink that her brother could be so convincing about passing her off as a professional cunt.
Indeed, she was so taken by the idea of it that she still wouldn't let it drop.
"You know," she now told Carl, "I've always wondered what kind of whore I'd be if I ever started selling it. How about this? I'll really act like one and you tell me if I'm anywhere as good as that one you fucked." Carl squirmed, clearly ready to drop the subject now that it had served its purpose. But his cousin kept coaxing him until he agreed to go along with her little game while he fucked her.
"Okay, so it's settled," Laurel chirped. "From here on in, I'm just another whore. Now, let's see, how do I get into character besides just having a cock in my cunt... Ah, I know. Talk dirty while I'm on the job!" She cleared her throat. When she spoke again her voice had lowered into a sultry register that would have sounded right at home in a dingy back room somewhere right off an alley.
"Sonny boy," she hoarsely told her cousin, "where'd you get such a great, big cock, huh? Can't believe some of the midgets a working girl has to put up with. Customers like you make fucking for a living a lot more interesting, believe me. Tell you what, this is one time I sure as hell won't have to fake coming."
Fucking Carl's prick with her pussy, Laurel bore down from within. Then, as she moaned and writhed, her abruptly orgasmic condition was genuinely evident.
"See, I told you," she crowed. "You made me come just like that, stud! Now keep it happening for me. My tits can always use some action from a live-wire customer like you, to go along with your cock in my cunt."
That said, Laurel aggressively pulled Carl's head down to her heaving tits. When a nipple popped into his mouth, he automatically started slurping.
"Oh, yes, that's it!" Laurel cried. "Suck, suck, suck! Suck me like you're a baby boy back at your mama's tit!"
And in her mind, Laurel praised her own performance, loving her sleazy whore's voice and the freedom it gave her to say and do whatever struck her fancy. Like, for instance, now when she put her hand to work in the crack of Carl's ass.
"Would mama's baby boy like something that feels good where he does number two?" she crudely giggled. "Of course he would!" Carl then found himself with a couple of fingers stuffed into his asshole. At its depths, Laurel located the crucial gland throbbing at the base of his balls, making probing contact. In reaction to the interior pressure between his legs, Carl lurched into even more of a crush with his whore-playing cousin. And this intensity included his mouth, which was no longer simply sucking tit. Chewing took over.
"Oooooh, what big, strong teeth mama's baby boy has all of a sudden," Laurel rasped.
"Just perfect for biting my tits instead of only sucking them. Usually I charge extra for getting hurt. But when it hurts this good, it's on the house!"
So Carl continued to gnaw her tender nipples, while Laurel kept her fingers working in his asshole. The welcome pain from her bitten tit went straight to her fucked cunt, raising her to orgasmic heights. Meanwhile, her relentless gouging at the base of his balls had Carl rapidly nearing the eruption of his mounting supply of jizz.
Sensing that he was close to shooting his wad, Laurel thought about what a real whore would say to push a trick over the finish line. Something that would be tough and sexy and lowdown dirty at the same time.
Then out it blurted, Laurel at her rawest. "Come, you bastard! You fucking bastard, come in my goddamned cunt!"
With her whore's command ringing in his ears, Carl stiffened from head to toe. This especially included his already rigid cock. For now, flexing additionally in Laurel's pussy, it actually seemed to have expanded beyond its usual ten inches to perhaps a hilted foot in length.
"Come, bastard, come, come, come!" chanted Laurel, pushing back in spite of the apparently increased bulk of the male cock impaling her cunt.
In the brief time remaining she added a third digging finger in Carl's ass, and squeezed his cum-laden balls with her other hand. He, in turn, sank his teeth harder than ever into her tit's spongy flesh. And then, the action reaching its explosive peak, the dam between Carl's legs burst to unleash a scalding flood of jizz.
Laurel had never taken so hot a load from any cock in her cunt than she now was taking from her cousin, not even when her own brother had fucked her. It couldn't be because Carl was basically any more of a stud than Chuckie, she figured. In which case, the difference that made this remarkable outpouring possible had to be her sterling performance as a whore.
Carl's cock wasn't simply delivering his cum in a series of spurts. The molten cum-flow was continuous, as if Laurel were actually having her pussy pissed full of jizz.
And on the receiving end of this gushing onslaught, Laurel had no doubt that her brother could equal it if Chuckie were to get the benefit of the same kind of whorish touch that had drawn the absolute best from Carl. She'd, of course, love to do the honors herself. However, she wasn't the one scheduled as Chuckie's next piece of ass. That would be Amy's opportunity, for switching off with each other's brothers had been the plan.
" So, Laurel would need to decide, should she share the technique she'd used on Carl with Amy and have the latter try it on Chuckie? Or should she keep it to herself as her own private ace in the .hole?
"Mmmmm," she moaned to Carl, his flow having slowed to a sticky dribble in her sopping cunt by this point, "I'll bet even a stud like you thinks he's ready to call it quits after shooting a load like that!"
" 'Fraid so," Carl wearily sighed, his wilting prick shrinking out of the oozing cunt it had just so supremely fucked.
"Well, what if I told you that I'm not gonna let you off the hook that easy?" Laurel said.
"I'd say you're wasting your time," Carl spoke what he thought was the truth. "You took everything I've got."
"That's why this time I'm gonna give you something," Laurel chuckled.
She reached over the edge of the bed to rummage through the clothes she'd tossed there in a heap when she'd stripped. She came up with her wallet. From it she then pulled a crisp, new twenty-dollar bill, which she handed to a surprised Carl.
And, grinning, she told him, "Now you're my whore, sonny boy. And I always get what I pay-for."
Before Carl could think of what to say or do, Laurel bolted up from beneath him. The next thing he knew she'd toppled him and reversed their positions, so he was on the bottom while she sat astride the saddle of his crotch.
"Just tell yourself it's all in a night's work," Laurel teased.
Carl's limp prick had slipped all the way out of her cunt at the moment. But that didn't concern Laurel. She began rubbing her cousin's cock-meat with her furry cunt, her rhythm relentless.
"You know," she teased on, "when a chick's a whore, she can always fake it. But when a guy takes money, he has to make it real to earn his keep. No such thing as a guy faking a hard-on!"
Laurel kept rubbing her pussy against Carl's cock and balls. When he tried to give her back the twenty dollars, she pushed it back in his face and went on rubbing. With every roll of her hips you could hear her juicy cunt squish. And then Carl could hear himself moan as the merciless massage between his legs finally took its toll.
Stirring back to life, his cock was like a snake as it squirmed into the damp warmth of Laurel's triumphant cunt. And once within her, every one of his ten inches had returned in upright evidence. Then Laurel began to rise and fall, so all Carl could do was earn the twenty dollars and get himself fucked, the easiest money he'd ever make.
"I'm bought and paid for, just like any other whore," he admitted, then relaxed and enjoyed the fringe benefits as a male recruit to the world's oldest profession.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Oh, no, I insist," Amy said. "I really want you to be there watching when your brother fucks me. Get an eyewitness opinion about how I do with Chuckie."
"But you weren't there when Carl and I got it on," Laurel said of her session with Amy's brother.
And here Amy grinned like a cat who'd eaten a canary, purring, "How do you know I wasn't there?"
"It," Laurel gulped, "wasn't p-part of our plan."
"But it wasn't anything I agreed not to do either, now was it?"
"I-I don't believe this. You're just putting me on. There was nobody in that house except me and Carl when he fucked me."
"Oh, really?" Amy chuckled. "Is that right, "Damn, you were there!" Laurel blurted. "You dirty double-crosser... "
"Maybe I thought I could learn something," Amy suggested. "And, mmmm, did I! I can't wait to try it out for myself on Chuckie. Just hope I can be half the whore with him that you were with Carl."
Caught off-balance by her cousin's surprise package, Laurel found herself going along with Amy. Besides, she then reminded herself, there was always the chance that Amy wouldn't be able to bring it off. And she remained just irritated enough at her cousin to hope this might turn out to be the case.
* * *
Chuck Clayton didn't know whether he was coming or going since he'd fucked his sister. Getting his cock back into Laurel's cunt was all he could think about now that she'd taken his cherry. Sure, she'd assured him that he was ready for other girls, but she was the one who kept the bone in his constant hard-on.
But try as he might, Chuck couldn't seem to get Laurel alone again. Living in the same house was no help, with at least one of their parents always hanging around. Chuck was thinking about this now as he limped down the hall at school, with his cock rigid. If only, he thought, he could get his sister to go back with him to that janitor's closet under the football bleachers.
"Haven't seen sis all day, though, since we left the house this morning," he sighed with frustration. "Should've set it up with her before breakfast. If I have to wait until tomorrow to screw her, don't think I'm gonna be able to keep from jacking off before then."
Absorbed by his thoughts, Chuck muttered to himself as he walked with his head down toward his next class. Other students passing by stole glances at him, but nobody said anything. Until, that is, the girl who turned out to have been directly behind him caught up.
"If you're gonna talk to yourself, Chuckie," she teased, "you shouldn't do it so loud."
It was his cousin at whom Chuck now growled, "Mind your own business, Amy."
"Could be, though," she said with a smirk, "that I got enough of a listen to maybe make it my business."
"You're full of crap," Chuck bluntly said.
"Don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh, yeah? Then you must've gotten amnesia in the last two minutes," Amy chuckled. " 'Cause you were sure as hell acting like you were so horny that you could almost taste your own cum."
Chuck couldn't avoid turning pale in reaction to his cousin's accurate reading of his condition. With that kind of telltale emotion on the surface, there was no point in denying to Amy that she was right. So, lengthening his stride, Chuck tried to just walk away from her. But Amy grabbed his arm to stop him.
"Hey," she whispered, while people stared, "let's go someplace private and talk it over. Believe me, I understand your problem. You can trust me."
