T20 Porkin' Mindy 01-11 {titmouse} (mf,inc,most other sins)
WARNING NOTICE:
The following story is erotic fiction and includes
descriptions of explicit sex. If you are a minor or
if such things may offend you, quit reading now.
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Porkin' Mindy
by Titmouse
(C)1997, All Rights Reserved
1 - Mindy and Johnny
I was 16 when I nailed my sister, Mindy; she was a year
younger. I didn't exactly blackmail her into it, but it was
something like that. Actually, I guess it was as much her idea
as mine.
What happened first was that I caught her in an awkward
position with our neighbor, Johnny Simms, in the garage. He was
15, the same age as Mindy. It was August, and we were all on
summer vacation from school.
Since I'd seen them sneak into the garage once before, I
already had my suspicions about what they were up to --
generally, if not specifically. When I overheard Mindy on the
phone that morning telling someone she'd be "there" at three
o'clock, I was pretty sure it was Johnny she was arranging to
meet, and I guessed they were heading for the garage again. Dad
was at work, of course; Mom would be at her Wednesday afternoon
bridge club and wouldn't be back until almost 6 p.m.
So, at 2:30, I left the house, casually making sure Mindy
knew I was heading down to the park to play basketball. But what
I really did was cut down the alley to the back of our house
(carrying my 35mm camera in my athletic bag), slip into the
garage and hide behind some 4x8-foot sheets of plywood that were
leaned against one of the walls. They were left over from when
Dad fixed the back porch roof the previous summer.
After cleaning out some cobwebs, I had a good view of the
corner of the garage that was our old play "den" and the old
mattress and springs that had served as our sofa. The area was
enclosed on three sides by sheets hung from the rafters, but it
was open on the side that faced toward my vantage point. There
was an old curtain nearby that I pulled across the opening,
leaving a space for me to see out. I was less than 10 feet away
from the mattress. I checked the camera, attached the strobe,
and set it in front of me, leaning back against some bundles of
old clothes.
I had barely settled in when the side door to the garage
opened and Mindy slipped in. She closed the door carefully,
leaving it slightly ajar. She sat on the mattress for a while,
then got up and wandered aimlessly around the garage, looking at
Dad's tools where they were arranged neatly on hooks above his
workbench. It had been years since the garage had been used to
park a car; it was Dad's getaway place, where he could putter
around and pretend to be constructive.
Mindy was wearing cutoff shorts and a tubetop that molded
to her slim teenage body and wrapped tightly around her titties.
She was pretty well developed for her age, although not
especially large in the chest. But the tubetop displayed her
firm, teenage breasts very nicely. I held very still and kept my
breath quiet.
Unaware that anyone was watching, Mindy took the
opportunity to adjust her clothing, pulling the shorts down out
of the crack of her ass and running her hands around the top of
the tube to pull it up securely. She glanced down at her chest,
frowned, and then tugged at the bottom edge, pulling it down
until the tops of her breasts appeared, revealing the cleavage
between them.
Moments later, we both heard the back gate click open and
the faint squeak of hinges. Then there was the whisk of feet
through grass and the side door to the garage opened. Johnny
Simms slipped inside and pulled the door closed behind him,
turning the handle so he could latch it quietly. I heard the
soft "snick" of metal turning into place as he locked it.
Mindy walked up to him as Johnny turned from the door, and
he opened his arms to her and wrapped them around her back.
"Hi, baby," he said, and kissed her. Although they were
the same age, Johnny was at least six inches taller than Mindy,
and she had to tilt her head back to offer him her lips. She
moved in close and pressed her body against his, putting her arms
around his neck.
It didn't take them long to get to it, I've got to say.
After that first kiss, Johnny grabbed Mindy's hand and pulled her
over to the mattress in the corner. They flopped down onto it,
laughing. Johnny pulled Mindy up close, and she wrapped herself
around him without any hesitation. Their feet were pointed at
me.
They kissed and hugged for a while, and pretty soon Johnny
slid a hand into Mindy's top. I could see his hand wrapped
around one tit. Before long, the tube top was around her waist,
exposing her white half bra.
That didn't last long. Mindy was lying half on top of
Johnny. He slid his hands around her back and unfastened the
hooks of her bra. Mindy raised up a little and helped him pull
it out from between them, and then snuggled up to Johnny again.
But that wasn't quite what she wanted. She raised up again,
pushed Johnny's t-shirt up under his arms, and pressed her bare
tittie flesh against his naked chest.
I was enjoying myself. I could see pretty well from my
vantage point, but I was pretty sure they couldn't see me. They
weren't looking, anyway, being far too engrossed in each other.
As long as I held still and kept quiet, there was nothing to make
them look my way.
This was the first time I'd gotten a good look at Mindy's
titties since she had developed anything worth noticing. She was
pretty careful around the house, although I'd catch occasional
glimpses. One of the nightgowns she wore would gap open when
she bent over, and I usually managed to get a peak at her
developing chest. I tried not to be too obvious. But a foxy
sister is a big temptation and a source of many delights, however
brief.
Now, I could see, she had developed very nicely. Her
bazoongas were larger than I had realized, and jutted out from
her chest. They were round and firm and tipped with eraser-sized
nipples centered in dark rose areolas.
Their kisses got increasingly passionate. Mindy was
writhing against Johnny, rubbing her tits against him. One of
his legs was pressed up between hers, and she was hunching her
hips back and forth on it, rubbing her pussy against the top of
his leg.
Johnny rolled Mindy onto her back and cupped one of her
tits with his free hand. He lowered his head to her neck and
nibbled at the area under her jaw and then down lower in the
little hollow at the base. He moved down farther and licked at
her nipple, which hardened in response, sticking up like a little
bullet from the round, soft flesh that Johnny was squeezing. He
covered it with his mouth, sucking on the taut nub of flesh for a
while.
"Oh, Johnny," Mindy sighed, "that feels so-o-o good!"
In response, Johnny let go of her titty and slipped a hand
down between her thighs. He centered his palm in the space
between them and moved his hand back and forth, rubbing her pussy
through her shorts. Mindy responded by opening her legs wider,
giving him unencumbered access. She pushed her hips up to meet
his hand, closing her eyes and biting her lower lip between her
teeth.
Johnny soon moved his hand up to the top button of her
shorts, unfastened it, and tugged down the zipper. He slipped
his fingers under the elastic waist of her panties and began to
wriggle his fingers down across her belly. Mindy wriggled with
him, shifting her hips and sucking in her stomach to give him
more room.
I could tell when he reached her pussy, partly by the
position of his hand but more from Mindy's face. Her eyes popped
open, although they weren't seeing anything and soon closed again
dreamily. She let go of her lower lip, opening her mouth wide
and taking ragged, panting breaths as Johnny's fingers slipped
into her nest and began to stroke her.
"You like that, baby?" Johnny asked her.
"Oh, jeez, honey, yes!" Mindy panted. "You know I do."
"Yeh, I like it, too." He must have done something with
his fingers, because Mindy arched her back, pushing her pussy up
to his probing fingers and giving a little whimper of pleasure.
Johnny began tugging at her shorts with his other hand.
"C'mon, help me," he said.
Mindy grabbed the other side and helped Johnny pull them
down, raising her fanny off the bed to get them over her tight,
teenage buns. Together, they pushed them down to mid-thigh, then
did the same with her panties. That bound her legs together,
though, which made it hard to get access to her pussy, so they
quickly pushed them down around Mindy's ankles, and she kicked
them off.
In my hideaway, I stifled a gasp as Mindy bent her knees
and spread her thighs apart. For a moment, before Johnny's hand
covered it, I had a clear view of her pussy -- a reddened,
vertical gash against her pale white inner thighs, with two
crinkled lips that gapped slightly open and glistened with
moisture, topped with curly brown hair that trailed down around
the edges of her slit.
The sight stuck in my eyes, and years later I can still see
it. I'd never really seen a girl's pussy live and in the flesh
before -- a few magazines and a porno flick that a friend had, to
be sure, but those were paper and television. Although I'd had
my fingers in a couple of hair pies and had even been one of the
group who banged Jeannie Zamole in the closet at a friend's
party, it had always been dark and secret. I had felt a lot more
than I'd seen.
I'd never seen Mindy's pussy, of course, not since she was
a little girl whom Mom bathed with me. I'd had glimpses of her
mound from time to time, but always covered by panties or pj
bottoms. This was my cute little sister's bare and apparently
eager cockholder.
Although it burned its image in my mind, it was only a
moment's vision before those two rosy lips were covered by
Johnny's fingers. He rubbed his hand up and down her slot.
Johnny worked a finger between Mindy's pussy lips, then
bent his middle finger and began to push it into her. Mindy
apparently liked this, since she helped by pushing her hips up
and spreading her thighs wider to make it easier for him to get
in. Before long, Johnny's finger was buried to the hilt in her
tender teenage cunt. He began to slide it in and out of her
pussy, occasionally plunging it all the way in and rolling his
wrist to make it rotate inside her, a move that always brought a
moan from Mindy.
I couldn't help imagining that it was my finger in Mindy's
pussy. Until then, I had never thought of my sister as a serious
sexual object, just a convenient example of femaleness who was
handy and interesting to look at. Now, I began to see her
differently. If she would let Johnny Simms do that to her, after
all, maybe she would let me. I'd heard of such things. My
prick, which was already hard, swelled and strained at the
thought.
On the mattress, Mindy had apparently tired of being a
passive object of Johnny's attentions. Her hand traced down
across his chest to his waistline and below. Cupping her hand,
she stroked the bulging front of Johnny's jeans. Then she moved
back up to his waist and began to fumble with his belt.
After a moment, though, it was clear that Mindy wasn't
making much progress. Johnny pulled his finger out of her pussy
and unbuckled the belt himself, then unfastened the buttons down
the front of his jeans. In the meantime, I had a great view
between Mindy's splayed thighs for a long moment, until she
slowly drew them together.
Once Johnny had the front of his pants unfastened, he
returned his hand to Mindy's pussy. Finding there wasn't enough
room, however, he put a hand on her upper knee and pushed her
legs apart again, giving me another great beaver shot. As Johnny
began to stroke and probe her cunt again, I couldn't help moving
my hand to my cock and squeezing it through my pants.
Meanwhile, now that Johnny had opened the way for her,
Mindy lost no time in getting her hands on his equipment.
Slipping one hand inside his undershorts and pulling down on the
waist with the other, she soon pulled his dick out into view. I
couldn't help noting that he wasn't as big as I was.
Wrapping her fingers around his meat, Mindy began to push
and pull on it -- somewhat awkwardly I thought, but it was
clearly enjoyable to Johnny. He groaned and began to pump his
hips back and forth, helping to slide her hand along his prick.
Both of them were sighing and moaning, more or less
constantly. Then Johnny pulled his finger out of Mindy's pussy
again and, reaching behind his butt, pulled out his wallet. I
was pretty sure what he was going for, and sure enough he pulled
out a foil rectangle, then dropped his wallet on the floor.
"Oh, babe, I gotta have you now," Johnny said. He handed
the foil-wrapped rubber to Mindy, then sat up and stripped off
his t-shirt. His pants and underwear soon followed. While he
was doing this, Mindy tore open the packet and pulled out the
rubber.
Then Mindy did something that shocked, amazed and thrilled
me. Johnny had leaned back on one elbow, his prick jutting out
toward her. Curling at the waist, Mindy bent forward, wrapped a
hand around the straining wand, and stretched out her neck until
her lips reached the head of Johnny's dick. She gave it a kiss,
then parted her lips and took the head of it into her mouth. I
saw her cheeks hollow as she sucked on it.
"Aw, god, Min!" Johnny moaned. "Stop or you'll make me come
right now."
Mindy sat back with a wicked and rather pleased smile on
her face. She settled the rubber on the head of Johnny's cock
and began to roll it down. She seemed pretty familiar with the
technique, too, holding the top in place with one hand while she
worked the rubber down the shaft. Johnny just lay back on his
elbows and watched her.
"There," Mindy said. Still wearing that wicked grin, she
looked at him sideways. "Now what?" she asked innocently.
"Now," Johnny growled, "I'm going to fuck the hell out of
you!" He pushed on her shoulder and Mindy fell back onto the
mattress. As Johnny shifted his torso between her legs, she
lowered a knee to the mattress to welcome him. Then, as he began
to center himself over her, she raised both her knees around his
hips.
My view of the crucial moment was blocked by Johnny's body.
What I could see best, in fact, was his thin, slightly hairy butt
and the wrinkled bag of balls that hung down beneath it. Johnny
reached down between them, obviously guiding himself to the right
spot. He hunched forward and Mindy spread her legs wider,
placing her feet flat against the bed and pushing her hips up to
meet the thrust. I saw the muscles of Johnny's butt ripple
slowly several times as he gradually worked his cock into her.
Then he hit bottom apparently, because they both moaned.
Mindy threw her arms around Johnny's neck and hugged him tightly,
and he slid his hands under her shoulders, resting the weight of
his upper body on his elbows. Mindy slipped her legs inside
Johnny's and extended them, wrapping herself around him.
Johnny began to pump in and out of Mindy's pussy. I could
see little of my sister, since their legs were pointed almost
straight at me. But I could hear her. At first, she sighed each
time Johnny pushed forward, driving his prick into her cunt.
Gradually, Mindy became more and more excited, and she started
crying "oh... oh... oh..." in time to his thrusts.
Johnny was getting excited, too. The pace of his shoves
picked up, and soon he was pounding into Mindy's pussy, making an
audible slap each time he hit bottom. Mindy raised her legs high
and locked her heels behind his back.
"Oh, god, Mindy, that feels so good," he panted. "Oh, yes,
baby... yes! I'm going to come... yes... ahhhh... ahhh...
ARRRRGH!"
Johnny slammed his prick down into her and stayed there,
hunching and jerking.
"Yes, Johnny!" Mindy cried, "Give it to me, baby. Shoot
it! Come on, come in me!"
They were thrashing around on the mattress and had turned
at more of an angle to me. I could see Mindy's face, now, which
was what I had been waiting for. I decided I'd seen enough.
Checking the strobe to make sure it was fully charged, I
sighted through the camera lens. Using the telephoto, I framed
their writhing bodies from head to mid-thigh. I waited for the
right moment, until both faces were clearly shown, and tripped
the shutter. A bright flash of light shot through the garage.
They were stunned into immobility. Scrambling out of my
hiding place, I stood up and started clicking off more pictures.
Mindy shrieked, and Johnny said something wise like
"Whatthefuck!?"
I had to control my face to keep from laughing. Mindy had
shoved Johnny back and off her, and both of them were trying to
scramble into their clothes. Mindy got her shorts back on pretty
quickly and yanked up the tube top that was still around her
waist, but then she spotted her bra, picked it up and stuffed it
behind the mattress.