Just then the bell rang. The hallway suddenly emptied, leaving Chuck and Amy by themselves. She still had his arm. And now she was leading him away from his next class toward the nearest exit from the building.
"I must be crazy to come out here with you," Chuck said when they were outside. "So, you were right, I'm horny. But, like I told you before, it's none of your business. Just because you heard me talking to myself about it doesn't mean... "
"Oh, yes, it does," Amy cut in. " 'Cause, see, the business I'm in these days has everything to do with knowing which guys are horny for some action. All they have to be is willing to pay for it and here I am--in business. Get it, big boy?"
Chuck turned pale again.
"That's right, it's just what you think," Amy told him. "I can always use the money, and this is the easiest way there is for a girl to get some. Selling her pussy. After all, we're all whores down deep, so why not make it official by getting paid in cold cash for putting out as hot as we can?"
"Well, find yourself another sucker," Chuck snapped. "I'll never pay for it."
This was, of course, the standard macho line. And, equally of course, it was macho bullshit. If a guy got horny enough, a canny saleswoman could always make a buck by separating him from his cash with her cunt.
"How much have you got to spend?" she bluntly said.
Now he blushed again, coming off his high horse to stammer in admission, "Only t-ten bucks."
"Then give it to me!"
Chuck fumbled for his wallet. Amy snatched it away and emptied it.
Pocketing the bill, she told her mind-bent cousin, "This is your lucky day. I usually don't take any less than three times this much. But, so happens, I'm almost as horny today as you are. You lucked into a discount. So let's go give you a tour bargain before I have second thoughts."
Amy led Chuck by his trembling hand toward the football field, then around it. But he was in such an agitated state that the familiar route didn't fully register with him until they were under the shadow of the bleachers.
"The j-janitor's place?" he stuttered.
"You've been there before?" Amy asked with a lopsided grin.
"Uh, yeah," choked Chuck.
"Well, I know you don't do drugs like the kids who hang out there during a game, so it must've been for sex when there wasn't anybody else around except you and whoever you scored with," Amy said. "Say, there's not some other piece of ass in school who's selling it too, is there? Just tell me who the competition is and I'll put the little bitch out of business, pronto."
"Don't worry, she gives it away for free," Chuck replied. "And leave her out of this, understand? That was special. This is just, well... "
"So she hasn't put out for you again, huh?" Amy brassily needled when her cousin's voice trailed off. "Maybe you should've offered her a few bucks and it would've been a different story. Face it, it's a natural fact that anybody with a cunt between their legs is born a whore at heart."
"Not her!" Chuck protested.
"Except she's not here and I am," Amy reminded. "In the long run there isn't anything for free. That's the bad news. But the good news is that with yours truly you get what you pay for. Even more, in fact, when we're talking just ten bucks. Like, uh, this."
Amy knelt in front of Chuck. She unzipped his swollen fly, clucking with satisfaction when she pulled out his cock and it was rock-hard for her. Taking his cock in her mouth, she gave it a good, long slurp that made her cousin's balls quiver.
"Jeez, you'll make me come right here in your mouth before we even get inside," Chuck panted. "Just getting you warmed up," Amy said after releasing Chuck's jutting cock and standing back up. "Now go in and wait for me. Just keep that big cock stiff and I'll be in to suck and fuck it before you know it!"
Chuck was clearly surprised that she'd sent him on ahead. What, his puzzled expression asked, was Amy up to?
Answering his silent question, she giggled, "I have to tinkle. Just let me pee and then you get what you paid for--my cunt. Meet you on the other side of that door, stud."
She swatted Chuck on his ass to get him moving. As he headed for the janitor's room, she seemingly scampered for a convenient bush to squat behind. But when she was out of Chuck's sight, Amy switched direction and darted toward a warily advancing female figure in the shadow of the football stands.
"Well, how'm I doing?" Amy asked.
"You're a whore," the other girl said without hesitation.
"Mmmmm, that's about the nicest thing you've ever said to me in all the years we've been best friends," Amy gushed, giving a hug. "Now Chuckie's waiting. Don't worry, I'll make sure the door stays open a crack so you can watch it all. Get an eyeful. I'm gonna be putting on one helluva show!"
Then Amy dashed away. Which left the other girl alone to follow in her cousin's path and become an eavesdropping audience of one as her own brother got the sucking and fucking he'd paid for.
And so Laurel Clayton closed in on the action-to-be...
The door was slightly ajar. Laurel had a perfect view. Looking on, she couldn't help being jealous of her cousin's flawless performance.
"Now," Amy told Chuck, "why don't I show you the merchandise?"
She slowly stripped. Under her outer layer of clothing, Amy turned out to be wearing a bright red bra with holes cut out so her nipples were showing. Down below was a frilly garterbelt which held up sheer stockings. Crotchless panties were the frosting on the cake, clusters of lace framing her meaty pussy-lips.
Chuck's eyes bugged out like he was a little boy locked in a candy store. But his cock was definitely of age. The pre-cum drooling from his blunt prick-tip glistened.
"Name your poison," Amy crooned to him. "Want me to pick up on the blow-job I was giving you outside, or do you want to eat my pussy?"
"Both!" Chuck breathlessly requested.
"Hmmmm, you want a lot for your money," Amy teased. "Good thing it's bargain day."
Turning around, she leaned over and offered her sleek ass, taking advantage of the crotchlessness of her panties to wedge her cousin's face between her parted ass-cheeks. Then, with Chuck's mouth sealing her pussy from behind, Amy leaned down as if to touch her toes and orally gathered in his cock.
Amy wasn't double-jointed enough to hold this position for long. So soon, she had sort of somersaulted over. Chuck followed her. He wound up on top of what became a sixty-nine, feasting on Amy's cunt from above while she did the same to his cock from below.
In the small room their hungry slurping sounded like lapping waves on a beach. Then Amy began to moan, about to come. But first she had some teasing to do.
"You know us whores," she told Chuck with a mouthful of his cock. "Let us get away with it and we'll fake coming. Are you gonna let me get away with a cheap trick like that?"
You could hear Chuck's tongue abruptly surge like a cock to the gurgling depths of his cousin's cunt.
"Ooooh, my guess that answers that," Amy gurgled. "You're not gonna let this whore get away with cutting any corners on you. Just taste it if you don't believe I'm giving you the real thing!"
She ground her cunt flush against Chuck's face. Her climax was definitely genuine, as her orgasmic honey slobbered down his chin.
"My pussy coming sweet enough for you?" Amy asked.
"You know it," Chuck slurped. "I could eat right through your sweet pussy!"
"No reason to go that far," Amy chuckled. "Fucking my pussy with your tongue'll do just dandy. Especially at the same time you're fucking my mouth with your fat cock!"
"Right on!"
And so the cousins began sixty-nining in earnest. Soon Amy was coming again. What's more, her expert deep-throating of Chuck's n hard-on didn't take long to draw him to the brink of his own orgasmic release.
He groaned. "Hope you're thirsty, whore, 'cause when my cock shoots it's gonna really be a load!"
Amy replied by doubling her suction, plus rubbing Chuck's balls.
His crotch surged and his prick erupted. Amy was not immediately swallowing his jizz as fast as it spurted. Simultaneously, she was feeding Chuck her own cum while he continued feasting on her climaxing cunt.
Then, after the peak had passed and each partner had nursed the sticky dregs from the other's orgasmic source, the sixty-nine had run its course. But the action was only beginning.
Laurel watched and listened outside the door, once again an eyewitness to her cousin Amy at work on a hung boy. And also once again, she found herself both captivated by and envious of her cousin's erotic artistry.
"Just be glad all you had was ten dollars, Chuckie," Laurel whispered as if she were talking to her brother directly. "Or by the time this is over, Amy'd have you begging her to take every cent you've got."
But, then again, Laurel had to truthfully admit, getting it on with Amy at her best at any price would still be a bargain. Indeed, paying to just see her cast her spell would be worth it.
In a virtual trance, Laurel remained a most aroused spectator as her cousin's sensual magic continued.
Amy had brought Chuck through the sixty- nine in prime condition. If anything, his cock was even stiffer than it had been before coming in her mouth. Amy had it clasped between her tits, after unfastening her bra.
"How long can you stay hard for me?" she asked Chuck.
"Horny as you've got me, are you kidding?" he answered. "Just try me!"
"Then you won't have any problem keeping your cock up for the rest of me if I decide I want you to fuck my tits before you move down between my legs?"
"I'm your boy!"
"So what're you waiting for?"
Keeping Chuck's prick securely between her bare tits, Amy laid back on a pile of something which served as a makeshift bed. Straddling her with his knees, her cousin began pumping his teenage cock in the squeezing grasp of her teenage tits.
As he fucked her tits, Chuck panted, "Bet you whores usually charge plenty for this, huh?"
"Let's just say," Amy replied, "that I'm doing well enough to give it away practically for free to the right guy."
"Can you come from taking a cock between your tits?"
"All depends."
"On?"
"Same kinda guy I already told you about. The right one."
"But you fake coming if he's not?"
"Business is business and pleasure is pleasure. The trick to being a good whore is not letting the customer know the difference when it's only business."
"And when it's the other way around?"
"Decide for yourself!"
Amy shuddered from head to toe. Chuck automatically put his hand to her cunt, which was sopping with a fresh bath of oozing pussy-nectar.
"If that's not the real thing," Chuck noted, after bringing his dripping fingers to his mouth and tasting them, "I don't know a chick's cum from a glass of water!"
"Don't pat yourself on the back so much you forget what you're here for," Amy shot back. "If you don't fuck my tits sloppy real quick with the cum from your cock to match how wet my pussy already is on its own, maybe I'm gonna start wondering if I picked the wrong guy."
"Hey, no problem. Mr. Right can deliver the goods, just like that," Chuck boasted. "All I have to do is pick up a little speed, and the job is as good as done!"
His cock began jerking in the space between his cousin's tits. It took only a matter of seconds before another load of his jizz was gushing forth.
"Mmmmm, gotta admit that you do get the job done," sighed Amy, smearing Chuck's cum- cream all over her tits. "If all guys were like you've been so far, us whores might put ourselves out of business giving it away for free."
"Then why don't you make us even by giving me back my ten bucks?"
"Just might do that," Amy answered. "That is, depending on how you pass the final test. How you fuck me from here on in is the real payoff, now that you've finished with my mouth and tits."
"Then getting my ten bucks back'll be like taking candy from a baby," vowed Chuck. "Yeah, baby, you're about to get fucked every which way but loose!"
He yanked his dripping prick from his cousin's cum-soaked tits, proudly displaying how hard his ten inches remained. Then, going after the next target for his tireless cock, he grabbed Amy's ankles and forced her legs all the way back over her head to jackknife her nearly naked body.
"Look at that cunt!" he declared when her pussy-lips yawned before him. "Don't care how many guys paid to fuck it before, nobody's ever fucked it like I'm gonna do on the house, whore. You'll be begging me to take back that ten bucks."
He sank his rigid prick into his cousin's cunt without further delay. She came on the spot.
"Well?" Chuck confidently asked after his cock had produced an instant orgasm. "Satisfied I'm Mr. Right? You can give me back that ten bucks any time."
And, indeed, Amy now did reach into her nearby purse and come up with the money. But then she tore the bill in two.
"Here," he said, giving one of the halves to Chuck. "That's for my cunt. Now, if you want the rest... well, you figure it out. Mr. Right shouldn't have any trouble reminding himself that a girl has more than one hole between her legs that's fuckable!"
Chuck knew another female fuck-opening existed. Then Amy farted to widen the narrow fuck-channel and Chuck's probing finger surged within.
"You've got the right place," Amy said. "Now do the right thing about it with your big cock!"
"F-fuck you in the ass?"
"That's what gets you the rest of this," Amy smirked, dangling the remaining half of the torn bill under her cousin's nose.
"But what about your cunt?"
"It's not going anywhere. A girl doesn't stop wanting her cunt fucked just because her asshole's ready for cock, too."
"Except you've got both a cunt and an asshole and I've only got one cock!"
"You've heard of two for the price of one, haven't you?" teased Amy, waving the rest of the money.
"At the same t-time?"
"If you've got the balls," Amy taunted.
"And if I don't?"
"Bye-bye, Chuckie. I only give it away for free for something extra in return from the right guy. So it's double-duty for your cock in both my cunt and ass, or you can forget about either."
She reached down and grasped Chuck's cock, removing it from her cunt. Then she guided it a notch below, mashing his cock-head against the dent of her shit-hole.
Chuck's crotch bucked on cue. At the same time, Amy's loins lurched. Half a cock was suddenly in her asshole.
"Now we keep pushing," she said.
Chuck obeyed and Amy met his thrust. And then his balls were flush with the cheeks of hr ass, as his hard-on hilted her rear shit-chute.
Amy moaned full-scale at this point.
"Mmmmm, thatta boy, you're in me all the way!"
"So what next?" Chuck anxiously asked.
Amy impatiently jerked Chuck's prick out of her briefly fucked asshole. Then she jammed his cock back into her pussy.
"Get the idea?" she asked.
Chuck now recaptured control of his own prick, withdrawing it from his cousin's cunt. And from there, his ten inches of hard cock slippery with pussy-juice, he lowered his angle and re-entered Amy's asshole. The tightness made him wince as he briefly lingered, then he was on the retreat again. This time when his cock emerged it was slippery with female shit, fresh from his cousin's shit-hole.
When Chuck surged once more, his filthy cock was being cleaned by Amy's juicy pussy. His movements less awkward by this point, he was getting into the groove of fucking his cousin's pair of fuck-holes with his double-dipping cock.
And so it went. With his cock's every surge, Chuck got better at it. Amy finally gave him back the other half of his torn money while she was coming up a storm. This, after several minutes of fucking ass and pussy back and forth, had to be the ultimate moment of triumph for Chuck. To celebrate he let it go--a torrent of scorching cum.
He shot his wad with a flair, in honor of the occasion. In neither of Amy's fuck-holes when it erupted, Chuck's prick wound up coming all over her naked body from her face on down.
"Pretty damned good!" he congratulated himself. "Don't even think I could top this." But Amy told him not to be so sure of that. Chuck assumed she meant a repeat performance by him and her. In reality, though, Amy was looking beyond just the two of them toward the somebody else whom Chuck had no idea was spying just outside the slightly ajar door. Amy winked in that direction.
CHAPTER SIX
Laurel had indeed come just from watching them. And now, her winking cousin definitely seemed to be beckoning her to join the action.
How could Laurel resist? Her clothes seemed to shed themselves on their own. Once she was naked, she felt that nothing could stop her and that anything was possible.
She didn't just enter, she dramatically kicked the door aside. Then there she stood, her nude body framed by the afternoon sun at her back.
"S-sis!" her brother gulped in shock. "Wh-what're you d-doing here?"
"What's it look like?" snapped Laurel. "My, my, I'd better get out of the way before the fireworks explode," Amy giggled. "Guess it's my turn to watch for now!"
"Oh, no," Laurel told her cousin. "We're all in this together from here on in! If Chuckie can fuck you two ways at once, then he's stud enough to take both of us on at the same time, too!"
"Makes sense to me," Amy readily agreed. "Let's get him."
Throwing their naked bodies on his, they stretched Chuck out on the floor. And when he looked up, the shadow of Amy's cunt was lowering over his face. But his sister Laurel dipped her cunt toward his cock and balls.
Then Chuck was smothered by pussy, his cousin's cunt-sealing his mouth and his sister's box flush with his cock. He'd temporarily lost his hard-on when Laurel had kicked her way in through the door, but her rubbing cunt quickly restored his ten inches to a rigid state.
"That's a good boy," sister teased brother. "Make it nice 'n' easy by getting it nice 'n' hard for me!"
Laurel didn't even need to use her hand to guide Chuck's cock into her cunt. A simple twitch of her hips and his prick surged on its own where it belonged. That accomplished, Laurel began fucking her brother with her rising and falling cunt.
"Oh, he likes it... loves it," Amy said. "I can tell by the way his tongue's going crazy in my pussy at the same time you're raping him, Laurel!"
"Raping him?" Laurel questioned.
"Sure, what else would you call it when the poor guy's flat on his back?" Amy merrily reasoned. "He doesn't have any choice, does he? Give yourself credit, honey, if you're not raping him then there's no such thing!"
"Gee, guess I am! Raping my own brother!"
"Is it enough to make you come?" Amy asked.
"Ooooooh, yesssss!" Laurel orgasmically swooned on the spot.
Now she swayed in the saddle of her brother's loins with her climaxing cunt hooked on the horn of his cock. And the example she set was too much for her cousin to resist trying to copy.
"My pussy's only raping Chuckie's tongue," Amy told Laurel, "but it's enough to catch me up with you, so I'm coming too!"
And as her best friend climaxed, Laurel couldn't resist sharing her orgasm. So the two girls passionately kissed. In turn, their cunts spasmed even more around Chuck's tongue and around his cock.
Chuck was losing count of how many times he'd come so far. But this didn't make his latest gusher any less intense. In fact, as his cock promptly exploded in Laurel's pussy, he sensed that this had to be his mightiest load yet.
His sister jumped from the scalding force of his cum. She abruptly broke her kiss with her cousin and just seemed to hang there in glassy eyed appreciation of her brother's potency.
"He really shoots a helluva load, huh?" Amy chuckled.
"Oh, wow. Double wow. You don't know the half of it," Laurel dreamily murmured. "If word gets out about getting a pussy full of this much jizz when you force yourself on a guy, a lot of horny girls are gonna start raping boys. Just look!"
Laurel lifted herself to kneel, letting Chuck's dribbling prick fall across his belly while she showed off her freshly fucked cunt to Amy. She fingered apart her lower cunt-lips, so it appeared as though an oozing wound had just been hacked between her legs.
"Mmmm, what a mess. What a beautiful mess!" Amy sighed.
"Feel like cleaning it up for me?"
"With pleasure," slurped Amy in anticipation. "After all, what're friends for? Except what about Chuckie while I'm getting it on with you without him?"
"Unless I miss my guess, there'll be nothing like watching you lick his cum out of my pussy to get him warmed up for another turn at bat," Laurel predicted.
Then she moved forward on her knees, planting her creamy cunt flush with Amy's welcoming mouth. So, when Chuck looked up, their cousin was eating out Laurel directly above him.
Not only was he an eyewitness to all-female sex for the first time, Chuck was as close to the action as a guy could be without being a part of it. A combination of his own jizz, Amy's spit and his sister's pussy-juice dripped down on him.
Automatically he reached for his cock, which was rock-solid again to his touch. He began stroking his rigid cock. He felt the telltale tightening of his balls, reminding him of the consequences should he continue. He stopped beating his cock-meat.
"No sense in wasting a load on myself," he reasoned under his ragged breath. "Watching sis and Amy act like a couple of dykes for a little while is one thing. But letting them turn me into just a jack-off artist is something else."
Propping himself on his elbows, Chuck abruptly pushed up from beneath the girls. Breaking up the pussy-eating, he sent Laurel and Amy sprawling on either side of him as he arose too to kneel between them.
"Your little show is over," he told them. "Now I'm taking charge. And if there's anything more that comes close to rape in this room from now on, I'm gonna be the stud who does it to you two bitches!"
Reaching for the jeans he'd long since shed, he pulled his wide leather belt from the loops. Then he cracked it like a whip in the air, the sharp snap making the girls flinch.
"Don't mean anything personal," he said, "but somebody's gotta teach you chicks that it's still a man's world. I'm just doing what you need to set you straight."