Meanwhile, Johnny couldn't seem to get his feet into his
jeans. He'd pulled one leg inside out when he'd taken them off.
When he did finally get a leg into his pants, he realized he was
about to put them on backwards and had to pull it out and start
over again. He did better on the second try, but, when he stood
up, he realized he was still wearing the rubber, which dangled
its sperm-filled tip and wobbled back and forth in mid-air.
Finally, he stuffed it inside his pant and began to fasten them.
I got most of it on film, popping another photo every time the
strobe re-charged.
While Johnny was pulling his t-shirt over his head, I set
the camera behind me on a table, stepped up close and sucker-
punched him right in the stomach. He dropped to the mattress
with a "whooof" and bent over his knees, gasping for breath.
Mindy looked at me with alarm as I moved toward her, but I just
bent over, picked up the torn foil from the rubber, and put it in
my pocket.
"Get out of here, Johnny," I said calmly. "I don't ever
want to see you again. Stay away from my sister. If you give me
any trouble at all, I'll see that you're arrested for rape."
Mindy started to protest, but I turned a cold eye on her
and cocked my head warningly; she thought better of it. Johnny
grabbed his shoes and socks, picked up his wallet, and shuffled
toward the door, still bent over. He crab-walked out the door
and was gone.
2 - Mindy Bribes Me
Mindy sat up on the bed, her arms wrapped around her knees,
and looked at me.
"Jeez, Willy, you scared the shit out of me," she said.
"What do you think you're doing, anyway?" Mindy had always been
a supporter of the "best defense is a good offense" school. But
I wasn't going to let her get away with it this time.
"Don't give me that crap, Mindy," I said. "I was there
because I was pretty sure what you were up to, and it looks like
I was right. What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Come on, Willy," she said, her tone somewhat less
righteous. "You act like I'm a kid. I know what I'm doing."
"You're only 15," I shot back. "What do think Mom and Dad
would do if I told them what you've been up to? You'd be
grounded forever."
"Oh, jeez, Willy," Mindy said, fear on her face, "you're
not going to tell Mom and Dad are you?"
I glared at her without saying anything.
"Please, Willy!" she begged. "They'd kill me!"
"Well..." I said, looking up as if I was thinking about
what to do.
Mindy was beginning to catch on.
"So, just what do I have to do to keep you from telling on
me?" she asked.
"You don't have to do anything," I said, "unless you want
to, that is. I think I'd rather tell Mom and Dad what's been
going on. I really should..."
"Come on, Willy," Mindy said, looking at me with a raised
eyebrow. "You don't really want to do that. Especially if I
make it worth your while."
"What do you have in mind?" I asked.
"Well..." Mindy hesitated. "How about if I suck your
dick?"
My heart fluttered, but I said "Well,... I don't know..."
"Come on, Willy," Mindy said, "you'll like it if I suck it.
Has anyone ever done that to you?"
I shook my head, unable to speak for a moment. I was going
to get the fabled blowjob. This was working out a lot better
than I had dared to hope.
As I said before, my experience to this point was pretty
limited. The closet session with Jeannie Zamole had been pretty
disgusting, since I was the sixth in line. The closet reeked of
sweat and sex by the time I entered. Jeannie was a chubby girl
and not very pretty. She was using sex in an attempt to be
popular, but her interest had pretty well been exhausted by the
time it was my turn.
She had wasted little time on preliminaries (not that I
needed them), pulling my rampant hard-on out of my pants in a
hurry and quickly guiding me between her legs and into her
sloppy, overflowing cunt. I had slipped -- almost fallen -- into
her and followed her instructions to "start bouncing" with such
dispatch that I had come in about 30 seconds, to the relief of
both of us. I had emerged from the closet only minutes after I
had entered, and there had certainly been no preliminaries or
follow-up petting.
Other than that, I had a lot more fantasy experience than
real life. I had seen a blowjob in the fuck video at my friends,
but none of the girls I had fingered had done anything more than
stroke me from the outside of my pants. No live girl's mouth had
ever been near my penis, which was straining my pants now.
"Come on over here," Mindy said, reaching out a hand to me.
"I can fix that problem."
Dumbly, I reached out to take her hand. Using it for
leverage, Mindy pulled me closer and swung her feet off the
mattress and onto the floor. With her other hand, she reached up
and stroked the front of my shorts.
"Hmmm," Mindy said, "that feels interesting. Let's see
what you've got in there." Using one hand to pull the elastic
waist of my shorts forward, she slid the other hand into the top
and wrapped her fingers around my prick. Her fingers were warm
and slightly moist. My cock jumped at her touch and swelled in
her grasp. "Oooh," Mindy cooed, "you've got a nice one. Big and
fat!"
She pulled down on the waistband and popped my dingus out
into view. Using it like a joystick, Mindy steered me backward a
little and slid off the mattress onto her knees. Letting go for
a moment, she grabbed my shorts and tugged them down to mid-
thigh. Then she took hold of my cock again and, pressing it up
against my stomach, stuck out her tongue and licked up the
underside like it was a big lollipop. A chill ran up my spine as
her warm, wet tongue slid over my sensitive skin.
Then, wrapping her hand around the base, Mindy pulled down
until my cock stuck straight out. She moved her face up close
enough that I could feel her breath. Looking up right into my
eyes, she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the head
of my dick.
Mindy sucked on the head for a while, then waggled her
tongue back and forth underneath it. The intense stimulation
made me gasp. Slowly, Mindy pushed her head forward. I watched
my prick disappear as it slid between her lips, savoring the
tight, wet, clasping grip of her mouth.
Mindy got about two-thirds of it into her before she had to
stop. Then she reversed her direction, pulling her head back and
dragging my cock over her tongue. Mindy began bobbing her head
back and forth, alternately pushing forward to suck my tool into
her mouth and pulling back to slide it out.
It was the most incredible thing I'd ever felt. My cock
jerked and swelled between Mindy's lips. Part of the thrill was
that it was my little sister's mouth I was sliding my prick in
and out of. I reached down and cupped one of her firm tits,
feeling the nipple press against my palm through the fabric. I
thought about sticking my hand down into the top to feel her
naked breast but chickened out. I could feel my balls pulling
up, as if straining to get closer to my sister's warm, sucking
mouth.
I had jacked off to a fantasy of fucking Mindy once, and it
had been a strangely thrilling and exciting experience. In my
fantasy, I had caught Mindy in the bathroom, just emerging from a
shower. We had looked at each other and had immediately become
inflamed with urgent desire (of course). I pulled off the towel
she had wrapped around her body, and she had pressed her still
wet body against me, her hands quickly opening my pants and
pulling out my cock. In a flash (my cum was already rising), I
was sitting on the toilet seat and she was straddled over me,
bouncing up and down on my stiff prick. Moments later, I shot my
load up into her pussy to her cries of passion.
I was troubled by the fantasy without quite knowing why.
It just didn't seem right to jack off to daydreams of my sister.
Although I couldn't help noticing her increasingly sexy teenage
bod, there were plenty of other girls to occupy my fantasies. I
looked at Mindy and secretly gloated over her charms, but my
jackoff sessions focused on other targets of my insatiable lust.
Now, here she was, sliding her lips along my rampant erection.
Once I was thoroughly wet, Mindy shifted her grip from the
base of my cock to the shaft and began sliding her hand up and
down my dick, jacking me off into her mouth. Sometimes she moved
her hand in the opposite direction, pushing her hand toward my
stomach as she drew her head back, then pulling forward as she
drove her head in to swallow me again. Other times, Mindy moved
her hand along with her mouth, making it into an extension of her
nibbling, sucking oral cavity. She would also twist her hand,
rotating it around the shaft and adding a delightful and
different additional friction.
It didn't take very much of this before I began to feel the
first tingles of my impending come deep in my middle.
"Oh, god, Mindy," I gasped, "that feels great. Ooh, suck
it, Sis. You're gonna make me come."
Mindy sensed my excited state and began to move faster,
whipping her head back and forth on me. Her fingers, wrapped
tightly around my prick, flew up and down on the shaft, twice as
fast as she could suck on me with her mouth.
She seemed eager to get it, to actually want me to shoot my
spunk into her face. Mindy was moaning deep in her throat,
sending incredible vibrations down my cock, and making little
whining gasps for air. She wrapped her other hand around it,
too. I was pumping my hips back and forth, making my prick shoot
in and out of my sister's clasping grip and sucking mouth.
"Oh... oh... oh, yes..." I groaned. "Oh, I'm gonna come,
Mindy! Here it is... here it is... AHHHHHRGH!"
The cum jetted out of me, spurting out in shot after shot,
racing out of my balls and through my cock into Mindy's eager,
sucking mouth.
"UMMMMMM! UMMMMM!" Mindy cried as she drank my cum. Some
of it leaked out around the corners of her lips and spread along
the shaft, making it even more slippery. Her flying hand milked
at me, squeezing my cock as she pulled down it toward her
grasping lips. I heard and felt Mindy swallow convulsively
several times as she gulped down my cum and sucked harder to get
it all.
My knees almost buckled under me, but I managed to stay on
my feet. Mindy's mouth, which was still sucking gently and
tonguing my deflating cock, felt too good to pull away from.
Shocks of pleasure that were just short of pain still shot
through me every time she rasped her tongue under the
excruciatingly sensitive glans.
I would have stood there forever, I guess, but Mindy
finally pulled back and let my prick flop out of her mouth. She
looked up at me and ran her tongue all around her lips, gather up
the residue of my cum. She ran a finger up one side of her chin
to collect a dribble that had run down from the corner of her
mouth, then licked her finger. She swallowed several times,
getting the last of it.
"Wow, Sis," I said, "that was great!"
"Yeah," Mindy said, "I kind of liked it myself. You really
shot a loadfull." Beneath the tubetop, I could see her hard
little nipples poking out against the fabric.
I felt stupid standing their with my limp dick dangling
between us, so I pulled up my shorts. Mindy gave the front of my
pants a pat, then stood up. She moved in close to me, close
enough to kiss, and looked up at me.
"So," Mindy said, "you're not gonna tell Mom and Dad, are
you?"
"Naw," I said, "I guess not."
I stood there awkwardly for a moment. What I wanted to do
was grab Mindy and give her a passionate kiss, but I wasn't sure
if I should, and the moment passed. I turned away and walked
over to get my camera. I had exposed eight pictures. (They had
exposed themselves.)
"What are you going to do with that?" Mindy asked.
"I don't know," I said, although I had already planned to save
the film until school started and I could get access to the photo
lab again.
"You wouldn't be crazy enough to send them in, would you?"
she said. "They look at the pictures, you know."
"They're black-and-white," I told her. "I though maybe I
could develop them at school."
"You wouldn't consider giving the film to me?"
"I don't think so," I said. "I want to make sure Johnny
doesn't come back again. This is some insurance."
Mindy walked back over to the mattress and sat down. She
watched me for a while without saying anything.
"I don't care about Johnny," she said after a while. "He
was just handy. I wanted someone to make it with, and he just
happened to be in the right spot at the right time."
I thought about that for a moment.
"Was he the first?" I asked. Mindy laughed.
"No," she said, "not even close." She rolled her eyes up,
thinking. "The fifth... no, sixth."
My eyes bugged. "You're kidding!"
"No, big brother, I'm not kidding," Mindy said.
I staggered over to the mattress and sat down on the
corner.
"Jesus, Mindy! This summer?"
"Try again, Willy," she said, a self-satisfied grin on her
face. "Last summer was the first. Two last summer, three during
school, and then Johnny. Surprised?"
"God, yes," I admitted. "I had no idea."
"You still wouldn't if we hadn't got careless." She looked
at me speculatively. "Did you hear us on the phone?"
I nodded my head.
"I thought so. I saw you go by, and wondered..." Mindy
leaned back on the mattress. Something about the change of
position must have jogged her memory, because she looked down at
her chest, then looked behind the mattress. She reached down and
pulled out her bra. "Oops!"
I expect I blushed, because seeing her bra made me realize
that her tits were bare under her tubetop.
"Turn around," Mindy said. "I gotta put this thing back
on."
I swiveled around and faced out into the garage. Mindy
rustled and bounced around as she put herself back together. I
could almost follow her progress through the stages of getting
those pert, young titties back in harness.
"So," Mindy said while she continued to adjust things, "how
many girls have you had?"
"Not as many as you," I said, my tone a little righteous.
"I haven't done any girls," Mindy shot back. "Not yet,
anyway."
I jerked my head around sharply, forgetting I wasn't
supposed to be looking. Mindy was adjusting the tubetop. She
was also grinning.
"Just kidding," she said. "You can turn around now."
I swiveled back to face her and tried unsuccessfully to
keep my eyes from straying down to her chest. The bra gave her a
firmer outline and also made her tits look a little bigger, I
thought. Her nipples were no longer visible through the fabric.
"Seriously," Mindy said, "how many?"
"Two," I said, counting Rosy Five-Fingers as one.
Mindy grinned at me, making me blush again.
"It's harder for guys," she said. "You have to talk
somebody into it. For a girl, all you have to be is willing, at
least if you're half way attractive." Mindy paused. "Do you
think I'm attractive?"
"At least half way," I said, smiling. She punched me on
the arm. "Okay," I said, "maybe three-quarters."
Mindy wouldn't tell me who her other five partners had
been, so I didn't have to tell about mine or invent a lie for the
second one. She said the first time hadn't been as much fun as
she had expected -- it hurt and the guy was as inexperienced as
she was -- but that things had gotten better the second time when
she intentionally picked an older boy who knew what he was doing.
I admitted that my first time had been just slightly better
than not doing it at all, too, and vaguely described the
circumstances. Mindy said she'd once had two guys on the same
day, but separately. She also told me that she wasn't afraid of
getting pregnant because she was on the pill, but that she made
Johnny wear a rubber because she didn't trust whoever else he
might be having sex with.
All this talk about sex was getting me going again. I
sneaked a look at my watch, trying not to be too obvious, but
Mindy saw my glance anyway. It was almost five o'clock -- too
risky to start anything. My sister seemed to know what I was
thinking but said nothing, just gave me a funny smile.
We talked for a while longer about this and that, then
agreed we should get back to the house before anyone came home.
I stood up and helped Mindy to her feet. As we left the garage,
I held the door to let her go first, touching her on the shoulder
as she went by. She looked back at me with that enigmatic smile
again, then led the way to the house. I followed behind,
watching hers.
3 - At the End of the Trail
Nothing much happened for a couple of days after the
session with Mindy in the garage. I couldn't help watching her
all the time, though. Every time I saw her face, I remembered
how she looked with my prick between her lips, especially the way
she had looked up at me, clearly delighting in the feel of my rod
in her mouth and the pleasure she was giving me.