Amy couldn't keep from sounding off. "Oh, really, Chuckie, cut the crap. Why don't you just get down to business? Put up or shut up!"
"No, you shut the hell up, bitch!" Chuck cracked the belt again. "And both of you stay shut up. Just do what I tell you and I won't have to whip you into line!"
Laurel spoke up. "Why not?"
She'd caught Chuck by surprise. He didn't know what she meant.
"Why not whip us anyway? What makes you think we don't want to be whipped?" Laurel went on.
"You trying to be funny, sis?" Chuck gulped. "This look like I'm just putting you on?" Laurel promptly shifted onto all fours, raising her bare ass in the air. It made a perfect target for his belt.
"Go ahead," she dared. "My fat, little ass's just waiting for you to give it hell. I haven't had the kind of whipping I deserve in years, ever since daddy made the mistake of thinking I'd gotten too big to get any good out of being spanked anymore!"
"Same here. My dumb dad made the same mistake!" Amy chimed in.
"You're both nuts," Chuck gulped. But then he added, "Nuts if you think you can trick me out of using this belt on you by acting like that's what you really want. How dumb do you think I am?"
"Only one way for you to be sure, brother dear," Laurel taunted. "By giving us exactly what we say we're asking for and you don't think we really want."
Amy put it a lot more crudely. "Shit or get off the pot, Chuckie!"
"Gotta say, you both have plenty of balls for a couple of cunts," Chuck answered. "Any other two chicks and they'd be begging me to put this belt down. Well... "
The belt suddenly lashed out, landing with a loud smack across Laurel's ass-cheeks.
"... I'm not buying!" snarled Chuck. "Good try, bitches, but it didn't work. Thought you were being cute by asking for what you really didn't want, and now you're gonna suffer plenty while I give it to you!"
Once again, Chuck struck with the belt. This time Amy's ass was smacked.
"Mmmmm." Chuck noted the results thus far. "You should see what nasty, red marks a mean belt lays across what used to be a couple of nice, pink asses!"
However, his sister sassed back. "Is that the hardest you can hit?"
"Still haven't given up trying to trick me out of this by pretending you're trying to talk me into it, huh, sis?" Chuck sneered. "Well, I'll make you change your phony tune and beg me to stop!"
The lashing belt returned to batter Laurel's ass. This time it left a fiery welt which crisscrossed the first one. But Laurel not only refused to yield, she went even farther in the other direction.
"Oh, more, more!" she cried.
"No! No!" Amy then shouted. She was looking out for her own ass. "It's my turn again now! Laurel only gets more after I get another crack across my ass!"
By now the belt seemed to be operating under its own power, pulling Chuck's arm in a wide arc and then crashing itself with violent impact across Amy's plump ass-cheeks.
"Ooooooh," Amy swooned after the blow, "Chuckie's starting to hit plenty hard enough now. That hurt sooo goooood!"
"All right," Laurel rasped. "C'mon, Chuckie, hurt me even better than you just did Amy!"
"Y-you're lying! Got to be l-lying!" Chuck sputtered. "I swear I'll make you tell me the truth. That you're really faking it. You can't hold out that much longer before you give in and beg me to quit whipping you!"
The belt went wild, brutally decorating both female asses with a rapid-fire series of welts. But the more punishment they got, the more the girls insisted they wanted. And then, when the belt strapped across both their asses at once, they responded by acting as if they were coming together from the punishment.
Chuck tried convincing himself it was phony. But then his nostrils flared as he could literally smell the orgasms of his sister and cousin. And when he focused on their rear-spread cunts, they tellingly drooled with what could only be genuine female cum.
Chuck let the belt dangle by his side and just stood there, staring at their battered asses and oozing cunts.
"They're too much for me," he wearily told himself. "I thought I could be the boss, but sis and Amy are more than any guy can handle. Whipped their asses raw, but it still winds up with me feeling like I got put through the wringer. Look at 'em now, for Christ's sake. There they are with each other again like I'm nothing anymore!"
Laurel and Amy were now curled side by side, licking the bloody marks on each other's whipped asses in between the frequent times their tongues strayed into each other's juicy cunt. But, in spite of himself, he found himself turned on by the apparent lesbian rejection of his presence.
His cock was hard. Chuck began jacking off. Feeling a rush of self-confidence, he panted, "Who needs those bitches? This time I'll shoot my wad on my own terms, then leave sis and Amy behind. They deserve each other. Next girl I fuck is gonna do it my way or else. No more of this strange damned shit for me. What's that weird club they're in? The Satin Sisters? Well, sis and Amy are welcome to that freaky scene. As for me, just give me any piece of ass who's not a member of that outfit and I'll be happy." But Chuck found himself unable to resist one last kinky farewell to the incestuous relationship with his sister and cousin. As long as he was jacking off before he left them, he reasoned, he might as well come all over Laurel and Amy to show his contempt before making his exit.
He'd closed his eyes when he'd started jacking off. When he reopened them to take aim to shoot his jizz, though, the girls were no longer there. Sensing another trick, Chuck wheeled around. And, indeed, there Laurel and Amy were, grinning.
"You really didn't think we'd let you get away with jerking off, did you?" Amy snickered.
"And waste that hard-on and a load of cum?" Laurel added.
"Forget the hard-on, forget the cum!" Chuck hissed. "I'm splitting right now, before you two can get your hooks in me anymore. Piss on both of you bitches!"
Laurel and Amy grinned at each other, then looked back at Chuck. "We dare you!"
"H-huh?" he gulped.
"Piss on us!"
And now Chuck's naked sister and cousin had knelt before him. Their mouths were open and their tits bunched up as they awaited a golden shower.
Chuck glanced from them to his cock. It was at half-mast now. Then he watched as his cock erupted just as Laurel and Amy had ordered it to do. His hot, steaming piss rained down on them. Some of it splattered their faces, some they swallowed, and the rest drenched their tits.
"Now it's our turn to piss on you," Laurel slurped.
"But with a difference," Amy gurgled.
It was truly amazing, Chuck thought as they spoke, how they were able to know exactly what each other was thinking.
Amy said, "We'll piss on you. While you're sucking me... "
"... and you're fucking me," Laurel finished.
Helplessly under their spell, Chuck allowed himself to be led to his fate. In a daze, he didn't even know in which order Laurel and Amy sat on his face and his crotch. All he knew was that his tongue wound up in one cunt, his cock filling another.
Then, as Chuck double-dipped, the girls' hilted fuck-holes began to moisten with more than just pussy-juice. At first trickling, then quickly gushing, it was exactly what his sister and cousin had promised Chuck--twin torrents of their piss. One stream of female piss poured into his throat, while the other ran down his cock.
Sucking and fucking the hotly pissing pussies, Chuck broke out in a feverish sweat. He felt a rising tide of liquid heat at the pit of his own loins--the thick, sticky kind.
"Oooooh, you bitches," he groaned into the cunt he was sucking as his cock creamily erupted in the one he was fucking. "You goddamned, dirty, horny... ahhh, fantastic, fabulous bitches!"
He was shouting by this time, because all of a sudden nobody sat on his face anymore. For that girl had joined the other one at his crotch, where she licked up Chuck's jizz as it bubbled from the lips of her cousin's swamped cunt. Then one cunt had swiftly took the place of the other and he was dribbling the last of his cum in a second girl while the first did the licking...
... But how could he really be sure? The next thing he knew he didn't know anything, out cold from an overdose of sex.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Oh, he'll be all right back there," Amy reassured Laurel after they'd left Chuck behind to sleep it off. "Besides, if we stayed behind he might wake up while I'm telling you this... "
"Tell me what?"
"... about the Satin Sisters," Amy said with a big grin.
"What about them?" Laurel muttered.
"I can tell you now. Now that you're practically a member of the club," Amy said.
At a loss, Laurel could only wait for her cousin to explain.
"Don't you get it?" Amy bubbled. "Everything that's been happening the last couple of days? It was all a part of the real initiation!"
"My God!" a stunned Laurel blurted, "what kind of girls can they be to dream up something like that?"
"Just like me. Every last one of 'em," Amy stated. "And now you are, too!"
"Then I'm finally a member?" Laurel asked. "Well, not quite, but the rest is no problem. Sorta the frosting on the cake."
Laurel suspiciously asked, "Like, uh, what?"
"Nothing where I won't be doing the same thing you are," Amy breezily said. "See, that's the main rule in the Sisters when somebody new joins. Whoever's her sponsor has to do the same stuff, like she's getting initiated again herself. And I can't wait for what's next any more than I know you're not gonna be able to once you hear it."
Laurel nodded for her cousin to go on. "Okay, get this," Amy said. "Every girl really wants to, and now we get the chance, thanks to the Sisters--to fuck our absolute, bottom-line Mr. Right. Figured it out yet?" Now Laurel shook her head. She was no longer sure of anything after the twists and turns of the last few days.
"Well, let me put it this way," Amy said. "Of all the guys in the world, who's most special to a girl? The one who thinks his little girl's the most special? Who always gives you what you want? Who you can always wrap around your little finger?"
The description fit only one person in Laurel's life. And she was afraid to admit who he was. Afraid if she did that she wouldn't be able to resist giving in to her innermost desires. Afraid she'd agree to fuck him now that Amy and the Satin Sisters were giving her an excuse to do something she knew had to be as wrong as it was enticing.
"You know you've always wanted to fuck him, ever since you knew what your pussy was for." Amy coaxed Laurel. "How many times have you wondered what his cock's like hard? This is your chance to find out! The Satin Sisters are giving you the best excuse you'll ever have to do what you've secretly wanted to do all along!"
"If... if I do it with mine," Laurel choked, "you will with yours, too?"
"Those are the rules. We're in it all the way together. So?"
Laurel didn't know how she'd answer until she heard herself shakily say, "Oh, damn you, Amy. Damn the Satin Sisters. My life was so simple before all this started. "But... but... damn, you win. Yes, I'll do it. After everything else that's happened, I'd always wonder about what I was still missing if I didn't go the rest of the way now."
And that's how Laurel Clayton agreed to fuck her own father to join her cousin Amy as a Satin Sister.
* * *
On weekends the Clayton brothers got together at one or the other's house to drink beer and watch whatever ball game was on TV. Their wives usually went their own ways, often together on shopping sprees. This Saturday, Steve and Mike were slumped in front of the tube in the former's den, while the two Mrs. Claytons were off at the mall.
Steve and Mike weren't supposed to be disturbed, but Laurel walked in on them nonetheless. And she was wearing just a towel.
"Daddy, I know I'm not supposed to bother you and Uncle Mike," she said, "but I've got a problem. I got ready to take a shower, but there's no hot water."
"You sure of that, honey?" Steve Clayton asked. "Maybe it's just taking a while to warm up.
"Try it for yourself, Daddy," Laurel said holding her towel up with one hand while pointing to the sink that was part of the wet bar installed in the den.
Steve shrugged and got up. When he turned on the tap on the left, the water quickly started to stream.
"Look," he said to Laurel. "See, it's plenty hot."
"Let me feel it, though," she insisted.
"Suit yourself," Steve sighed.
Laurel put her hand under the gushing faucet. The water was so hot that she jumped back with scalded fingers, her other hand losing its grip on her towel. Suddenly Laurel was standing there naked.
"Well, gee," she defensively said, to the two staring men, "what's the big deal, anyway? You two act like you've never seen me like this before. I used to run around naked all the time when I was a little girl."
"There's, uh, a little bit of difference between then and now," her uncle Mike said.
"Just cover yourself up, that's all," her father said.
Laurel leaned down to pick up the towel. As she did so, her bare ass was pointed in the direction of her father and uncle. They couldn't help seeing the way her plump ass-cheeks parted to expose her pussy.
And Laurel couldn't help hearing the male gasps she'd drawn with her pose. When she stood up again and turned back around, she had the towel in her grasp but was teasing with it rather than re-covering herself. Using it like a fluttering veil, she flashed some of this, some of that, behaving like an amateur stripper.
Steve Clayton decided he had to do something drastic to put a stop to his daughter's outrageous behavior. And so, stepping forward, he attempted to settle the matter by force.
"Ooooh, Daddy! You hit soooo hard!" Laurel squealed when her face was abruptly slapped.
Mike Clayton said to his brother, "Yeah, Steve, there's no call for that. So she's acting a little frisky. You know how girl's her age are sometimes. Got one of my own at home, you know. My Amy gets in these moods, too, where she starts showing off what she has."
"Then you go take care of your own daughter, and leave the business of mine to me!" Steve growled at Mike. "In other words, take a hike. This just turned private!"
Mike shrugged, took one last peek at Laurel as she stood there trembling in the nude, then headed for the door and was gone.
"You slut, look at you," Steve Clayton hissed as he ran his eyes over Laurel's naked body. "Just look at you!"
"You're already doing plenty of that for the both of us, Daddy," Laurel sassed back. "Looking at me the way a guy does when he'd like to do more than just look."
"Take that back!" Steve rumbled.
"Sure, I'll take it back--if I'm wrong," Laurel said, standing her ground. "And the best way for me to find out whether I am, Daddy, is by getting a better look at where you're really at, Daddy."
Her eyes then dropped, focusing below her father's belt. The telltale bulge she saw left nothing to her imagination.
"Well," she then chuckled, pointedly staring at his swollen crotch, "looks like I don't have to take it back, Daddy."
Steve Clayton sheepishly lowered his head and gulped, "Okay... so I'm only human. Seeing my little girl running around naked... well, like I said, I'm only human."
"So am I, Daddy!" Laurel steamily replied. "And after what I've seen so far, I wouldn't be human if I didn't want to see more."
Now she knelt before her father, facing his bulging crotch. Steven allowed his naked daughter to pull his rigid cock out into the open. When she licked his throbbing cock-head, his balls clustered in their sac and he moaned with forbidden pleasure.
"Mmm, Daddy, I never knew you were so hung," Laurel slurped. "I'm so proud it was such a big cock that shot the jizz into Mom's cunt and got me born."
"Please, baby, leave your mother out of this," Steve pleaded. "I'll do whatever you want if you just don't bring her up anymore. If I start thinking about your mother... well, see for yourself."
His cock promptly sagged to half-mast under her nose. "Oh, daddy, I'm sorry mom's such a bitch," Laurel said. "But, don't worry, I'll help you forget all about her."
Next Laurel took a mouthful of cock. As she expertly sucked, it quickly returned to rigid form in her oral grasp. Then she deep-throated her father. He then twisted around to plant his face into her teenage cunt while she gave him a blow- job. Father and daughter were now sixty-nining.
Laurel came first. Her dad used his tongue like a spoon to feed himself on the orgasmic honey from her pussy. And while he feasted on her climax at one end of the action, at the other end his big prick fucked her mouth with faster and faster thrusts.
As an experienced cock-sucker, Laurel could tell when a guy's jizz was on tap. Her father was now on the brink of shooting his wad. So she thirstily increased her suction, squeezing his balls, and he was over the brink with a gushing torrent of cum, which had originally given Laurel life.
But, of course, a sixty-nine was just the beginning of sex. Sucking geared them up for the main event. All she had to do was make sure she left her dad's cock stiff, her pussy would take over his hard-on from there.
Laurel, though, hadn't factored in something about her dad. His age. She'd never put out for anybody as old as he was. She now learned that a middle-aged cock definitely had its ups and downs.
Reading her disappointment when his dripping prick limply emerged from her mouth, Steve Clayton told Laurel, "Let's face it, I'm not as young as I used to be. That blow-job took more out of me than just the cum from my balls."
"How long does it usually take you to get your prick back up, Daddy?" Laurel anxiously asked. "Not too long, I hope. I'm horny for you to fuck my pussy!"
"Afraid you'll just have to be patient with your old dad," Steve sighed. "And if you don't want to wait on me, I'll understand. Young pussy's really meant for young cock. If you were here with a boy your own age, you'd probably have a pussyful of what you want already."
Laurel suspiciously asked, "By any chance, are you trying to get out of going all the way with me, Daddy? Worried that actually fucking me is going too far?"
"Oh, baby," Steve wistfully said, "fucking you would make me the luckiest dad in the world. Don't you know that every guy who has a daughter secretly wants to fuck her? But how many of us ever get the chance? A fantasy coming true is what we're talking about here. Just wish I was still young enough to get the job done right away!"
Laurel smiled. "Know what your problem is, Daddy? You spend too much time thinking about why you can't, instead of proving to yourself you're still as much of a stud as ever. Well, now I'm taking over. Gonna come on to you so dirty that the only thing you'll be thinking with is your big, hard cock!"
Standing astride her father with her cunt casting its shadow over his upturned face, Laurel put her hands on her hips in a dominant stance. Then, she flexed her crotch so her pussy- lips flared. The golden stream which abruptly gushed from between her legs caught her father by total surprise, but he didn't budge an inch.
"Yes, dirty, Daddy, dirty. So damned dirty!" Laurel called down. "Dirtier it gets, the hornier it makes you!"
Steve Clayton didn't answer. He was too busy drinking his daughter's piss. And then Laurel dipped down onto her yielding father so she was sitting directly on his face, her cunt flush with his mouth as she finished peeing straight down his throat.
"Dirty, dirty, dirty," Laurel crooned. "I'm the dirtiest girl who ever put out for you, Daddy. Nasty, filthy, dirty. And how can your cock stay soft with a girl like that? A nasty, filthy, dirty slut like me. Your own daughter. Your little girl, worse than any whore!"
Laurel squirmed her wet cunt away from his face and down his body. She temporarily stopped shy of his crotch, where she unfastened his already unzipped pants entirely and yanked them with his shorts down to his knees.
"You can't see your own cock, can you, Daddy? Don't even know whether you've got another hard-on yet or not, do you?"
"God, not sure of anything anymore," Steve Clayton muttered.
"Ever dream about me, Daddy?" asked Laurel. "Real nasty dreams?"
"More than once," a gulping Steve admitted. "Were they this dirty, Daddy?"
"No," Steve gulped on, "never this much... never this good."
"Mmmm, flattery will get you everywhere. Like ten inches straight up the cunt of your dreams!"
Laurel plopped herself squarely into her father's crotch. Steve Clayton found out for certain that he had another hard-on.
"Oh, baby," he sighed, "you've done more than just taking twenty years off my age! Got me feeling like now I'm gonna live forever as long as I can fuck my little girl! My dirty little girl!"
"Daddy, you say the sweetest things," Laurel bubbled. "And you're fucking me with just about the hardest hunk of cock-meat my pussy's ever been full of!"
Then Laurel swiveled around on top of her father to face him while they fucked. And when she offered her tits to him, he knew exactly what to do.
"Yes," Steve Clayton said, "give me those beautiful tits to suck. Bet you're the kinda girl where anything that happens to 'em, it goes straight to your cunt. So if you're already getting fucked while you get sucked, you start coming and can't stop."
"Absolutely!" Laurel cried.
Steve Clayton orally seized a plump nipple. His expert suction immediately sent an orgasmic message to his daughter's cock-filled cunt. Laurel climaxed on the spot.
As her father sucked her tits and fucked her cunt, Laurel came in successively mounting waves of sensual pleasure. However, what Laurel really craved most was her father's cum. A pussyful of the same jizz which had given her life!
Rising and falling now with relentless friction, Laurel's cunt put the pressure possible on her father's prick.