I sneaked looks at her firm, teenage tits and remembered
how it had felt to touch them. I looked at her legs and
remembered how she had wrapped them around Johnny Simms, and I
imagined how it would feel to have them wrapped around me. I
looked at her crotch, especially when Mindy wore the tight shorts
she favored, and daydreamed of the treasure that her plump mound
concealed. I remembered how she had sighed when Johnny sank his
cock into her, and the moans she had made when he pumped in and
out of her pussy.
In short, I went around with an almost perpetual hard-on
whenever Mindy was near and a good deal of rest of the time.
This meant turning my back to her or leaving the room a lot. I
jacked off furiously in the bathroom Thursday night, imagining
Mindy with me on the mattress in the garage, which relieved the
pressure somewhat.
Sometimes I would catch her looking at me, usually with
that same enigmatic smile. I didn't know what to make of that
smile. There was a tension in the air between us. I kept trying
to think of a way to make a move on her. At the same time, I was
disturbed by the thought of banging my own sister. But I wanted
to. Oh, how I wanted to.
On Saturday, we all worked around the house -- Mom, Dad,
Mindy and I. After straightening our rooms, Mindy and I washed
both cars. We both changed to bathing suits for the chore. I
put on a pair of baggies and was glad I did, because Mindy wore
her bikini.
It was the smallest one our folks had ever permitted her to
have. The bottoms were cut high, making her legs look longer.
Her butt cheeks were only half-covered in back, and the front
dwindled to a narrow strip of fabric that barely covered her
pouting mound. The top was cut low enough to reveal the tops of
her breasts and the valley between them. It must have
incorporated a push-up bra, because Mindy's tits rode higher and
looked rounder than ever.
I couldn't get enough of looking at her, even though it was
driving me crazy. She knew it, too. I concealed my near
constant hard-on as best I could, but I saw her sneaking looks at
me several times.
While we were working on the cars, she kept finding excuses
to bump into me, touching hips or shoulders. She leaned down to
wring out a sponge in the wash bucket, which gave me quite a view
into her bikini top. And once, while we were washing to top of
Dad's car, she leaned against my back, pressing those tits
against my bare skin for several seconds before moving away. I
was pretty sure she was doing it intentionally.
When we were done, Mindy said she was sweaty and had soap
on her suit, and asked me to hold the hose for her while she
rinsed off. I held the hose above her head, and she turned
slowly under the cascading water, alternately presenting her
front and then her back to me. I got a good eyeful. At one
point, she faced me, pulling her shoulders back and sticking
those marvelous tits out right at me, letting the water strike
her just at the base of her neck and flow down over them. I
wanted desperately to grab her, especially when she caught me
looking and gave me a foxy wink.
We laid around on the back patio for an hour after that,
letting the sun warm us and dry us off. We chatted for a while,
then Mindy read one of her magazines. She lay on the lounger,
shifting position occasionally to expose a different part of her
to the sun. In the process, she exposed different parts of
herself to my covert gaze over the detective novel I was reading.
That afternoon, Mindy went shopping with Mom. Dad and I
took care of a couple of minor chores, then split up. He went
into the garage to putter around, leaving me on my own. I was
worked up and couldn't get interested in anything. It was all I
could do not to run up to my room and jack off again. Every time
I thought about my sister, my cock jerked to attention.
I was supposed to have a date that evening with Susie
Recendez, but she called about two o'clock to say that she was
sick. I was suspicious that she was giving me a brush-off at
first, but then she started coughing and couldn't stop, which
convinced me.
Once I knew she wasn't dumping me, I was just as glad Susie
had called it off. I knew I wasn't going to get anywhere with
her in the foreseeable future. And Mindy had me so hot and
bothered that I needed something more than a polite goodnight
kiss.
At dinner, when Mom found out I wasn't going out after all,
she asked if I minded staying home with Mindy. Mrs. Wharton, it
seemed was very ill, and Mom had been thinking about visiting her
anyway. Dad was going to be gone, as usual on Saturday nights.
Mindy, as always, complained that she wasn't a baby anymore, and
she didn't need me to babysit her. Somewhere in there, she
managed to wink in my direction, so I griped a little myself
before agreeing that I would stay home with her.
Mom left a little before 7 p.m. with a promise that she'd
be back not later than 10. I grumped a little and walked her to
the back door with a sour look on my face, trying not to overact.
Mom thanked me for staying with Mindy, saying she really
appreciated it. Then she got in her car and backed out of the
drive.
I walked back through the kitchen and dining room. There
was no sign of Mindy there or in the living room. I went back to
the den but the television was off and the room was dark except
for the lamp in the corner.
I wandered back into the living room and was about to sit
down when I glanced over toward the stairs. One of Mindy's
tennis shoes was on the third step, just before it turned. I
wandered over idly. Around the bend in the stairs, up another
couple of steps, was a sock. Then another shoe. Then another
sock. Almost at the top, I could see the pale blue shorts she
had been wearing.
I went up the stairs, gathering articles of clothing as I
climbed. When I reached the top, I could see the t-shirt Mindy
had been wearing on the floor about halfway down the hall to her
room. I walked down the hall and picked it up. Min's door was
pushed to but not closed. I could see the strap of her brassiere
poking out and light coming out through the crack. I knocked on
her door.
"Who is it?" Mindy asked.
"Who do you think?" I said.
"Oh," she said, casually. "Come on in."
Since my hands were full of clothes, I bumped the door open
with my shoulder and bent down to pick up the bra and add it to
my pile. Then I looked up. Mindy was in bed, under the covers,
with the sheet pulled up under her arms. Her panties were on the
floor in the middle of the room. She was smiling widely.
"Are you sure you aren't the maid?" she laughed.
"What the hell do you think you're doing," I asked, tossing
her clothes onto a chair. "What if Mom had come back?"
"Oh, don't be such a wart, Willy," Mindy said. "She didn't
come back, did she?"
"No," I admitted.
"Then why don't you come over here and talk to me before
she does?"
I felt pretty confused as I walked over to Mindy's bed. I
was pretty sure that she was naked under the sheet. Hell, she'd
gone out of her way to make sure I knew. When I got closer, I
could see that the nipples on her firm, young breasts were poking
the sheet from underneath. What did Mindy have in mind? I
couldn't think straight.
"Don't just stand there staring," she said. "Sit down." I
sat.
Neither of us said anything for a long minute. Mindy
seemed quite content to lie there, letting me squirm. I was
trying frantically to think of something cool to say, but my
brain had taken the evening off.
"Um..." I said. Then I said it again. "Um..."
Mindy just smiled at me.
"Uh... what's going on?" I finally asked.
"Well, not much," Mindy said. "Not yet anyway. But I have
hopes."
"What do you mean?"
"Gee, Willy, what do you want me to do?" Mindy said, with a
touch of exasperation. "Should I get a marker and draw a big
circle on the sheet? Take a hint, guy!"
"Is something wrong?" I asked stupidly.
"Well, yeah, something's wrong," Mindy said. "You chased
Johnny away, and now I'm left without anybody."
"Well... You mean...? I mean..." I might have gone on
like that for quite some time, but Mindy cut me off.
"Hey, Willy, I know big brother may not approve, but I like
sex. It was my idea, not Johnny's, you know." She looked at me
sharply. "And now Johnny is spreading the word that you don't
like anyone messing around with your little sister, and
everybody's afraid to go out with me."
"So what?" I said. "You're too young to be fooling around
like that."
"I seem to remember that you helped me fool around without
any problems," Mindy shot back. "The way I see it, you messed
things up for me, and it's up to you to fix it."
"What do you want me to do," I asked, "set you up with
somebody? Find some guy to screw my own sister?"
"No," Mindy said, pushing the sheet down to her waist.
"That wasn't what I had in mind."
Just as I had suspected. Mindy was naked under the sheet,
at least as far as I could see. Her small, firm tits stuck up
from her chest, only slightly flattened by her position. The
dark-rose nipples on the end of them poked out like little
erasers. I was frozen in place. I didn't know what to do.
"C'mere," Mindy said. "Kiss me."
I couldn't think or speak, but I could move. I put a hand
on the other side of her and leaned down, bringing our faces
close together. As I got close, Mindy closed her eyes and raised
her lips to meet mine.
That first kiss was electric. I had kissed other girls, of
course, but nothing had ever felt quite like this. Mindy's lips
were soft and warm and eager. Her tongue darted out and licked
my lips, then she opened her mouth, inviting my tongue in,
welcoming it, licking it inside her mouth.
I collapsed across her chest and was startled by the touch
of her naked breasts, which I had momentarily forgotten, through
my t-shirt. I could feel the soft mounds against my chest and
the pebble-like nipples poking me. Mindy raised her arms and
wrapped them around my neck.
One kiss blended into the next. Soon both of us were
breathing hard. I forced my lips against Mindy's, thrusting my
tongue deep into her welcoming mouth. She moaned and writhed
against my chest, rubbing her tits into me.
I slid a hand between us and cupped a tit, squeezing it,
kneading it, taking the bud of her nipple in my fingers and
pulling and twisting it. Mindy pushed up against me, pressing
her breast into my hand.
After a while of this, Mindy broke away from our continuous
kisses, panting for a moment.
"C'mon, Willy," she said, "get naked. I want you to fuck
me."
I sat up and pulled my t-shirt over my head while kicking
off my sandals. Rising up slightly, I pushed my shorts and
underwear down over my hips and off my legs. Mindy kicked the
sheets down, exposing her pussy to me as she worked them down and
off her feet.
I slipped a hand between her legs and pressed my fingers
against her cunt. Mindy arched her back and pushed it up against
my hand, spreading her knees wider to give me open access. Her
pussy was slick with her juices, and it was easy to slip a finger
between the lips and slide my finger into her.
"Ooooh," Mindy said, "that's the spot!" She rolled her
hips and shoved upward, encouraging me to press my finger deeper
into her. I was glad to oblige. I probed into her cunt with my
middle finger, thrashing around in the wet, warm, slippery
insides of her fucktube.
After a bit of this, Mindy moved both of her hands down to
mine and pulled my finger most of the way out, directing it
upward to her clit, which I knew about but was still unclear as
to exactly where it was located. With her guidance, however, I
soon found the little bump at the top of her notch. I rubbed
back and forth and around and around on it, at first with Mindy's
guidance, then on my own.
When she let go of my hand, Mindy moved her own to wrap
them around my prick, which was sticking out between us. The
feel of her hot, damp palm wrapped around me was almost more than
I could stand. She pulled and pushed up and down on it
insistently, almost frantically. I thought I was going to shoot
it right away.
"Oh, jeez, Mindy," I panted, "don't make me come yet."
She slowed down immediately, changing to a slow, sensuous
stroke that let me come back from the edge. But it was still one
of the most wonderful things I had ever felt. Her clutching
fingers slid up and down the shaft of my cock, squeezing me tight
at one moment, so that the loose skin slid over the firm, blood-
engorged muscle underneath, then relaxing to slip lightly over
the skin, tickling and teasing me.
"I'm close, too, Willy," Mindy breathed. "I'm so horny. I
want to fuck. I think I could come right now. I want you to put
it in me, Willy. I want you to push your prick all the way in my
pussy and fuck the shit out of me."
Holding onto my cock, she pulled me toward her middle,
dropping her closer knee flat against the bed and urging me to
move between her legs. I rolled onto her, raising up on my hands
and knees so that my prick stuck out between us.
Mindy still had her hands wrapped around me, and used them
to point the head of my dick at her notch. As she guided me, I
slowly let my weight down and pushed my hips forward. I felt the
tip of my cock brush the wiry hair above her pussy, then slide
between the lips near the top. Mindy pushed down and raised her
hips to align her opening with my descending prick. I felt the
head of it move deeper, felt it nudge into the opening of her
channel.
Once I seemed securely started, Mindy let go of my cock and
moved her hands to my butt. Pulling inward and pushing up with
her hips, she helped me force my prick into the tight passage,
her legs spread as wide as possible to give me maximum access. I
pushed an inch or so deeper, pulled back a little, then pressed
forward again and sank about half of my cock in her.
I had fantasized about this moment so many times that it
was hard to believe it was actually happening. My prick was
slowly burrowing into Mindy's cunt. Her firm tits, which I
couldn't help staring at whenever she was around, were naked and
pressing against my chest, her nipples brushing against me. But
the warm clasp of her pussy around my cock was all I could really
think about.
"Oh, god, Willy, that feels so good," Mindy sighed. "Oh...
oh... get it all the way in... that's right... that's right...
more... push it in deeper... Come on, give it to me. Feed it to
me. Fuck me!"
This was nothing like my furtive closet fuck with Jeannie
Zamole. Mindy's pussy was not sloppy and smelly -- it was tight
and warm and just slippery enough that I could work my swelling
cock into it. Her body beneath me was not fat and sweaty but
lithe and sensuous and eager and determined to get my prick into
it as deeply as possible.
I looked down between us and saw where our bodies were
joined -- Mindy's widespread thighs wrapped around mine and the
pole of my cock half buried in her love nest. As I watched, I
pushed forward and saw my prick slide the rest of the way into
her. Mindy clutched her legs around mine and thrust her hips up
to meet me. The soft mound just above her slot touched mine. I
felt the lips of her pussy around the base of my cock. I was all
the way in her.
"Jeez, Willy, yes!" Mindy moaned. "Oh, I can't tell you
how good that feels. I've been thinking about fucking you all
week. I wanted this..." she said, pushing her hips up to
emphasize what she meant. "I wanted you to put it in me and fuck
me silly."
I wanted to do just that, to bang away as hard and as fast
as I could, shoving my cock into her pussy again and again until
I spurted. But some instinct told me not to rush, to take it
slow and easy. I began instead to withdraw my prick gradually,
pulling back until just the tip was still between her pussy lips,
and then slowly, sensuously, driving it back into her depths.
Mindy matched my rhythm, pushing up to meet my descending
thrusts and relaxing back as I withdrew, only to push up again to
meet me and grind her pelvis against my pubic bone. She took
deep, sighing breaths, moaning faintly each time she exhaled.
We kept that up for a while, joining efforts to slide my
prick in and out of her pussy. Her breathing became increasingly
ragged, accompanied by shudders that would run from her shoulders
down her backbone until they shook her hips and made my cock
vibrate inside her. Mindy had her arms around my neck and down
my back. Her fingernails clawed at me, not hard enough to break
the skin, but hard enough to make me worry.
"Yessss..." she hissed, "fuck me... fuck me... Oh, Willy,
that feels so good. Do you like it? Do you like my pussy?"
"God, yes," I gasped. "I can't believe how good it feels.
Oh god, Mindy, I've wanted to do this... I've dreamed about
this... I couldn't help it."
"Me, too, Willy," Mindy cried. "I've been dreaming of
fucking you ever since the first time I did it. I screwed those
other guys so I wouldn't be tempted. But all along, it was you.