When his daughter had caught him with a hard-on for her at the very beginning, Steve Clayton had said he was only human. But here, as their incestuous passion neared its bumping, grinding conclusion, he felt more like he was superhuman. For in his previous existence, Steve had never had the experience of coming as hard, as hot, as much as he was about to now.
"It's gonna be the best load you ever shot, isn't it, Daddy? I can tell. Bet my life on it!"
"Oooooh, baby, you got it! Best I've ever come!" Steve blurted.
His cock exploded, the impact lifting his daughter several inches in the air. When she fell back down, his gushing cock hiking her cunt made Laurel feel like she was drowning from the inside out.
"God, Daddy," she murmured when her father's climax had finally slowed to a dribble, "if you lose your hard-on after shooting a load like that into my pussy, believe me, I'll understand."
But, as it turned out, Steve Clayton's cock didn't lose an inch. And his daughter could understand that even better. As soon as she got the message that she had as much to work with as ever, Laurel was arranging to get her ass fucked next!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Mike Clayton had left his brother's place with a hard-on. Now, back home, he still had one.
"Damn, that little Laurel's a helluva package. Sassy as she is sexy, too," Mike sighed in his own den. "Wonder how Steve handled that with her anyway. I dunno what I would've done with that young pussy parading around in front of me."
After what he'd seen of his niece, Mike was definitely regretting what he'd missed seeing of his own little girl in recent years.
He wistfully asked himself, "Hmmm, how long has it been since I've seen my Amy bare- assed, anyway?"
Jesus, he thought, it had to have been all the way back to before Amy even knew what a bra was for. But even then, with a flat chest, freckles, braces, pigtails, and a hairless pussy, she'd definitely aroused Mike. In fact, he now remembered in detail the very last time Amy had been naked in his presence.
"That was," he recalled with a nostalgic sigh, "the last time I spanked her, too. She was splashing water all over while she was supposed to be taking a bath. Went in there, turned her over my knee, and spanked that little ass of hers until it was bright red."
And then Mike recalled even more.
"God, did that little girl give me a hard-on that night. When I was whipping her ass that cute pussy kept peeking out at me. Had to go jack off like I was a kid again myself."
It was a fond memory that Mike had dredged up from the past. But it didn't do the hard- on he had today any good. His prick felt like it was going to burst out of his pants.
"Guess that night I spanked Amy's bare ass was the last time I ever jacked off, too," he murmured, rubbing the mound at his crotch. "Ahhh, she was such a pretty little thing then.
Wonder what it'd be like to see her stripped now. Bet she's every bit as much of a peach as her cousin."
At this point, Mike leaned back in his chair and fantasized about the teenaged version of his naked daughter. Indeed, he imagined an incident where Amy did the same sort of thing as Laurel had today. Showed up hardly dressed and with nothing on underneath what little she wore.
"What're you looking at, Daddy?" Mike imagined his nearly nude daughter asking.
"You."
The fantasy continued. In it, Mike offered to double his daughter's allowance if she'd pose naked for him. But Amy went even farther. He could go ahead and touch her if he wanted to. Why not, if it made him happy. After all, she explained, she'd already made plenty of boys happy by letting them cop a feel, so why not her own dad?
The next thing he knew his hard-on was out of his pants and throbbing in his hand. He began to jack off for the first time in years, driven to it by the incestuous mental image of a daughter no father could resist.
"Man, would I be in trouble if Amy really was here showing it off," Mike panted, stroking his cock-meat. "Just get this over with, then get back to normal. Watch the ball game and have a few beers. Forget I ever got so carried away... "
And that's when Mike Clayton was interrupted by the door opening. A magazine over his crotch was his only hope of hiding what he'd been doing to himself from the female intruder, as she glided into the room.
"Daddy," Amy said, moving around in front of her white-knuckled father, "I wanted to show you my new nightie. Get your opinion how I look in it. Mom says it's too rosy because it's see-through. What do you think, Daddy?" All Amy wore was a flimsy veil of sorts. Under the fabric her body seemed to shimmer, her tits and pussy especially on display.
"Well, Daddy, what do you think?" she repeated.
Mike squirmed, his cock trying to escape from under the magazine spread across his lap. On the one hand, he prayed his nearly naked daughter would leave before temptation got the best of him. On the other hand, he couldn't take his eyes off her.
"Gee, I don't see what's the big deal about me wearing something that's a little sexy," Amy said. "I mean, it's not like I'm parading around in public in it or something. A girl ought to be able to wear what she wants in her own house." Next she went over and stood in front of a nearby mirror, running her eyes with approval over her revealing reflection.
"Mmmmm, I don't care what anybody else says, I like it," she sighed, then watched herself caress her own ample curves through the clinging night.
Mike could see her perfect, young ass. He should have been taking advantage of her back being turned to hurriedly stuff his cock into his pants, but he couldn't stop staring at that perfect, young ass.
Now she closed the distance between her father and herself, standing right above him as he sat in his chair.
"Take a better look at me, Daddy," she requested. "I want you to tell me I'm pretty." Mike hemmed and hawed, at a total loss for words.
"Yes, a better look," Amy purred. "The best look I can give you."
She lifted the nightie. Now it was her tits and cunt in the flesh. And in response, his cock escaped from beneath the magazine in his weak grasp and jutted into the open.
"Oh, Jesus," Mike groaned. "Baby, I'm sorry. Really sorry... "
"Sorry? Sorry for what, Daddy? You just made me so happy. 'Cause now I know for sure you really do think I'm pretty!"
And she knelt, so her hot breath was now in direct contact with his big, hard cock.
"Mmmm, every girl dreams of being able to give her dad a hard-on," Amy steamily murmured. "But actually seeing it with her own eyes is where it's really at. Never thought I'd get the chance. Now that I have, though, wanna do even more than just look... "
Amy's slender fingers now wrapped around the thick shaft of her father's stiff cock. She began to stroke.
"Relax, Daddy, just relax," Amy soothed. "It's gonna be so good for both of us if you just let it happen."
Then it wasn't just her hand around her father's prick. Her tongue began licking his swollen cock-head as well.
"Okay," Mike had to admit, "I dunno how to stop you. Whatever you got in your head to do, go ahead and do it."
She abruptly sucked in a mouthful of her father's big prick. Gripping the sides of his chair, Mike watched her deep-throat him to his balls.
His hips automatically began to roll, making his cock rhythmically pump in his daughter's throat. The next thing he knew he was past the point of no return, holding Amy's face to guide her suction so he literally fucked her in the mouth.
"Oh, Daddy, Daddy," Amy gurgled, "whenever you're ready to come, I'm ready to drink every drop. Sooner the better. Can hardly wait to taste your jizz!"
"Baby," he wheezed, "right or wrong, there's no turning back anymore."
His cock erupted at the depths of his daughter's throat. She gulped the jizz as quickly as it spilled. It was the most cum Mike guessed he'd ever shot, but by the time the spurting had run its course he was sure that Amy could have swallowed twice as much.
"Well, one thing's certain, nobody can blame me for leading you astray. A girl has to've been around plenty to suck like that," he sighed. "No way mine's the first cock you've ever sucked."
"Mmmm, but the most special," Amy sighed in return. "Besides, Daddy, you weren't expecting a virgin, were you?"
"Every father halfway hopes his little girl is still, well, a little girl," Mike said, "until there's too much proof that she isn't."
"And how do you like my proof so far, Daddy dear? Practice makes perfect, huh?"
"Best blow-job I've ever gotten," Mike readily admitted.
"The piece of ass when you fuck me's gonna be even better, Daddy," Amy promised, rubbing her pussy in anticipation.
"You'd made up your mind before you ever walked in here, hadn't you? Wearing that nightie I could see through was a set-up, wasn't it?"
Amy nodded. "You made it easy for me, though, Daddy. Didn't expect I'd be so lucky to walk in on you when you were already so horny in advance that you were jacking off. Caught you red-handed, didn't I?"
Mike boyishly blushed from being reminded by his daughter that he'd been beating his own cock.
"Well, whatever turned you on to begin with, sure made it easy for me," Amy said. "Wanna tell me about it, Daddy? Weren't you supposed to be over at Uncle Steve's?"
"I was... yeah, there."
"And?"
"Your, uh, Cousin Laurel," Mike haltingly answered, then finished his reply with a question of his own. "What kind of girl is she?"
"Laurel's just like me, Daddy. Exactly, absolutely and completely the same as yours truly. We do everything the same. So in case you're wondering about if she came on to Uncle Steve the way I am to you, the poor guy wouldn't have a chance--same as you and me, Daddy."
"You and Laurel... you're in this together, aren't you? Each of you seeing if you can... can do it with your own f-fathers."
Amy not only didn't deny it, she bubbled, "Oh, how did Laurel come on to Uncle Steve? You must have been there for at least part of it, or you wouldn't be back home so turned on that you started jacking off."
Mike gave in and explained the business about his niece, her towel and his brother.
Amy became excited. "Then by now Laurel must've already gotten herself fucked by Uncle Steve. Oh, Daddy, we've just got to hurry and catch up with them!"
Amy assumed the classic fucking position, with one leg draped over the couch and the other dangling to the floor, spreading her pussy wide open.
"Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me!" she demanded. "Anything Uncle Steve can do to Laurel, you can do better to me!"
Mike Clayton had no way of resisting his daughter's beckoning cunt. His jutting cock led him to the juicy cunt between Amy's legs.
Then Mike's crotch lurched. Into his daughter's welcoming pussy went his stiff prick, to the hilt on the first thrust. In return, Amy wrapped her long legs around him and began rocking him with her thighs.
"Jesus," Mike groaned. "What have Steve and I gotten ourselves into?"
"What else?" Amy chirped. "The tightest pussies you've ever fucked!"
She didn't get any argument out of her father. "Soooo goooood!" he moaned.
"Just keep telling yourself that, Daddy," urged Amy. "And fucking me harder, harder and harder!"