I imagined it was you when they did it to me. I imagined it was
your cock that was in me. I wanted you to do it to me."
I pressed myself against Mindy's lithe body, driving my
prick into her pussy. She twisted under me, jerking her hips
spasmodically. She was panting hard now, moaning deep in her
throat each time our middles pressed together and my cock was
driven all the way into her.
"Oh, yes, baby, yes!" Mindy gasped through clenched teeth.
"You're gonna make me do it. Uhhhh! Uhhhh! Uhhhh! Oh, god,
Willy, I'm gonna come... I'm gonna come... I'm cummmmming!"
Mindy seemed to lose control of her body for a moment. Her
arms clutched around my neck desperately, as if holding on for
safety, while her hips jerked and snapped and shook. She gave a
long cry, almost a howl, and rapidly whipped her hips up and
down, making my cock jump inside her.
That was all I needed to push me over the edge, too.
"Ohmigod, Mindy. Yessss! Me, too! I'm coming, too!
Take it! Take it! Arrrrrrrgh!" Jets of cum shot out of my
balls, raced up through the barrel of my cock and spurted into
Mindy's writhing body. She felt it pulse inside her and pushed
her cunt up against me, taking my cock all the way in.
"Yes!" she shouted. "Give it to me, baby. Shoot it!
That's it. Shoot your cum in my pussy. Yes! That's it! Come in
me, baby!"
I collapsed on top of Mindy as if all my bones had turned
to mush. For a moment, I could do nothing but lay there. When I
finally came back to reality, I kissed her neck and then,
recovering somewhat more, her cheek and forehead and eyes and
lips. She kissed me back passionately.
"Jesus!" she said. "I wanted to do that for so long."
"Well, I wish you'd told me," I said. "I've jerked off
over you so many times I've lost count."
"I wondered sometimes, when I would catch you looking at
me," Mindy said, "but it's one thing to fantasize and another to
do it. I mean, once you've fucked your brother, there's no way
to turn back, no way to un-fuck him."
"Well, now you've fucked me," I said. "Are you sorry?"
"No way," Mindy said, grinning. "In fact, I plan to do it
again as soon as possible."
I slid my cock in and out of her pussy for a while, not
saying anything. Mindy responded by rolling her hips around and
around. I could feel my prick start to stiffen again.
"Is now too soon?" I asked.
"No way," Mindy said again. "I was hoping..."
4 - Bathroom Bonk
After that, Mindy and I fucked as often as we could,
including a number of times when we really shouldn't have taken
the chance. We were both horny as hell and ready to go at a
moment's notice. I screwed her in my bed one Saturday night
after I came home from a date. She sucked me off in the garage
again while Mom was fixing dinner and Dad was expected home any
minute.
She taught me to lick and suck her, too, and I quickly got
to like it after some initial misgivings. One Sunday, while Mom
and Dad were visiting friends, we spent almost the entire
afternoon in bed sucking each other, either taking turns making
the other come or sixty-nining each other at the same time.
Another time, a Saturday, Mom and Dad had left us at home
to get ready for a birthday party at our Aunt's house while they
went shopping for a gift. Mindy and I flipped a coin to see who
got the shower first, and I won.
I had my head under the shower, washing shampoo out of my
hair, when I head the shower door slide open behind me. I looked
back over my shoulder, and there was Mindy, naked, slipping into
the shower with me.
"I've always wanted to do this," she said with a grin.
While I finished rinsing my hair, Mindy moved up behind me
and began to rub her body against mine. I could feel her tits,
slick with soap, sliding across my back, her pert nipples erect
and drawing lines across my skin. I could also feel her wiry
bush against my ass. My prick sprang to full attention like a
soldier saluting.
I twisted around in Mindy's arms, bringing our chests
together, and gave her a deep soul kiss. While our tongues
played, I slowly turned her around until her back was to the
shower head and water was cascading down over us both. I rotated
her in the stream of water, getting her wet all over, then picked
up the soap and began to slide it across her chest, around and
over her tits, and down across her stomach. I started to slide
it between her legs, but she stopped me.
"Wait," Mindy said, "let me wash your chest."
She had a great method for doing so. Mindy took the bar of
soap from my hands and lathered up her own front, running her
hands over her own tits, cupping each one and squeezing it,
letting her fingers slip over them out to the hard little nipples
that were poking out and demanding attention. I watched,
enjoying the show of Mindy playing with herself.
Then she set the soap aside and hugged me, pressing our
breasts together. She began to roll her shoulders and slide her
chest up and around and down, almost dancing against me. The
slippery, sensuous feel of her tits gliding across my chest was
sexy as hell. I put my hands on her hips, pulling her middle
against me, but leaving her top free so she could "wash" me.
After a while of this, I turned Mindy around with my back
to the shower and her back to me. Picking up the soap, I reached
around her and indulged myself in washing her from the neck down
again, sliding my hands all over her, cupping and squeezing her
breasts gently. Then, once again, I began to move the soap down
her body.
As I crossed her stomach, I avoided her middle, instead
sliding the soap down the top of each thigh in turn, reaching as
low as I could. I also brought my hands around between us, first
the left and then the right, running the soap bar over the cheeks
of her ass. I moved my hands back around to the front again and
let my hands slide over her stomach and down along the insides of
her thighs. Mindy leaned back against me, rolling her shoulders
in a slow, slippery rhythm, letting me play with her.
There was soap all over her front, and I set the bar in the
tray and continued to run my hands over her front. Gradually, I
moved my hands inward, sliding a hand up from as low as I could
reach, between her thighs, to the point where her legs joined her
torso. But I avoided actually touching her pussy, instead
letting my fingers trail around the outside, up and over and down
again. Mindy moved her feet as wide as possible in the tub,
opening her thighs to give me freer access.
"Ummmm," she murmured, "that feels so good, Willy." She
was leaning back against me, eyes closed. She moved her hips
back and forth and around in circles. I could feel the muscles
of her ass ripple, tightening and relaxing, as she moved. Both
of us were covered with soap, and her butt cheeks slid around
against my pelvis. My erect cock was pressed downward, and it
slid up and down in the crack of her ass as she moved against me.
Finally, I moved my fingers over her pussy, cupping them
over her sex and moving lightly up and down. Gradually, I pushed
my middle finger a little deeper, so that it slipped between the
lips of her cunt and slid back and forth through her slot. Mindy
began to rock back and forth, which not only helped me stroke her
pussy but also made my cock slide back and forth in her crack.
I moved my middle fingertip up to the top of her notch and
began to run it lightly around and around, circling her clit,
touching it gently, making it wobble under the light pressure of
my finger. Mindy moaned and thrust her hips forward, spreading
her thighs as wide as her position allowed, encouraging and
welcoming my touch.
She was getting pretty excited by all this, and I thought
for a while that she was going to abandon herself to the feeling,
letting me stroke her to a climax. But after a while, just as
her moans were becoming almost continuous, she pushed away from
me suddenly, as if she had had to gather her strength to break
away. She stepped forward, out of reach, and turned to face me.
"Whew!" Mindy said, obviously collecting herself. After a
few deep breaths, she looked up and said, "Now it's my turn to
wash you."
My cock was sticking out like a crowbar between us, so
stiff that the tip was higher than where it joined my body.
Mindy reached behind me, got the soap bar from the tray, and
lathered up her hands. Then she put the soap back and wrapped
both of her palms around me.
Instead of jacking back and forth, Mindy began to run her
hands from the base of my cock out to the tip, over and over,
pulling one palm down and off the end just as her other hand
gripped me around the base and repeated the move. It was almost
like milking, and the slippery, warm grasp of her palm sliding
off over the sensitive head of my cock was very stimulating.
I began to rock my hips back and forth a little, fucking my
cock through her hands. Mindy kept it up for a while, then took
hold of my hips and turned me around to face the cascading water.
It soon rinsed me off, which Mindy made sure of by running her
hands all over me, from chest to knees, taking special care to
get all the soap off my cock.
When I was thoroughly rinsed, Mindy slipped around me,
moving me back a step and knelt down facing me. Cupping one hand
behind my ass, she used the other to jack me off for several
strokes. Then she leaned forward and took the head of my prick
into her mouth.
The stream of water from the shower poured down over
Mindy's head and shoulders. Eyes closed, she began to push her
head back and forth, dragging her tightly pressed lips up and
down my cock. When she pulled back, the water would arc over her
head and splash against my belly until she thrust forward again,
blocking the water and letting my prick slide into her mouth as
deep as she could take it. Her thumb and forefinger made a tight
ring around the base of my cock, constricting and holding it at
just the right angle for her eager, sucking mouth.
I couldn't take very much of that. It had been several
days since the last time we had fucked, and I could feel the
tingling start in my scrotum. After about a minute of Mindy's
oral work, I backed away, pulling my prick out of her mouth and
her grasp. I offered her a hand and helped her to her feet.
Then I turned her around, facing the shower head.
"Grab hold," I told Mindy. "I'm gonna fuck you right now."
Mindy reached up and took hold of the ledge that held soap
and shampoo bottles. I pulled her hips back toward me, and she
arched her back inward, thrusting her butt back toward me.
I grabbed my cock with one hand. With the other, I reached
around in front of Mindy and between her legs, which she spread
as widely as possible. Putting a finger on either side of her
pussy, I spread the lips of her fuck channel while I guided my
prick toward it with the other hand. Bending my knees slightly
and probing forward, I felt the opening and pushed forward with
my hips, seating my cock in the entrance of her cunt.
The water had washed the outer lips of Mindy's pussy free
of lubrication, and the head of my prick almost squeaked as it
worked its way in. A little farther in, however, there was
plenty of juice. It was obvious that my little sister was pretty
excited. After the initial resistance, my cock slid into her
easily, except for the friction around the opening.
"Oh, yesssss," Mindy hissed. "That's just exactly what I
wanted. Give it to me, Willy. Fuck it. Fuck my pussy hard."
I started jerking my hips back and forth, thrusting hard
into Mindy's cock tube and then pulling back and thrusting again.
Mindy pushed back against me, holding her butt firm against the
pounding of my pelvis against her soft cheeks.
But the position was awkward for both of us, however sexy
it was. Mindy's hands kept slipping off the ledge, which was
slick with water and soap, making it hard for her to keep her
balance. She tried shifting her grip to the shower head, but
that raised her head too high and made the angle of penetration
difficult.
Twice, my cock popped out of her pussy. Each time, the
cascading water washed off some of the lubrication, making it
harder to force my prick back up Mindy's tunnel. The second
time almost hurt, as I insisted on pressing it all the way in
against the tight friction of her mostly unlubricated pussy.
"Damn!" I cursed, when I popped out for the third time.
"This is fun, but it's too hard to keep it up. Let's get out."
We stepped out, quickly shutting off the water. I grabbed
a towel and tossed it to Mindy, then took one for myself. We
both rubbed our heads to get our hair partly dry, but before long
we were drying each other. I ran my towel over Mindy's torso and
down her legs, then turned her around and bent her over the
counter between the two sinks.
Her back was almost horizontal, which made for a much more
satisfactory position. Mindy spread her feet wide apart and
thrust her ass back toward me. Moving up behind her, I quickly
fed my cock into her notch and worked it into the depths of her
pussy. Mindy put her head down on folded arms and let me fuck
her, rocking back and forth slightly in time to my more forceful
thrusts. She moved one hand down between her legs and began to
stroke her clit. I grabbed her ass cheeks with my hands and
pulled them apart, exposing her asshole to view.
She must have been pretty worked up, because the
combination of my slamming, penetrating cock sliding in and out
of her cunt and the touch of her own fingers on her clit soon had
Mindy moaning and crying out.
"Unnhh... Unnhh... Yessssss... Do it, Willy! Oh, jeez!
Unnhh! Unnhh! Fuck it! Fuck me hard! Yessss! Just like
that, baby! Oh, push it in there! Fuck me! Give it to me!"
Mindy's little brown puckered asshole intrigued me. I
pressed one thumb against it and rolled it around and around.
She seemed to like that, thrusting her butt back and wriggling
her hips. I tried to push my thumb into her backdoor, but it was
too dry and Mindy winced forward.
I grabbed a plastic container of hand lotion from the sink
counter, one with a pump top, and squirted several gobs of the
cream into her ass crack. Setting the lotion down, I returned my
hand to her butthole. After spreading it around, I pressed in
with my thumb again. This time, the first joint slid past the
tightly-clenched pucker with minimal resistance. I pressed
harder, pushing my thumb in deeper and working it around and
around. Mindy moaned deeply and thrust her ass back at me,
encouraging me to stick my thumb all the way in her rear.
Suddenly, she started wheezing like an asthmatic and
moaning so loudly that it was almost a shout. "Ahhhh! Unnhh!
Oh, god! Yes! Unnhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" She jerked back and
forth, slamming her ass against my pelvis hard enough to cause
audible smacks as flesh met flesh.
I pushed my hips forward, trapping her thighs against the
counter and burying my cock to the hilt in her pussy. At the
same time, I rotated my wrist, making my thumb twist around in
her butt. Mindy had slid forward on the sink counter, her face
almost up against the mirror.
Mindy's come shook her. She jerked her hand out from
between her thighs and balled it into a fist beside her face.
Her hips shook and jerked. She let out a rising "Oooooooooooh!"
and then began crying inarticulately, over and over again as her
orgasm shot through her in electric jolts.
I hadn't come yet and, as Mindy slowed down, I wasn't
getting much closer. I'm not sure what came over me. I looked
down at my thumb up her asshole. Memories of having heard of
'cornholing' and 'buttfucking' leaped into my mind. The tight
pucker seemed looser and the lotion made it invitingly slippery.
Popping my thumb out her butt at the same time I pulled
back and slid my cock out of her pussy, I wrapped a hand around
my prick and guided the head up to Mindy's butthole. I pushed
forward, but the resistance was greater than I had expected,
especially since Mindy clenched her cheeks, tightened her anal
opening, and tried to shrink forward and away from my probing
pole. My cock ran into a wall and bent painfully.
"Ow! Stop!" Mindy cried. "That's the wrong place!"
I hesitated only a moment.
"No it isn't," I said. "I'm going to put my cock in there.
I'm gonna fuck your asshole, little sister."
"No!" Mindy protested, but there was something less than
complete rejection in her tone -- perhaps a hint of thrill, of
danger, of forbidden excitement. She tried to slide to one side
and get away from me, put I put a hand in the middle of her back
and pressed her against the counter.
"Yes, goddamnit!" I hissed. "Yes! I gonna do it. Hold
still, goddamnit."
Sliding my hand up just under the head of my prick, I
pressed forward again, centering the tip in her ass pucker. My
legs were spread wide, outside Mindy's thighs, trapping her in
front of me. The hand on her back pinned her down further.
Stiffening my cock with my hand, I hunched my hips forward again.
The tightly clenched rosette of her asshole suddenly bloomed
outward, and I saw the head of my dick push inside her.
"Ahhhhhh!" Mindy yelled. "Ow! Ow! Goddamnit, Willy, it
hurts! Take it out! Please! Pleeeeeeeease!"
I didn't take it out, but I stopped pressing forward. I
held my position with the bulge of my cockhead trapped inside
Mindy's tight asshole. She snapped her hips first to one side,
then the other, trying to dislodge me, but I stayed with her.
She couldn't move forward with her thighs pressed hard against
the sink counter, and she couldn't move backward without pressing
my prick deeper up her ass.
Mindy continued to whine for several moments, but the
initial pain of my partial penetration seemed to have eased. She
moved her hips back and forth a few more times, more to ease the
pressure than to try to rid her stretched anal opening of the fat
intruder that had taken incomplete possession of it.
When she stopped crying, Mindy took a deep and ragged
breath.
"That hurt like hell, Willy," she complained. "You're too
big!" But her actions belied her words. She moved her hips
again, this time experimentally, in a slow, rolling, twisting
motion, rather than in quick jerks that tried to get away.
"Umm... Ooooh... It's not so bad, now," she panted.
In response, I started pressing forward again. Looking
down between us, I saw another inch of my cock slide up her
asshole.
"Owwwwww!" Mindy yelped. She threw her head back, eyes
clenched shut, her mouth open in a grimace of pain. I stopped
again, but again kept my prick where it was. I was a couple of
inches up her butt, and there was no way she could get away from
me now. I was fiendishly, feverishly determined to get my cock
into her ass.
Once again, the pain of my penetration seemed to fade after
a few moments. Mindy relaxed her tense muscles. I felt the
tight ring of flesh that encircled my cock shaft ease slightly.
Slowly, millimeter by millimeter, I pushed forward again,
goosing my cock relentlessly up Mindy's butthole. She winced, as
if expecting another jolt of pain, but then seemed to realize it
wasn't hurting as much as it had.
"Oh, god, Willy, go slow!" she begged. "It's not so bad if
you go slow. Wait! Wait, please! Give me a second. Ahhhhh.
Okay. Okay. Real slow, now. Please. Oh, god! Oh, god! It
feels so big in there. My butt is so small and tight. Oh,
jesus, Willy. Go slow, honey. Ah! Ah! Easy!"
I was creeping in as slow as I could but, even so, a little
more than half of my prick was now up her ass. The feel was
incredible. It was similar, roughly, to sticking it in her
pussy, but much tighter and less slippery. Her asstube seemed to
clutch at my cock.
When Mindy drew a sharp breath and then whined, I stopped
pushing forward and slowly drew back until just the head was
still in her butt. Then I moved forward again, still slowly and
gradually. I reached the previous point of maximum penetration
and smoothly, minutely, slid past it and deeper. Mindy's fists
clenched tightly and she moaned, but she did not try to move
away. Indeed, she held her hips steady now, offering me a firm,
solid target.
I got all but an inch up her ass this time before stopping
and pulling back again. Mindy let out a deep breath that she had
been holding when I let up the inward pressure. I let her pant
for a moment before I began my relentless slide up her asshole
again.
Mindy made a strange, new sound, a high keening
"Eeeeeeeeee!" as I slowly forced my cock deeper and deeper up her
butthole, pressing forward into new territory. I felt and saw
the cheeks of her ass brush and then press against my stomach.
Moving my hands to her hips, I pulled back on them, slowly but
persistently, forcing her backward onto my thrusting cock,
burying it to the hilt in her ass.
"Arrrrgggh!" Mindy moaned. "Hold it! Please, Willy.
Don't move for a second. Just let me get used to it. Please!
Hold still for a moment."
I was happy to oblige, since I was enjoying the unique
pleasure of having my cock wrapped in an entirely new experience.
Mindy's tight anal tube twitched spasmodically every few moments,
increasing the already strong pressure that surround my cockshaft
in the tightest grip it had ever felt. I spread her asscheeks
with my thumbs and pressed forward as far as possible, holding my
prick buried all the way in her back channel.
After a while, Mindy relaxed. She began to roll her hips
around on my cock again. Her breathing was still ragged, but
now it was more passion than pain.
"Jesus, Willy, I never thought we'd do this! I mean... One
of the girls I know talked about it once, but we didn't believe
her. She said she liked it more this way than regular fucking,
especially because she couldn't get pills and didn't like
rubbers. I thought she was lying. But it feels good!"
Experimentally, I pulled back about half an inch, then
pressed all the way back up her asshole again.
"I think it's okay, now," Mindy panted. "Go slow, though.
Try it, Willy. Move back and forth a little. Pump me a little."
Tentatively, then with increasing confidence, I began to
slip my cock in and out of her ass channel. At first, I moved
just a little bit, slightly more than an inch back and forth.
Mindy held still at first, then gradually joined in, shifting
back and forth in harmony with my movements, tense with the fear
of pain, but slowly relaxing as her butt tube grew used to this
large invader.
I began to shove in and out of Mindy's ass with more
authority. She held still at first, holding firm to give me a
solid target to oppose my thrusts. She began to pant with
passion, and gradually her hips movements became more
uninhibited, more demanding, more open. Once again, she slipped
a hand under her stomach and into her snatch. She rubbed her
clit for several strokes, then reached back further and felt with
her fingers around her ass, briefly circling a thumb and finger
around the shaft, then cupping my balls and squeezing very
gently. She let go after a few moments and moved her hand back
to her notch, where she began rubbing her clit again in time to
my movements in and out of her butt.
I continued to slide in and out of Mindy's asshole,
gradually increasing the force of my movements. Soon, I was
snapping my hips forward to drive my cock all the way up her ass,
then dragging it back, only to plunge forward again. We were
both getting very hot and passionate. Mindy was making almost
continuous moaning sounds and had begun jamming her hips backward
to drive my prick deeper. Between her thighs, her hand was
rotating rapidly. She moaned, groaned and whimpered as I fucked
her ass with increasing vigor.
"Ohmigod, Willy, I don't believe how good that feels,"
Mindy gasped. "Does it feel good to you?"
"Are you kidding? It feels fucking incredible!" I told
her. "Your asshole is so tight. Squeeze me, sis. That's
right... Squeeze it like that... Oh, god, yessss!"
I hadn't expected to get Mindy off again. I really had no
thought about her at all when I had decided to jam my cock up her
ass. It was purely for me. I hadn't come yet, and the
temptation of her exposed anal pucker had just been too much to
deny. But I could tell that the combination of her flying
fingers and my deep butt probes had Mindy going again. She was
whimpering almost continuously, giving out little grunts of
passion each time I plunged my cock into the depths of her
asshole.
"Your ass is so sexy, sis," I told her, knowing that I was
getting closer, too. "You should see it. Your cheeks are spread
wide, especially when I push all the way in like this..." I
shoved my cock in all the way and, holding her against me by her
hipbones, ground my pelvis around, making my cock rotate deep
inside her. Mindy groaned with pleasure. She clutched her fists
and pounded them on the sink counter.
"Oh, jeez, Willy, you're gonna make me come again," she
cried, and, almost before she got it out, began to buck and jerk
as her orgasm bolted through her. "Ahhhhhhhhhh, GOD! Oh yessss!
It's so good! I don't believe it! Ram me, Willy! Ram your cock
up my butt! Doitdoitdoit! Oooh! Oooh! Arrgghhhhhh!"
It was way too much for me. I looked down at my cock,
jerked my hips back and slammed it home, slapping against her
soft ass cheeks. The obscene sight of my rampant bone plunging
into her butthole while Mindy cried and jerked and shuddered in
the throes of her second orgasm sent me plummeting over the edge.
I felt the cum boil out of my balls and gush into her spasming
asstube. I slammed my prick in and out twice more, then buried
it to the hilt, jamming it all the way up her butt, yanking Mindy
back onto it as the last jets spurted deep into her back tunnel.
I fell across Mindy's back, keeping my cock deep in her
backside. We lay that way for a while, with Mindy rolling her
hips occasionally to work my prick inside her. I kissed her back
and the back of her neck and nuzzled her ear.
When I had caught my breath, I pushed my upper body erect,
keeping my hips pressed against her ass and my cock deep in her
butt. Slipping my hands under her arms, I lifted up on her
shoulders. Mindy came up easily and I pulled her back to lean
against me.
We were facing the mirror, Mindy in front of me, my head
behind and beside hers. I wrapped one arm around her chest just
under her tits and held her back against me. I slid my other
hand between her legs and let my middle finger slip back and
forth through her slot. Pressing back against her pubic mound, I
drove her ass back against me, forcing my cock as deep as
possible into her ass.
"Well, that was something different," I said. "Did you
like it?"
"Yeah," Mindy admitted, "although I never thought I would.
But it was really sexy." She squeezed my prick with her asstube.
"Still is."
She leaned against me for a while, rotating her hips to
enjoy the feel of my cock in her butt. I stayed in her as long
as possible, but gradually my prick became limp and popped out.
Mindy trapped it between her asscheeks and pressed back against
me.
"Well," I said, "I think I need a shower again."
"Me, too," Mindy admitted. "But I think I'll wait until
you're done or I'll never get cleaned up."
I turned her around for another kiss, then started the
shower again and climbed in. Mindy pulled on a light robe and
left. She came back after I finished my shower and we traded
places. By the time Mom and Dad got back from their shopping
trip, we were down in the rec room watching television. Our
innocent, freshly-scrubbed faces showed no signs of our recent
activities.
5 - A Bird in the Bush
The next opportunity Mindy and I had for sex didn't turn
out the way I expected.
We had arranged to meet at the park, each leaving
separately with different explanations of where we were going and
when we would be back. I had said I was "going to shoot some
hoops" at the park, and Mindy was going shopping at the mall with
her friend, Crystal. Instead, we met at the playground.
There was a place I had discovered where a cluster of
bushes concealed an open space big enough for two but invisible
from the outside. We slipped through the bushes, and I pulled a
blanket out of my sports bag and spread it on the ground in the
clearing.
We laid down together and began kissing and hugging. But
when I put a hand on Mindy's tit, she didn't respond as usual. I
could tell something was wrong.
"What's up?" I asked. "You seem distracted."
"I'm sorry," Mindy said, "it's just..."
"Yeah?"
"Well... I've been thinking."
"Thinking about what?"
"About us," she said. "Look, I don't want to hurt your
feelings, but this isn't going anywhere."
"What do you mean?" I asked, although I was pretty sure
where she was going. The truth is, I'd been thinking much the
same.
"Well, I don't exactly see us growing up and getting
married," Mindy said. "We can't even go out together. You know
that. This has been fun -- don't get me wrong -- but it can't go
on forever."
I laid back and looked at the sky through a screen of
branches. I sighed.
"Yeah, I know what you mean," I said. "But..."
"Look, Willy, I want you to know something," Mindy said.
"I love you, really love you. I've always looked up to you. And
I've wanted to ball you for a long time. When I first learned
about sex, you were the first person I imagined doing it with."
"Me, too," I said. "I mean, I really love you, Mindy. I
used to fantasize about you all the time, but I never really
expected to do anything about it. Now... Well, I don't want to
let you go."
"I know. I don't want to stop, either," she said. "But it
isn't right, and if we keep on we're going to get caught."
I thought about that for a while. I didn't like it, but I
had to admit she was right. Mindy had laid her head on my
shoulder, and I had my arm around her. I wrestled with myself.
To be honest, I wasn't sure if I loved Mindy, except as a sister,
but I liked her a lot and I sure as hell loved fucking her. I
didn't want to give it up.
"I don't know," I said. "I don't know if I can stop.
Seeing you, being around you... Well, it would be hard."
"I know," Mindy said. "I've been thinking about that,
too." She raised her head off my shoulder to look at me, then
put her head down again. "And I think maybe I've got an idea..."
"Yeah?" I said. "What?"
"Well..." Mindy hesitated, then took the plunge. "I was
thinking it wouldn't be so hard on you -- and me, too -- if we
had somebody else to be with. You know what I mean. Somebody to
do it with."
The first thought that went through my mind was a jealous
one. I thought that Mindy was dumping me because she had
somebody else lined up that she wanted to screw. And the thought
of somebody else -- anybody else -- between her thighs, putting
his dick in her pussy, fondling and sucking her tits... well, it
made me sad and mad and a lot of other stuff I couldn't put a
name to.
But Mindy surprised me.
"And I was thinking," she said, "well, it's easier for me,
you know. I mean, I can pretty much get anybody I want. You
know, bat my eyes, wiggle my hips, stick out my chest. Guys are
easy that way."
"Yeah," I said, wishing someone would bat, wiggle and stick
out in my direction. My heart was still sinking.
"So, I thought the main thing was to find someone for you,"
Mindy continued, "because if you had somebody else, it would be
easier to stop."
"Yeah," I said, sighing, "but it's not like I've got a
bunch of 'em lining up for me, you know. I've never even had a
real girlfriend." Just admitting that made me feel even more
depressed.
"Well," said Mindy, "I think I've got someone for you."
My plunging emotions came to an abrupt halt and turned the
other direction. I had a sudden vision of plunging my prick into
a faceless but otherwise voluptuous body. Somebody else? For
me?
"What do you mean?"
"Well," Mindy said, "you know Susan Modine?"
My heart thumped. Yes, I knew who Susan Modine was. She
was a classmate of Mindy's and, like Mindy, had a brother who was
a year older -- Ronnie -- who was in my class. Susan was, to put
it simply, a fox, with long black hair, dark eyes, and the
biggest tits in the ninth grade. She was in the drill team with
Mindy.
"Yeah... so?"
"I have it on good authority that she goes all the way."
"How do you know?" I asked, immediately lost in a fantasy
of shoving my prick into Susan Modine.
"Uh... One of the guys I balled told me he had slept with
her."
"So what?" I said. "Guys say that all the time. It
doesn't mean it's true."
"Yeah, I know that, believe me," Mindy said, "so I asked
her. We had a long heart-to-heart talk about boys last week."
"And...?"
"Well, in so many words, she's a horny little bitch who's
hot to trot... sorta like me. But she's been fucking since she
was 12."
"No!"
"Yes! And guess who's high on her list for Mr. Next?"
I gaped at her. Mindy gave me a devilish smile.
"That's right, big brother," she said, "none other than
you. Oh, she didn't exactly guarantee she'll pull her panties
down at the first opportunity, but that was the general idea.
She said, and I quote, 'I'd sure like to jump his bones!'
And..."
My heart was pounding, and my mind was reeling. Susan
Modine?? Me?? Then I realized Mindy was waiting.
"And..." I prompted.