He started pistoning his cock in her cunt under his own steam. She rewarded his effort by coming for him with squealing appreciation.
"Oh, baby, come for me, that's the way to come for me," Mike rasped.
She had a second climax. This one made her naked body shudder from head to toe while her orgasmic cunt rippled around her father's cock.
"Baby, there's only one word for it!" Mike gusted. "Fan-fucking-tastic!"
"Fan-fucking-tastic enough, Daddy, to have you near to coming for me, too?"
"Truth is, sweetheart, your old dad's been having to hold back his jizz almost from the beginning of fucking you," Mike revealed. "Before I shoot my wad, just wanted to make sure you got to come plenty first."
"Then what're you waiting for?" prompted Amy. "Feel like I've been waiting my whole life to get a pussyful of your jizz. The same jizz that got me born into this crazy world in the first place. Daddy's jizz!"
"Why don't you do something extra to me, something special?" Mike suggested. "Something extra-special to really pull your old man's trigger, princess?"
"You mean like this, daddy?" Amy said. Amy stabbed a couple of fingers into her father's asshole. They were digging at the base of his balls, priming the pump of his jizz as expertly as it could be done.
"So, daddy," Amy impatiently asked, "is this pulling the trigger for you hard enough?"
"Bang!" Mike groaned as his cock really exploded at the core of his daughter's cunt.
Mike's jizz fired as if his cock were a machine gun in his daughter's pussy. By the time his ammunition had run out, Amy was overflowing between her legs.
"You know what'd go great right about now, Daddy?" Amy said. "If you ate out my pussy right after you've fucked it."
Like so many males, Mike had never really tasted the flavor of his own jizz. A stray drop here and there, perhaps, but nowhere near the kind of sucking mouthful involved in going down on a cunt he'd just fucked.
Amy teased, "Oh, I know what you're thinking, Daddy. Afraid that licking up your own cum is too weird. That there's something kind of faggy about it, somehow. Scared that you just might like how it tastes?"
"K-Kinda like that," Mike stammered. "Oh, Daddy," Amy scoffed, "wise up. You guys aren't like us chicks. It's natural for us to be bi. But nothing's gonna keep a stud like you from staying straight if that's what you were meant to be. Trust me, Daddy. If there's anything any girl worth her cunt knows better than herself, it's you guys."
In spite of his lingering doubt, how could Mike not go along? After all, hadn't his daughter already taken him farther down the road of sex than he'd ever thought he would go?
A moment later, his face was buried between her legs and his own jizz trickled down his throat while his tongue swabbed her freshly fucked cunt. And Amy had been right. He was still the same man he ever was--his hard-on jutted at full strength, readier than ever to fuck his daughter.
"Your cunt ready again for more of just my mouth, baby?" he anxiously asked, drooling with his own jizz.
But Amy surprised him by answering, "No, Daddy, no more pussy."
"Gee, sweetheart, I could've sworn for sure that you'd want me to fuck you again."
Amy surprised him once more. "Oh, but I do. I'd never forgive you if you don't fuck me again."
Completely confused by this point, Mike stammered, "Then wh-what... "
"Just not my pussy, Daddy," Amy said. "Here's where I want your cock this time!" She was suddenly up on all fours. Her hands were on her ass-cheeks, yanking them widely apart. And there, puckered between them, was without a doubt the special target she was now offering to her father's big cock.
Mike gulped. "You really m-mean it?"
"I'm begging you for it, Daddy. Just listen," Amy said. "Please, Daddy, pleeeeease! If you love me, fuck me in the ass!"
Mike Clayton certainly loved his daughter. So he would go on to prove it with his cock up her ass. When he eventually came again, his jizz flowed even more freely than it previously had in her mouth and cunt. What's more, by the time his balls had been drained for the third time, he was already thinking ahead to a fourth.
But when he pulled his dripping prick out of her fucked asshole, the phone rang. He knew he had to pick it up.
"Yeah?" he finally answered.
"Mike, I don't believe I'm telling you this, but I've got to tell somebody," the caller said in a hush. "God, can you believe it? I just fucked my own daughter!"
Mike had no trouble whatsoever believing it. "Welcome to the club, Steve," he mechanically answered his brother. "Me, too!"
CHAPTER NINE
"No, this I cannot buy," Laurel said, trying to be firm. "Everything else I went along with, but this is too much. Stop wasting your breath with this one, it's just going in one ear and out the other as far as I'm concerned."
"But it's the truth, I swear," Amy insisted. "I'm telling you the truth for the first time about any of this. Up until now, I made everything up. The only thing that wasn't a total lie was about me being one of the first members--but that was just because I was the only member there ever was. Except for me, the whole thing never existed."
"What about all those rumors around school?"
"I started them all, too. Gotta be the greatest con job anybody ever pulled in the history of Centerville High."
"God, you know what?" Laurel now sighed in spite of herself. "I'm actually starting to believe you all over again."
"Smart girl," Amy said. "Just think. All that gossip, but who did you ever know who was supposed to be in the club? Just me, that's it. Just yours truly, and you know why? You tell me."
Laurel was now convinced, speaking the bottom line. "There was never any Satin Sisters except for you."
"That's the story. The whole story," Amy said, underscoring the bottom line. "The whole fucking story."
"But why? Why?" Laurel asked. "What was it all supposed to prove?"
"Sometimes, when it was all going on, I'd wake up in the middle of the night and ask myself that," Amy admitted. "But now I know. How it's all turned out? I'm a genius, that's all there is to it. In a way, turns out the Satin Sisters really sort of exist now after all for the first time."
"No such thing as a club with one member," Laurel scoffed.
"Except there's two of us now," Amy chuckled. "Me and you. Nothing either of us did the last few days that the other didn't do, too. We fucked our brothers. Fucked each other's brothers after we'd fucked ourselves. Then we fucked our dads. If that's not an initiation into one hell of an exclusive club I dunno what it is."
Laurel couldn't argue with her cousin's logic.
"Okay," she told Amy, "we're the Satin Sisters. The only two. In it together all the way down the line. So what's next, Sister?"
Amy waited a moment, letting the suspense build.
"The club," Amy finally chuckled, "is throwing a little party."
* * *
Steve and Mike Clayton huddled together in the former's den.
"What're we gonna do about those two?" Mike asked about their daughters.
"Keep on fucking 'em," Steve responded.
It just didn't seem probable to Steve or Mike, though, that things could turn out that ideally.
"If Janet ever found out I'd fucked Laurel," Steve said, "she'd see me to jail first, then hell later."
"Same with Sheila if she knew about me and Amy," Mike said.
"Yeah, only about one thing could save our asses from Janet and Sheila," Steve wistfully sighed. "And that's if somehow they were as guilty with the boys as we are with the girls. Fucking their sons the same as we fucked our daughters."
Little did they know, however, that it was already being taken care of.
* * *
"You've got to do it," they told their brothers. "The whole family depends on it. None of the rest of us is safe from our moms if you don't."
"But our own mothers?" one of the boys croaked, the other nodding in agreement. "That's going too far!"
"Why, Amy and I fucked our own dads, didn't we?" Laurel pointed out to Chuck and Carl. "Now it's your turn! If you don't fuck 'em for us, our moms are worse than just in the way. They're our enemies. Now what kind of family is that? And it'd be so easy to get them on our side."
"What if we won't do it?" Chuck gulped.
Now Amy bluntly spoke up. "It's simple. No mother-fucking and there's no more fucking, period. That is, except the regular kind where it's everybody for themselves out in the open market. Laurel and I could handle that, 'cause we were getting plenty before this ever started. But, on the other hand... "
"... you poor boys were cherry before this came along," Laurel finished up. "Be a shame to see you two wind up as a couple of jack-off artists all over again."
Okay, the boys agreed, they'd give mother- fucking their best shot. "When?" one of them asked, while the other simultaneously quizzed, "Where?" And then both said together, "How?"
Their sisters had all the answers. The time was right here and now. That meant dads in the den, moms in the kitchen--and, most importantly, kids on the loose.
* * *
Not only were they sisters-in-law, Janet and Sheila were also best friends. They were used to talking about intimate matters. Especially, they enjoyed teasing each other about things like...
"I still say my Steve's got a bigger cock than your Mike," Janet Clayton giggled as she salted the roast.
"Okay, suppose he does? But that's just our husbands," Sheila Clayton giggled back. "What about the next generation, though? I know my Carl has to be hung bigger than your Chuckie."
"Have you ever seen Carl's prick hard?" Janet asked.
Sheila proudly nodded, then asked back, "What about you and your Chuckie?"
Janet also nodded.
Then each Mrs. Clayton anxiously asked the other, "How big?"
And each answered the same: "Ten inches!" Then they blushed at how daring they were being, one of them sighing, "Oh, if those boys of ours could only hear how their mothers are carrying on about them now."
Outside the kitchen door, Chuck whispered to Carl about their moms, "Damn, they're making it a snap for us. So easy even Laurel and Amy wouldn't believe it."
"Then what're we waiting for? We can't miss," Carl said.
So the boys suddenly entered the kitchen, freezing their startled mothers.
"We heard what you were telling each other," Chuck bluntly revealed.
"So we'll settle it for you," Carl said next. "About which of us is really hung the most." Stunned mothers reeled as grinning sons abruptly unzipped themselves below their belts. Janet and Sheila Clayton were virtually hypnotized by the two teenage cocks which now appeared. Neither was hard yet, but each boy stroked his cock-meat to reach that goal.
"You lied, Mom," Chuck then said during his hard-job. "Lied to Aunt Sheila. You've never seen me with a hard-on before."
"Just like you lied to Aunt Janet about me, Mom," Carl accused his mother.
"But you know what, Mom?" Chuck next smirked. "You were right anyway. Ten inches, you said? That's exactly how much I'm hung."
"You got my cock exactly right too, Mom," Carl leered.