"And you've got a date with her Saturday night," Mindy
said. "Or you will if you call her, that is. A double date,
actually."
"W-w-what?" All this was moving too fast for me, and I was
having trouble keeping up.
"A double date, like in two couples going out together,"
Mindy said, giving me a peculiar smile. "Ronnie has his driver's
license, and he can get their car."
"Who's Ronnie going to take?" I asked.
"Me," said Mindy, with a triumphant grin.
"But... but... Will Mom and Dad let you go out on a real
date?" I asked. This had lately been a sore point around our
house, with Mindy contending she was old enough to start dating,
and the folks resisting the idea.
"I talked it over with them last night while you were out,"
Mindy said, her grin spreading even wider. "They agreed --
reluctantly. But guess what finally convinced them? They like
the idea of you going along on my first date as chaperone! How do
you like that?!"
We both laughed uproariously, wrapping our arms around each
other and collapsing onto the ground. If the folks only knew!
When we stopped laughing, Mindy rolled over halfway onto
me. She looked at me seriously.
"There's a couple of things..."
"Yeah?"
"Well, first, don't think I'm doing this because I'm tired
of you or anything like that," Mindy said, wrinkling her brow.
"Because, if you weren't my brother, I think I just might be in
love with you. And I'd be real happy to just go on like we
have." She hesitated for a moment.
"But we're just asking for trouble if we keep going, you
know. And if I get hung up on you, what the hell am I going to
do about it, anyway? You know?"
"Yeah, I know, sis," I said, saddened by the reality
confronting us. I was at least half in love with her myself, but
I knew we couldn't go on this way forever.
"And another thing," Mindy said. "Don't you go getting
jealous on me. I'm gonna be in the front seat with Ronnie and...
Well, I don't know what's gonna happen -- probably nothing -- but
if I decide to let Ronnie touch the goodies, you behave yourself.
I mean, don't take this chaperone thing to heart, you know? You
concentrate on Susan, and get us out of this mess. Keep your
eyes on the screen or on Susan. I can take care of myself, you
know what I mean?"
"You mean if Ronnie starts pawing you..."
"That's exactly what I mean," Mindy said firmly, "and don't
you forget it. If Ronnie starts pawing me, it'll be because I
want him to, and I don't want you messing it up, okay? Promise
me!"
"Well..." I said reluctantly, not at all enthusiastic about
letting anyone else mess with my sister, especially not in front
of me, "...okay, I guess."
"Don't mess me up on this, brother," Mindy warned. "I can
handle it. Look, let's be real clear about this. If Ronnie
wants to touch me, or if I want to touch him -- hell, if I decide
to screw him in the front seat -- you keep out of it. If I need
help, I'll ask for it. Otherwise, you butt out. Okay?"
"Well... okay," I repeated.
Mindy smiled at me, glad to have this difficult subject out
of the way.
"And I promise to do the same," she said. "I might be a
little jealous -- maybe more than a little -- but what you and
Susan do in the back seat is your own business, and I'll keep my
nose out of it."
All this talk about sex was getting me revved up. Mindy
was hinting that she might be prepared to go pretty far with
Ronnie, and she seemed to think I might get farther than putting
my arm around Susan. The idea of touching those incredible tits
that Susan pushed around in front of her made my balls clutch and
my cock swell. And maybe I wouldn't just touch them, but slip my
hand into her blouse and maybe even open her bra and get my naked
hand on her naked tits...
All of which made me very conscious of Mindy lying across
my chest. She was soft and cuddly, and her breasts were wrapped
around my ribs. We were breathing in unison, and every time my
chest swelled, hers did too, which pressed her tits against me.
I sighed.
Mindy reached up and stroked my cheek with her hand, then
let it trail slowly down my chest and onto my stomach. Then she
rested her hand on my chest.
"So, it's all over between us?" I asked, not really wanting
to hear the answer. But Mindy surprised me. I could feel her
cheek move against my chest as she grinned.
"Well, maybe not just yet..." she said. She slid her hand
down my chest and across my stomach and wrapped her fingers
around my cock, which swelled strongly at the contact. I shifted
position, turning toward her and pressing her breasts against my
chest. Mindy continued to stroke my prick with her hand.
We kissed deeply and passionately. I probed her mouth with
my tongue, nibbled at her throat, and nipped at her nipples
through her t-shirt and bra. Mindy's practiced fingers slipped
the button on my shorts and tugged down the zipper, then slid
under the waistband of my undershorts and wrapped around my
rampant erection. She jacked up and down on my cock, her hands
warm and slightly damp with perspiration.
Before long, I had my hand in Mindy's shorts, too, and a
finger in her pussy. She was unusually wet, and her clit was a
taut button that brought a gasp from Mindy each time I ran my
finger over it. She seemed especially turned on today.
"I want you, now," Mindy panted. "One more time, at least.
Don't waste any more time, Willy. Put it in me now!"
We both pawed at each other's shorts, pushing them down.
Mindy worked mine past my knees, but stopped me when I tried to
push hers off over her shoes.
"No," she said, "I don't want to take them all the way off.
It's too hard to get them back on in a hurry. (Had she done this
before?)
"Here," she said, twisting around and turning her back to
me. "Put it into me from behind. Hurry, Willy! I want it now!"
I snuggled up behind her spoon-fashion, my hard-on jabbing
her butt. Mindy raised her top leg and opened her thighs as wide
as possible. Scooting down, I stuck my cock in the gap at the
top of her legs. It protruded in front. Mindy wrapped her hand
around the shaft just beneath the head and guided it toward her
pussy. I felt the slick lips of her slot and pushed forward.
Instead of sliding home, my prick slid forward past her tunnel,
bumping her clit, and sticking out in front.
Mindy bent forward, moving her head away from me and
pressing her butt against my stomach. She grabbed my cock again
and redirected it toward our mutual target. This time, I got it
lodged in the opening of her cunt and began to press forward
steadily with my hips. The head of my dick popped in, and I
began to slowly sink it into her fuck channel with short pushes
and shorter withdrawals. Although Mindy was good and wet, the
position made her pussy tighter than usual, and I was forced to
move slowly, working my cock into her tight hole by half-inches
instead of pounding it into her the way I usually did.
Once I was all the way in her and my cock was lubricated
with Mindy's juices, though, it soon became much easier. I felt
no great urgency, however, and took my time with this fuck,
sliding into her slowly and sensuously.
Mindy's mood seemed to match mine. I think we both felt
sad, knowing that the excitement, the thrill, the almost
overwhelming sexiness of the past few weeks was ending. I
stroked slowly in and out of her pussy from behind, sometimes
pushing up behind her to force my cock as deep as possible,
enjoying the feel of her soft buttocks against my stomach.
Mindy was much quieter than usual, saying little, sighing
"Ahhh..." each time I pushed into her cunt, groaning faintly when
I shoved my prick deep and ground my loins against her ass. Her
response was subdued, too, simply rocking back and forth, helping
me slide my cock in and out of her love hole.
We fucked like that for several minutes. I pushed my hands
up her back under her t-shirt and unfastened Mindy's bra, then
slipped a hand around in front and under the loosened cups to
squeeze and fondle her tits. Finally, I felt the familiar
tingling in my balls and knew my orgasm was approaching.
"I'm getting close," I murmured. "Are you...?"
"Just go ahead, baby," Mindy whispered, pushing her butt
back at me and beginning to rotate her hips lasciviously, urging
me on, wanting me to come. "Go on. Give it to me, honey. Come in
my pussy. Fuck me, Willy. Come on. Fuck me!"
I slid both hands under her t-shirt front and moved them up
to clasp her bare tits, pulling her back against my chest.
Urgently, now, I plunged my cock in and out, slapping against her
ass cheeks. Mindy twisted against me, pressing her hips back to
get as much of me in her as possible.
"Ahhhh, God!" I croaked, and shot my cum into her in
several short, forceful bursts. Mindy ground her pussy onto my
cock, rocking from side to side, urging me on. She whimpered in
sympathy and enjoyment, but I knew she was nowhere near cumming
herself.
When I finished, we lay stuck together for several minutes.
I kissed her neck and cheek, and she turned her neck to kiss me
with the side of her mouth. Mindy brushed a hand over her eye,
but not before I saw the trickle path of a tear. Not knowing
what to say, I said nothing.
After a while, my penis had deflated and slipped out.
Mindy dug a tissue out of her purse and used it to mop up the
semen that was dribbling out, then pulled her up her panties and
shorts. She settled the bra around her breasts and then reached
behind her back to refasten the hooks. Meanwhile, I got up on my
knees and put my own pants in order.
We sat next to each for a while, not saying anything.
Finally, Mindy sighed and looked at me.
"Well," she said, "I guess we should be going."
"Yeah," I said. "You want to go back first?"
"I guess so," Mindy said, without enthusiasm. She got to
her knees and wrapped her arms around me.
"See you later," she said.
"See you later," I echoed. She grabbed her purse, slipped
out of the shelter of the bushes, and was gone.
I followed her out, dragging the blanket behind me, shook
the leaves off when I could stand up, and tucked it back into my
bag. Then I set off in the other direction, taking a longer way
home.
6 - Drive-In Dive-In
Ronnie and Susan Modine picked up Mindy and me at just
after 7 p.m. on Saturday evening in their family's Chevy sedan.
We were going to the drive-in, and the show was set to start at 8
p.m.
I had called Susan the same day Mindy had told me about her
arrangement with them. At dinner, Mom and Dad apologized for
making plans for me and told me that I wasn't obligated. I acted
the part of The Noble Son, assuring them that I didn't mind
chaperoning Mindy on her first official date and that "Who knows?
I might even have fun." They seemed pleased by my attitude.
When I called Susan after dinner, her mother answered and
called her to the phone.
"Hi!" said Susan, when she picked it up. She sounded
happy.
"Hi yourself," I said. "Uh... I guess Mindy has sort of
set us up for Saturday night. Is that okay with you?"
"Oh yeah," she said. "I was hoping you'd call. How 'bout
you? Is it okay with you?"
"Uh huh," I said. "Sometimes my little sister meddles, but
I think this time she did good. I'm looking forward to it. I
probably wouldn't have had the nerve to call you on my own."
"Well, that would be a shame," Susan said. "I'm glad you
did."
We chatted for a while, making (confirming) plans for
Saturday night. I felt comfortable with her almost immediately,
and we bantered about brothers and sisters and how ya love to
hate 'em. She said Ronnie was a royal pain, sometimes, but he
wasn't so bad now that they were older. I admitted that Mindy
wasn't so bad now, either. I didn't say that she could be very
bad these days, but I thought it.
After talking with Susan, I felt a lot better about the
coming date. I liked the way she talked to me and even admitted
to myself that I was looking forward to going out with her,
regardless of what happened.
The next two days passed slowly, though. I wasn't
convinced that the bird in the bush was worth giving up for the
one in hand. I followed Mindy around the house with soulful
eyes, hoping for some attention. I still wanted her.
But Mindy was keeping her distance. She wasn't cold to me,
but she made it clear that nothing was going to happen. Saturday
morning, we washed the cars together again, which stirred up
memories for me. I couldn't help getting turned on, and I know
Mindy noticed it, but she said and did nothing.
Afterward, when we went in to change clothes, I grabbed her
in the hallway and wrapped my arms around her. Mindy gave me a
warm hug, but the sexual content was zero. She kissed me on the
cheek and whispered "Save it for tonight," then slipped out of my
arms and went into her room.
Ronnie did a good job with Mom and Dad. He came into the
house -- Susan with him -- shook Dad's hand and called him "sir,"
complimented Mom's hairdo, and chatted with my folks until Mindy
was ready.
Susan came over and stood next to me, saying little but
giving me a nice smile. She was wearing a matching shorts and
halter top outfit, with her long, dark hair in a ponytail. The
top was one of those bare midriff thingies that draped loosely
from her tits, which sat up firm and high on her chest. My
imagination had not exaggerated them. The girl was built. Even
my dad noticed. I saw him run his eyes down her body a couple of
times when he thought nobody was looking.
Mindy appeared before the conversation had time to lag,
bouncing down the stairs, smiling. She was wearing cutoffs and a
sleeveless blouse, with a sweater draped over one arm. (Mom had
insisted on the sweater.) We made quick goodbyes after
confirming that, yes, we would be back by 11:30. Mom and Dad
watched from the window as we climbed into the car.
Susan opened the back door and got in, sliding across to
leave room for me. I followed, admiring her firm, teenage ass as
she climbed in, resisting the temptation to pat it. Ronnie held
the door for Mindy, then went around to the driver's side. He
started the car, signalled, and pulled away carefully. Mom waved
from the window, and Mindy waved back.
"Free at last!" Mindy said, and we all laughed.
Once we got to the drive-in, we bought tickets for some
crime movie that I don't remember the title of. Frankly, I
didn't watch much of it. Ronnie picked a spot toward the back to
park, although there were plenty of slots open closer to the
screen. The four of us made a trip to the snack bar and returned
to the car with more than 15 minutes to showtime.
We chatted while waiting for the movie to begin. Ronnie
and Mindy sat far apart, turning almost sideways in their seats
to talk with Susan and me. Ronnie and I would be juniors in
September. We were both in the college prep curriculum and had
shared several classes in the past two years. Mindy and Susan
had lots of things in common -- classes, drill team, friends, and
so on.
Finally, the movie started. The lights went out in the
parking lot and the previews came up on the screen. Mindy
adjusted the volume of the speaker, which was on her side. Then,
giving me a look, she slid across the front seat next to Ronnie.
That put her head right in front of Susan, who promptly slid to
right, next to me.
Somewhere about the start of the actual movie, Ronnie put
his arm around Mindy, but made no other move. It was still
pretty light out. When Susan and I finished our soft drinks and
the popcorn we were sharing, she put them on the floor to her
left. I offered my hand, and she took it, scooting up closer.
We watched the movie for a while, holding hands.
Finally, about an hour into the movie, it was fully dark.
A love scene had begun up on the screen. The hero was about to
get it on with the girl he had picked up at a bar.
I saw Ronnie turn and look at Mindy. She looked back.
Ronnie lifted an eyebrow, quizzically, flicking his eyes toward
the back seat. Mindy made a little move of her head that meant
"Who cares?" She leaned toward Ronnie and raised her lips to be
kissed. Ronnie was happy to oblige.
I couldn't help feel a pang of jealously. Those were my
sister's lips, who only a few days ago had used them to kiss
me, instead of this... this.. stranger. I'm sure I was glaring
at them.
Susan either knew or sensed something. Perhaps she assumed
it was big brother feeling protective. Anyway, she squeezed my
hand and got my attention. When I looked at her, she smiled and
scooted closer, and raised her own lips to be kissed. I did, and
then I didn't pay any attention to Ronnie and Mindy for a long
time.
When Susan kissed, she didn't fool around about it. As
soon as my lips touched hers, I felt her tongue lick out and
slide across them, then dart out, probe between my lips and
retreat. I pushed my tongue forward in response and she opened
to me, welcomed me, licked at my tongue with hers. We mashed our
lips together, turning our heads from side to side as we dived
into a passionate kiss.
We might never have ended that first kiss except that our
position was a little awkward. I pulled my hand away from where
Susan was clutching it in her lap and put my arm around her neck.
Then I kissed her again, and she kissed me back. And how.
She turned toward me, making an eager, welcoming sound in
her throat, and pressed those gorgeous, enormous chest pillows
against me. I slid my other arm across us and under her arm,
pulling her to me, which just happened to lay my biceps against
left tit. If I had flexed my arm muscle, I'd have made that
luscious tit bounce against its twin. Susan didn't seem to mind;
she just pressed harder against me.
After a while, I broke away from her lips and started
kissing other handy places. I kissed across her cheek and blew
in her ear, then followed it with the tip of my tongue. I kissed
my way down her jaw and onto her neck, nibbling at the sensitive
spot behind her jaw. When I moved lower, kissing the hollow of
her neck, Susan relaxed back against the seat, letting her head
tilt back and giving me free access.
Dimly, in the background, I had heard Ronnie and Mindy
shifting around and murmuring to each other. Now, when I glanced
up, they had disappeared. From what I could make out, based
mostly on sound, they were lying with their head toward the
passenger side, kissing and fondling each other. I heard Mindy
whisper "Wait... Here..." and a sigh accompanied by rustling
clothing.
Susan took my hand and sank backward slowly on the seat,
her head pointed in the opposite direction. She tugged on my
hand, pulling me toward her. I got my knees on the seat and then
laid down beside her and partly on her. My left leg was sort of
lying awkward on top of hers until Mindy raised one knee, letting
my leg slide between hers. I pressed it forward until it was
stopped by her middle. Susan spread her legs wider and pushed
her hips forward, rubbing her pussy along the top of my thigh.
Susan giggled as I snuggled up close.
"Hello," she whispered. "Have we met?"
"Permit me to introduce myself," I said, mimicking her
bantering tone. "I'm a man of wealth and taste."
"You taste good!" Susan said, grinning. "And smell good,
too."
She pushed up against me, rubbing her pussy on my thigh
again, dragging it slowly and deliberately up and down. My boner
swelled between us, digging into her stomach.
"Please to make your acquaintance, you devil, you," she
said. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to hers again,
pushing my tongue into her mouth. Susan opened wide to me,
teasing my tongue with her own.
I could hear more muffled sounds from the front seat.
Besides increasingly heavy breathing and the soft, smacking
sounds of kisses, I heard the faint pop of a snap being released,
followed by the sibilant rasp of a zipper. A moment later, I
heard Mindy moan faintly.
All this might have bothered -- or at least interested --
me, but I had my hands full with (and of) Susan. Risking a
rebuff, I slid my free hand up her arm and slipped it inward and
cupped it over her tit. Far from rejecting me, however, Susan
pushed her shoulder forward and pressed her soft breast into my
palm, obviously relishing my touch there. She kissed me harder,
passionately, then put her hand on my butt and pulled me into
her, pushing up against me at the same time with her hips.
I kneaded Susan's tit for a while. Then, taking advantage
of the short, loose halter top, I slid my hand under it and
resumed my attentions to her breast, one layer of cloth closer to
bare flesh. Susan didn't seem to mind at all, again pressing
herself up against my hand and rolling her shoulders.
Emboldened by her acceptance, I pushed my fingers over the
top edge of her bra and poked them down into the cup. The soft,
creamy flesh of Susan's voluptuous tit pressed back against the
top of my fingers. Still getting no objection, I pushed my
fingers deeper and touched the firm nub of her nipple, straining
against the fabric of her bra.
Susan put her lips to my ear.
"Yessss," she hissed. "Touch me. Ahhhhh!" She wriggled
her body against me. Pushing still deeper, I was able to trap
her nipple between two fingers and roll it gently back and forth.
"Ahhhhh," Susan sighed, "that feels good." She pulled her
chest in, shrinking slightly inside her bra and giving me a
little more room to toy with her hard button nipple.
"Wait," she whispered. She tried to lift up against my
weight and awkwardly tried to get her free hand behind her back
but soon gave up and flopped back against the car seat.
"I can't do it," Susan hissed. "Can you unhook me?"
Wondering at this bold, sexy girl, I slipped my fingers out
of her bra cup and, still under her loose top, slid my hand
behind her back. Susan raised up as much as she could again, and
I crawled my fingers along the strap of her bra until I found the
clasps. Pinching the fabric together from either side, I was
delighted when both hooks immediately slid free, just as if I had
done this a thousand times.
Susan sighed with relief and laid back down as I pulled my
hand out from behind her. Before I could move it back to her
tit, she reached between us, curled her fingers under her halter
and grasped the bottom edge of her bra. Then, wriggling her
shoulders and moving her hand from one cup to the other, Susan
worked both the halter and her bra over her breasts and up under
her armpits, baring herself from the waist up.
In the dim light, I could still see plainly enough. Her
tits were at least twice the size of Mindy's -- two great, soft
pillows of flesh capped with the darker pink circles of her
areolas and tipped with the hard nubbins of her nipples. These
were smaller than I had expected-- no larger than Mindy's,
really, about the size and color of a pencil eraser.
In wonderment, I brought my palm up and cupped one of
Susan's breasts. It more than filled my hand but was firm
despite its size and her position. I squeezed it in my hand,
running my thumb down along the top to catch and pinch the nipple
between thumb and forefinger.
"Ahhh, yessss," Susan sighed. "That's better."
As I kneaded her tit, I was once again dimly aware of
sounds from the front seat. They were changing position. Self-
consciously, I started to pull my hand away, but Susan put her
hand behind my shoulder and pressed our chests together, trapping
my hand between us.
"It's okay," she whispered. "They're not interested in
us."
I could hear Ronnie and Mindy moving around. With my back
to the front seat and with Susan pressing me against her, I
couldn't turn my head far enough to see anything, but it seemed
like Ronnie was shifting position, moving back against the
passenger side door. I heard the faint clink of a buckle. There
was pause, a little pop, and once again the sound of a zipper
being dragged down.
"Go ahead," I heard Ronnie whisper. "Do it!"
It was so quiet that I could hear the faint rustle of
cloth. Then Ronnie gave a long, drawn out "Ahhhhhhhhhh, god!" I
was pretty sure that Mindy was sucking his dick.
Susan suppressed a giggle. She had heard it, too, and had
guessed what was going on.
"Lollipop, lollipop, oh, lolly-lolly-lolly..." she sang in
a whisper, making me laugh. But she quickly distracted my
attention from the front seat. She let go of my shoulder and
slid a hand between us. Grabbing the bottom of my t-shirt, she
began tugging it up.
"I want to feel you against me," Susan said.
I helped her pull my shirt up, baring my chest. Leaning
forward, I pressed it against her soft tits. We wrapped our arms
around each other and pulled our bodies together. The feeling of
her breasts against my chest was amazing. I hunched my hips,
pressing my cock against her belly, and pushed my leg up between
her thighs, rubbing it against her snatch.
"Oooh, yeah," Susan breathed. She moaned in pleasure.
"Oh, god, Willy, raise up a little."
Thinking I was crushing her, I pushed up from her,
straightening my arms. But Susan just moved her hand down between
us. Her fingernails traced across my stomach and onto the front
of my pants. She cupped her palm over my rock-hard prick and
squeezed it gently, then slowly stroked along it from bottom to
top. I swelled up under her touch.
"Ummmmm," Susan whispered. "Nice!"
I lowered my lips to her tit. The nipple was poking out at
me. I pursed my lips and pushed them onto it, then sucked in
hard. Susan moaned and quivered with pleasure.
From the front seat, I heard Ronnie gasp "Ohhh, baby!" I
could hear a faint, liquid sound, repeating over and over. I
pictured Mindy's head bobbing up and down as she sucked Ronnie's
cock.
Susan squeezed mine, recapturing my attention. She put her
lips up to my ear and licked it salaciously, probing into the
sensitive canal with her tongue tip.
"Would you like me to do that to you?" she whispered.
My cock swelled up so suddenly that I'm surprised it didn't
rip my pants.
"Jesus!" was all I could say.
"Does that mean yes?" Susan asked impishly, gripping my
prick hard and moving her hand up and down it.
"Uh...yeah, sure" I said stupidly.
Her slim fingers probed into my fly and found the zipper.
Slowly, silently, she worked it downward. The fact that my
erection was stretching the fabric and holding it straight no
doubt helped. When she got it all the way down, Susan slipped
her fingers inside my pants, paused a moment to stroke me again
through my undershorts, then fumbled briefly until she found the
opening.
The first touch of her fingers on my naked cock was
electric. It swelled up against her fingers and pushed out
against the cloth. Susan struggled for a few moments trying to
get the head through the slit, but it was an impossible task one-
handed. She wrestled her other arm out from under us. Using one
hand to hold the slit in my underwear open, Susan finally managed
to pull it up high enough and pull my prick down far enough to
get the head through the opening.
My bare cock slid out into the air, protruding through the
fly. I don't think it had ever been so hard.
"Ooooh," Susan cooed. "That's a nice one."
I wondered briefly how many she had to compare it with, but
I really didn't care. Holding my pants against my stomach with
one hand, Susan slid her other hand along my prick from top to
bottom, letting her fingers stroke lightly over the sensitive
skin. She clasped the head in her palm as if she was shaking
hands with my dick, then pushed her damp palm down the shaft.
Gripping it near the middle, she squeezed firmly and stroked up
and down a few times, sliding the skin over the hard core
beneath.
"We need to change sides," Susan whispered. "Roll over
me."
It was hard to change position in the cramped quarters of
the back seat without banging around. We moved slowly, keeping
our bodies pressed together as much as possible. I rolled on top
of Susan and stayed there a moment, lying with my legs between
hers and my naked prick pressed against her notch. Susan bucked
her hips up to meet it, rubbing her thinly-covered crotch against
me. I could feel the faint depression of her pussy beneath her
shorts.
Then I rolled sideways against the seat back and Susan
scooted her butt outward. It took several tries, but finally she
was free of my weight. She slid her legs off the seat and knelt
on the floor, turning to face me.
Over the back of the front seat, I could see the top of
Ronnie's head pressed up against the door and window. If he had
raised up, he would have been able to see us, but he had his mind
on other things. I heard him groan again over the background of
faint, slurping sounds from around the middle of the front seat,
just about where his cock would be. I saw Mindy's head come up
part way, but she didn't look toward the back seat. She moved
forward, apparently kissing Ronnie, then disappeared again. The
slurping sound resumed.
Susan was sitting back on her heels, her hand wrapped
around my cock, stroking up and down on it. Looking past her
sensuously sliding fist, I could see her naked tits, full and
voluptuous. Susan looked up at me and gave me a lewd smile, then
licked her lips.
Raising up on her knees, Susan leaned toward me and brought
first one breast, then the other, to rub across the head of my
dick. Using her hand to rotate the shaft, she slid my cockhead
around the circumference of each tit and then ran it back and
forth across her erect nipples. My cock jumped and twitched in
her hand.
Susan sat back on her heels again. She looked up at me and
slowly lowered her mouth to my prick. Still holding my eye, she
stuck out her tongue and licked the underside of the head, then
pursed her lips and pushed them downward and over the top.
Slowly, slowly, Susan moved her tightly clutching lips down
onto my cock, taking more and more of me into her mouth. I felt
the head of my prick nudge the roof of her mouth and slowly slide
across it. Mindy had never managed to get more than half of my
dick into her mouth, but Susan passed the halfway point and kept
going. I felt the head push into the tight gap of her throat,
trapped between tongue and palette. Susan tried to go further,
made a guttural, choking sound-- "gakk"-- and finally began to
back off, pulling her head up slowly, rubbing the bottom side of
my cock with her tongue.
When she got to the top, Susan sucked hard on the head of
my dick, hollowing her cheeks. Then, maintaining the tight
suction, she pushed downward again and slowly slid down my boner.
I was mesmerized, unable to speak or move. The sexy sight
of Susan swallowing my stiff shaft was incredibly stimulating.
Pulling her head up again, she moved her hand up close to her
mouth, wrapped her fingers tightly around my prick and twisted
her wrist, making her clutching hand rotate back and forth around
the column of flesh. At the same time, she used her tongue to
lash from side to side under my cock head.
Keeping her grip tight, Susan pushed her head forward
again, forcing her hand to slide down the shaft in front of her
lips. She couldn't take me as deeply into her mouth because her
hand blocked the way, but my entire prick was wrapped in a tight
tube of fingers and mouth that squeezed and twisted and licked at
it. My balls twitched and my cock jerked in response. I knew it
wouldn't take much more of this to make me come, and I wasn't sure
what to do.
Apparently, Ronnie had no such doubts. From the front
seat, the pace of things suddenly picked up. I guessed from
personal experience that the rapid "smick-smick-smick" sounds I
heard were caused by Mindy jacking her hand rapidly up and down
Ronnie's cock, urging him, coaxing him, compelling him to shoot
his load into her eagerly sucking mouth.
Ronnie made a strained, almost desperate sound, then
exhaled sharply. Mindy gulped, then gulped again, moaning deep
in her throat between swallows and gasping for air through her
nose. I pictured her lips clamped tight around Ronnie's dick,
plunging up and down, cum leaking out of the corners of her
mouth. Then the sounds stopped, and Ronnie let out a long sigh.
Susan lifted her lips off me and looked up, smiling. "You
next!" she mouthed, then stuck her tongue out and rubbed the head
of my cock against it. She took it back into her mouth and began
to swallow my prick again.
Somewhere off behind me, I heard a car door bang. The top
of Ronnie's head suddenly popped into view as he craned his neck
to see.
"Uh-oh," he said. "Security. Quick!"
We all started scrambling to put ourselves back together.
Susan popped me out of her mouth, grabbed hold of her bra and top
where they were still bunched up over her tits, and quickly
pulled them down over her chest. Then, she pushed herself up
from the car floor and spun around into the seat as I sat up and
moved my legs over. Looking around to make sure no one could see
her yet, Susan leaned forward, put both her arms behind her back,
and began to hook her bra together.
Wincing with pain and strain, I managed to bend my cock
enough to stuff it back into my pants. Straightening my legs as
much as possible, I jerked my zipper up in several pulls.