And now both boys gave jutting demonstrations of their respective ten inches. Removing their hands, they put their teenage hard-ons on full display.
"Oh, my God, they're so big," Chuck's mother whispered in a hush. "The most beautiful cocks I've ever seen!"
"Amen," Carl's mother sighed in complete agreement.
Then Chuck said, "Now, it just so happens, Carl and I have been having a little friendly argument about the same sort of thing. Has to do with you two. Each of us keeps telling the other that his mom's gotta be the one with the hairiest pussy."
"But there's only one way for us to find out for sure who's right, now isn't there?" Carl snickered. "You moms are just gonna have to go ahead and show us who's got the best cunt- bush between you."
Janet and Sheila both smiled.
"My God," Sheila murmured, "I don't believe I'm actually saying this. But should we?"
"I'll tell you what I really think," Janet replied. "But only if you tell me back at the same time. Okay? When I count to three. One... uh, two... "
Both women took what were probably the deepest breaths of their lives before the final number was counted down.
"... Three."
And now each Mrs. Clayton echoed the other.
"Yes!"
Janet wore a skirt. Sheila had on slacks. Up flipped Janet's. Down came Sheila's. At the crotch of both pairs of panties were stains of pussy-juice. And next those panties were being peeled away. Suddenly the two Mrs. Claytons were naked from the waist down, each exposing the cunt that had given her son birth.
Who was the hairiest between her legs? There turned out to be not a silky strand to choose between their lush cunt-bushes. Even the color was the same, the same glistening black as a crow's wing.
And at this point Carl summed up what as on view. "Looks like our mom's pussies are just as hairy as our cocks are big. So much alike that each looks like the other one in a mirror."
"Wonder, though," Chuck said, "which pussy's the best fuck?"
Sheila blurted, "Just try us and find out for yourselves!"
Then Janet went even farther, the first on the floor with her legs spread for her son's teenage cock. Now, at the center of her hairy cunt-bush, when her pussy-lips yawned, her inner pink pussy glistened. Her sister-in-law quickly followed this brazen example, adopting the same classic pose.
"Fuck us, fuck us, fuck us!" both mothers demanded of their hung sons.
Chuck and Carl were only too eager to sink their rigid cocks into the cunts that had originally delivered them into the world. Each boy went to fuck his mother.
Chuck kneeled before Janet. Carl before Sheila. Cocks were aimed point blank at the juicy female cunts. And with their crotches bucking at the same instant, both sons plunged and became mother-fuckers.
And in turn, as her cunt was instantly hilted, each fucked mother moaned to her son that he was such a stud that she was ready to come right Ml away. Then the two Mrs. Claytons did so, each orgasmically writhing on the receiving end of a pussyful of her boy's buried cock.
"Ooooh, we're coming soooo goooood!" Janet spoke for her sister-in-law and herself.
Sheila similarly included both of them in her response. "Now keep us coming! Don't just fuck our cunts. Suck our tits the way you used to do when you were still in diapers!"
Chuck and Carl went for it once, ripping blouses and bras away. Then each boy had a mouthful of nipple. Their mothers promptly climaxed twice as hard as before.
And their sons eagerly did both, sending Janet and Sheila into screeching gales of orgasmic ecstasy. The sucked, fucked mothers were so loud, indeed, that anybody else in the house could not help but hear them loud and clear. Even as far away as the den, with the door closed...
... jumping because of the piercing female squeals from afar, Mike Clayton wondered aloud, "Jesus, what the hell is that racket?"
"Sounds like our damned wives. Must be a mouse in the kitchen," Steve answered. "Saw one around the other night myself. Kind of cute, little guy, but you know women. We'd better go kill this cheese-eater to shut those noisy broads up."
"If that's what it is, I'm surprised they're not pounding on the door already for us to bail them out. God, women."
Then, sure enough, there was urgent knocking from outside.
"Sorry, mouse," Steve sighed, "you never had a chance when you tangled with a couple of wives!"
He got up and went to the door. But when he opened it, his daughter and niece were there instead of their mothers.
"Oh, Daddy," declared Laurel, "you and Uncle Mike better come see about Mom and Aunt Sheila. Sounds pretty serious."
"Sure," Steve sighed, motioning to his brother. "We'll take care of it."
So the Clayton brothers went toward the kitchen. Along the way they lost track of their daughters. And when they arrived at the doorway, Steve and Mike also lost their balance, reeling back down the hallway from what they'd seen. For it was no innocent mouse which had their wives sounding off. Instead, they were coming hysterically from pussies full of teenage cock--being mother-fucked by their own sons!
Neither husband could believe it as they retreated from the incredible scene in the kitchen. Sure, they had fantasized about it somehow happening. But, if anything, this made its reality even more unbelievable.
Indeed, Mike was not even of a mind to accept it was real, gulping, "We're each in one of the other's crazy dreams. What it has to be. Both of us having the same dream at the same time. 'Cause this can't be true."
"But if it is," Steve panted, "we're home free."
"Then let's start celebrating, Daddy," he was told from behind.
Steve wheeled around. His daughter had popped up again. Only this time with a crucial difference. For Laurel was stark naked. Then, when Mike also turned to his rear, there was his Amy, equally naked.
"Th-this isn't happening," Mike continued to insist.
"Then, Daddy," Amy giggled, "Laurel and I are gonna be awful disappointed. 'Cause we sure planned it to happen exactly like you think it isn't!"
"Your own brothers fucking their mothers?" Mike croaked. "You girls planned that?"
"By now you ought to know you can't put anything past us, Uncle Mike!" Laurel chirped.
And now Steve sighed, "Face it, Mike, we're fucked. We're all fucked. Me, you, the wives, the boys--all fucked, thanks to our little girls. So, what the hell, why not take advantage of it? If that's what Laurel and Amy want, you gonna stop 'em?"
Mike slowly shook his head, admitting that their daughters were geniuses at getting their way.
"So, all right," he then muttered, "we're all fucked. Except what exactly are the rest of us supposed to do while our own wives are right there in the kitchen actually getting themselves fucked right now by our mother-fucking sons?" Saying nothing, each girl took her father's hand. Then Mike and Steve were led back to the kitchen and pushed inside, where the wives had just finished being mother-fucked by their hung sons.
The two Mrs. Claytons were sprawled on the floor with their yawning cunts slobbering fresh teenage jizz. Chuck stood over Janet, while Carl loomed above Sheila. Both boys were stroking their dripping cocks to keep them hard, as their horny mothers begged them for more.
"Oh, Chuckie, you've just gotta fuck me again," Janet moaned. "This time up my ass!"
"Mmmm, same for me," Sheila swooned. "Carl, you've just gotta do to me whatever your cousin does to your aunt!"
But Carl answered, "We'll have to wait on that, Mom. Looks like we've got company!" The freshly fucked mothers abruptly looked toward the doorway, acting as if they'd forgotten until now that such a connection to the outside world existed. And there were their staring husbands, apparently representing the end of the world of marriage, home, and the family as Janet and Sheila had known it.
"Okay," Sheila said, "we're guilty as sin. So get it over with."
"Whatever it is," Janet joined in, "just do it. Call the police. Call your lawyers to divorce us and cut us off without a cent. Beat us up. Whatever it is, we deserve it. Just leave the boys alone. It's all our fault they fucked us."
"But don't expect us to tell you we're sorry. We'd do it all over again if we had the chance."
"Oh, would we!"
"So you can have us arrested. Divorce us. Beat us black and blue. But you can't take what we did away from us. Was it worth it?"
"Oh, God, yes, yes!" both wives sang out together, then embraced in mutual support.
Now Steve Clayton spoke up. "Sorry? We're the ones, me and Mike, who ought to be sorry. Sorry to disappoint you. You cunts think you're turning this family upside down here today? Well, think again. You're last not first to get it on this way, just finally finding out how things really are already. In other words, welcome to the club!"
Stunned by Steve's speech, the wives looked toward their mother-fucking sons to see if the boys could shed some light on what had just been said. And, sure enough, Chuck and Carl nodded in agreement with Steve. When Janet and Sheila glanced back at Mike, he was also nodding.
And next came the proof in the flesh that Janet and Sheila were the final pieces in the incestuous family puzzle. For now Steve and Mike each called for his daughter. The girls appeared front and center. Stark naked. Then, without saying a word, Laurel and Amy each knelt before her father, unzipped his fly, pulled out his rigid cock and began sucking his big, hard cock.
"Are we dreaming?" a stunned Janet Clayton asked.
"You mean," Sheila Clayton answered, "are we really this lucky?"
"Make your own luck, Mom," urged Carl, offering his teenage cock under his mother's nose.
Sheila didn't hesitate. She hungrily took her son's throbbing hard-on in her mouth and deep- throated it to Carl's balls.
"Well, Mom," Chuck then said to Janet, "looks like the rest is up to you. Are you one of us? A member of the club? Are you gonna suck my cock, too?"
Janet took a deep breath and whispered, "No... no, not gonna suck your cock, Son."
"But it's happening, Mom, happening all around us," Chuck pointed out. "Everybody else is doing it."
"I know," Janet Clayton said. "That's why we're gonna show them something different. Why, instead of us just settling for a blow-job like everybody else, you're gonna jam your big cock straight up my ass, stud! Then they'll be copying us!"
"Hey, right on, Mom!" Chuck whooped. And so, with his mother bobbing up on all fours, he lined up behind her and quickly thrust his eager, young cock straight up her welcoming shit-hole. Janet Clayton came at once. Then she was soon shitting along with coming. Most telling, though, her example was quickly followed by the rest of her family, every other cock in the room switching from a female mouth to a female asshole in short order.
And as Laurel's ass was fucked along with the others, she was so proud of her mother. Her aunt, too, of course. Indeed, she was thinking, and guessed Amy also had exactly the same idea, the Satin Sisters had definitely initiated two more members.