Meanwhile, in the front seat, Mindy raised up as Ronnie
scooted under her and moved back behind the wheel. I could tell
Mindy's blouse was open because it flapped loose as she spun
around to sit down. Her head pressed back on the car seat --
apparently pulling up her shorts. I heard a quick zip, and then
her head bent forward as she rebuttoned her blouse, muttering
"Damn... damn... damn..." Ronnie was apparently having trouble
getting his pants together, as he kept pushing back against the
seat, then bending forward, then pushing back again as he
struggled to pull them up and zip the front.
Just as Ronnie finally settled into his seat, I glanced
over my shoulder and saw a uniformed rent-a-cop coming around the
rear of the car next to us.
"Here they come," I murmured, fixing my eyes on the screen.
We tried to ignore the guard as he walked up to Ronnie's
window, but he leaned forward and tapped a knuckle against it.
Ronnie rolled the window down. The guard took a deep sniff
through his nose.
"Well," he said, "I guess there's no drugs in here --
unless you count teenage hormones as a drug." He snickered at
his own joke. "What say we watch the movie, huh?" As he started
to walk away, he added over his shoulder, "Better wipe your mouth
off, miss."
In perfect synchronization, both Mindy and Susan raised
their right hands and ran them over their mouths and down their
chins. Susan and I both saw it, tried to choke off a laugh,
snorted instead, and soon all of us were howling hysterically.
7 - Back to the Bushes
"Damn!" I said, when our laughter died down.
"Double damn!" said Mindy. "That guard sure screwed things
up."
"More like un-screwed..." Ronnie said.
"What time is it?" Susan asked. I looked at my watch. It
was nearly 10 p.m.
"The movie's almost over," Ronnie said. "You guys wanna
get out of here?"
We all said yes. Ronnie started the car and Mindy hung the
speaker back on its pole. Then, keeping his lights off, Ronnie
quietly pulled out and exited from the drive-in.
"Where to?" he asked.
"We've still got an hour and a half," Mindy said. She
looked at me. "How about Milligan Park?"
"What's at Milligan Park?" Ronnie asked.
"Bushes," Mindy answered, "and darkness."
"Is it safe?" Susan asked.
"I hope not," Mindy said. We all laughed.
Ronnie quickly drove us to the park, which was only a
couple of miles away. Since we had been there recently, I was
pretty sure what Mindy had in mind. She guided Ronnie to a
parking spot behind a building that was used for recreation
during the day. It was hidden from the road, and the nearest
light was a couple of hundred feet away. Mindy looked over the
seat at me.
"Car or bush?" she asked.
"There's a blanket in the trunk," Ronnie volunteered.
"Bush, I guess," I said. I opened the car door and climbed
out, then offered a hand to Susan, who slid out beside me.
Ronnie popped the trunk latch from inside the car, and I grabbed
the blanket. "C'mon," I said to Susan, taking her hand again.
"See you in one hour," Mindy said out the window.
"Right," I said, glancing at my watch. It was 10 minutes
after 10.
I led Susan across an open area. The bushes Mindy and I
had used earlier that week were only a short walk away but
screened from the rec building by a long, high hedge. When we
reached the bushes, I ducked down and crawled through the short
tunnel that led to the open area inside. Susan followed.
"I take it you've been here before," she said as I spread
out the blanket.
"Once," I said, then added a lie. "Mindy told me about
it."
"I don't care," Susan said, sitting beside me. "It's
perfect."
I put my arm around her, and she tilted her face up to be
kissed. I was happy to oblige. The moon was out and almost
full. Its cool light filtered through the branches above us, dim
but enough to see each other. Sometime during the kiss, we sank
down onto the blanket and stretched out. I slid a leg between
Susan's, and she opened them wide enough to let me push my thigh
up against her pussy, then locked her legs around it.
"Whew," she said, when we finally broke apart to catch our
breath. "I love the way you kiss."
I smiled at her. Susan was lying mostly on her back, with
my arm under her neck. She looked up at me through half-open
eyes.
"Now," she said, "where were we?"
"Well, for one thing," I said, sliding my free hand up
under her halter top and cupping one of her large breasts, "I
don't remember having all this cloth in the way."
She smiled at me. "I can fix that," she said. She rolled
away from me onto her stomach and started to reach up behind her
back, then stopped. "You can do this easier, I think."
I pushed up the back of her halter to reveal her bra strap.
I managed to release the hooks again without embarrassing myself
with too much fumbling. When the second one came free, the two
sides of the strap slid apart. I put my hand in the space
between and massaged Susan's back.
"Ummm," she said, "that feels good." I ran my hand up to
her neck and onto her shoulder, pushing the top strap to the side
and working the muscles there. Then I moved my hand to the other
side of her neck and did the same. Susan hunched and rolled her
shoulders under my fingers, enjoying the massage.
"Wait a second," she said, when I paused. She pushed up
onto her knees beside me, crossed her hands in front of herself,
and pulled the halter top and bra off. Her breasts, despite
their size, scarcely sagged at all.
I raised up on one elbow and captured the closest nipple
with my mouth, sucking on it. I put my hand behind Susan's back
and pulled her into me, mashing her tit into my face. After a
few moments, I shifted my attack to her other tit. She turned
her shoulder toward me to help. Her hand rested on my thigh,
just below my crotch. I sucked hard on the nipple, and she
squeezed the flesh of my thigh.
I pulled my mouth away, and Susan dropped down onto the
blanket beside me again. She cuddled up close and pressed her
huge mammaries against my chest. I loved the way the felt
against me, but it wasn't quite right.
"Now it's my turn," I said, pushing up far enough to strip
off my t-shirt, then settling back down next to Susan. This
time, when I pulled her close, her soft tits pressed against my
naked chest. I could feel both of her hard little nipples boring
into my breast.
"Jesus," I said, "I can't tell you how good that feels."
In response, Susan squirmed against me, rubbing her soft,
bare tits on my chest. We kissed again, passionately, pressing
our bodies together. My leg was mashed up against her pussy, and
Susan humped her hips back and forth, rubbing her crotch against
my leg. I could feel the heat of her center through my jeans.
I pulled back from the kiss and laid my hand on her thigh,
just above the knee. Unsure of how far she would go, I slowly
stroked my way higher and higher on the sensitive inside of her
leg. Susan made no move to stop me. In fact, she raised her
upper leg higher to give me plenty of room and encouragement.
When I reached the bottom of her short shorts, I moved up farther
and laid my fingers directly onto her pussy.
Susan pushed herself up against me, obviously welcoming my
touch. Emboldened by her openness, I ran my hand up and down her
notch. The crotch of her shorts was faintly damp.
"Ummmm," Susan murmured. "I like that." To emphasize her
point, she rocked her hips back and forth, helping me rub her
pussy. Then she moved a hand between us and found my hardening
cock where it was straining outward against my jeans.
"We haven't got much time," Susan said. "Why don't we get
naked?"
She moved her hand away from me to the waist of her shorts
and began to unbutton them. Before I could even move, she had
released the button, pulled the zipper down, and was beginning to
work the tight shorts and panties down over her hips. I watched
in amazement as her slim hips came into view, followed by the
dark patch of hair below her belly. When the shorts were out
from under her fanny, she bent and raised her knees and quickly
slid her shorts off over her feet. She was completely naked
beside me.
"Are you just going to look?" Susan asked, coquettishly.
"No," I said, suddenly seized with the desire to do
something I'd only daydreamed about. "I'm going to lick."
I rolled between her legs, pushing my body downward. I
grabbed her knees and tried to push them apart. At first, Susan
resisted.
"No..." she said, without conviction. "I..."
I had my chin between her legs and wedged downward far
enough to lick at the inside of her leg. I continued to push
forward, and Susan yielded gradually, allowing me to lick higher
and higher up her thighs. She was making little sounds of
distress that weren't quite a "no." As I got closer and closer
to her middle, they changed tone, becoming faint groans of
pleasure.
"Oh, Willy, I've never..." Susan said, uncertain herself of
what she wanted. "Oh, please... Oh, oh..."
I ignored what she was saying, since it was obvious that
she only half meant it. As my head pressed farther between her
thighs, I caught the musky scent of her, the aroma of her
arousal. Finally, my nose grazed the kinky patch of hair just
above her pussy.
To tell the truth, I was uncertain about this myself,
having never done it before. But I wanted to do something new
with this girl. Her openness and eagerness had me quivering with
desire. I had read of this, dreamed of this.
Slowly, tentatively, I stuck out my tongue and pushed it at
Susan's pussy. It touched hair first, then the outer lips, which
were slick with her juices. I pushed forward a little more, and
my tongue slid between the lips into a narrow valley.
"Ohhhh, god," Susan whispered. "Ooooooh."
She seemed to like what I was doing. I worked my tongue
around, back and forth, up and down. Near the bottom of the
slit, my tongue felt the opening of her pussy. I pushed my lips
up against Susan's cunt and stuck my tongue all the way out,
probing into her channel.
"Ummmmm," she moaned. "Oh, yessssss."
Thrusting my tongue in and out, I fucked her pussy with it.
Susan shuddered and pressed herself up to my mouth. She rolled
her hips, working me around inside her, and spread her thighs
wider apart.
I lapped my tongue upward and felt it slide across a little
mound of flesh near the top. The effect on Susan was electric.
She gasped, and her hips jerked involuntarily.
"Oh, god, Willy," she whispered, "do that again!"
Moving my mouth upward slightly to center over her clit, I
lapped at it with my tongue. Then I stiffened my tongue and
moved it around and around the little nubbin. Susan wrapped her
hands behind my head, pulling me into her pussy, and mashed her
cunt against my face.
"Ummmmm.... Ummmmmmm," she moaned with increasing
intensity. "Oh my god, Willy, that feels so good. Lick me! Oh,
yesss! Ah! Ah! Yessss. So good!"
I was really getting into it, now. I slid my arms around
the outside of her hips and put a hand on either side of her
pussy, spreading the lips apart to give me better access.
Pulling her to me, I ground my mouth against Susan's cunt,
twisting from side to side as my tongue lashed at her clit.
"Oh, jeez, I'm gonna come," Susan whispered harshly. "Just
a little more... just a little more... Yes...Yes...UmmmmmMMMMMM!"
Her voice rose toward a shriek that she cut off before it
became too loud. Grabbing her top from beside her, Susan stuffed
it into her mouth to muffle her cries. Her hips jerked and
bucked beneath me, seemingly out of her control. I hung on tight
and kept whipping my tongue across her pleasure button.
Finally, Susan grabbed my hair and forcibly pulled me back
away from her pussy, squeezing her thighs together to keep me
from licking her again. She pulled the halter out of her mouth.
"No more," Susan gasped. "No more. I can't take it."
She let go of my hair and collapsed weakly on her back, her
breathing ragged, as she came down from the intensity of her come.
I started to lean in and give her pussy a final lick, but she put
her hand over it, blocking me.
"Oh, really, Willy, no more, please!" she pleaded. "It was
wonderful -- really wonderful -- but I can't stand anymore right
now."
I pulled back, satisfied and pleased with what I had done.
I kissed and licked at Susan's inner thighs, gradually pulling my
head out from between her legs. I moved up and lay down beside
her. She rolled toward me to snuggle, and I slid and arm under
her neck.
"Jesus, Willy, that was incredible!" Susan whispered. She
raised her head and kissed me, then smiled. "You taste like me,"
she said. "You've got my pussy juice all over your face." She
took her hand and wiped it over my mouth and chin. Then she
licked her fingers.
"Did you like it?" I asked, knowing the answer but wanting
her to tell me again.
"I don't think I've ever come that hard," Susan said. "I
knew I was wound up, after the movie and all, but... Well, there
are no words to describe it. The moment you touched me with your
tongue, I knew I was going to come."
She looked down into my eyes. "I didn't want you to do
that, at first," she said. "I've never let anyone do that
before."
We traded smiles. I was pleased that I had been the first,
for some reason. I had begun to suspect, I guess, that there
wouldn't be any firsts with Susan. She seemed to be pretty
experienced.
"But, poor Willy, what about you?" she asked, speaking as
much to herself as to me. "First we get interrupted at the
drive-in, and now you've taken care of me, but you still haven't
got anything, have you?" She slid her hand down my chest, over
my stomach and onto my groin.
Susan rubbed her hand up and down over my rigid boner,
pausing a time or two to squeeze it through my pants. Then she
began to unfasten my jeans for the second time that night. Her
naked body was pressed against me, her bare tits pushing against
my chest and side. While she fumbled with the button and zipper,
she leaned down and kissed me, deeply and passionately.
In moments, it seemed, she had my pants open. My cock was
straining so hard to break free that it was actually lifting the
waistband of my underwear up away from my stomach. Susan put her
palm flat on my belly and slid her fingers under the band. She
touched my naked cock with her fingers, and it jerked at the
contact.
"Ooooh," she whispered, "seems like somebody's ready for a
little loving."
Lifting up with the back of her hand, Susan slid my shorts
down over my rock-hard cock. Then she wrapped her fingers around
the shaft and moved her hand up and down, squeezing it tightly.
I moaned in appreciation.
"You like that, huh?" Susan asked, although I'm sure she
knew the answer. "Well, how 'bout this, then?" She shifted her
head downward across my chest and belly. Her back blocked my
view of what she did next, but I had no trouble figuring it out.
I felt the hot warmth of her breath on the head of my
prick. Susan opened her mouth wide and slowly moved it over me,
still not allowing her lips to touch it. I could feel her breath
all around it.
She paused a second, then suddenly plunged her head forward
and clamped her mouth around my cock, sucking hard. I jerked and
swelled between her tightly clamped lips, straining upward
against the roof of Susan's mouth. Holding it around the base,
she pumped her head up and down several times.
As she sucked on my dick, Susan used her other hand to push
at my jeans and underwear, working them over my butt. I lifted
my hips up to help her, driving my cock deep into her mouth.
When she got them down around mid-thigh, Susan quit worrying
about it and concentrated on the mouth job she was giving me.
After a while, she lifted her face off my prick and turned
to look at me, wrapping her fingers around my fuck pole and
sliding her hand up and down over it.
"I can't decide," Susan said, "whether I want to suck you
off and swallow your cum or put your cock in my pussy and fuck
your brains out."
I had no answer to that. No girl had ever talked that way
to me, and I was startled into speechlessness. Either option
sounded just fine to me. I swallowed hard and tried to think of
some kind of sensible response. When I looked up at her, Susan
batted her eyes at me, knowing very well that she'd tied my
tongue in knots.
"Let's see," she said. "Do you have a rubber?"
I could answer that, but the first thing that came out,
when I tried to talk, was something like "Gakkk!" Then I found
my voice and croaked, "In my wallet..."
I started to twist and reach for my wallet, which was
somewhere down around my knees, but Susan beat me to it, letting
go of my dick for a moment to pull it out of the hip pocket of my
pants. She handed it to me, the resumed stroking me, watching me
with an amused expression on her face while I fumbled with
suddenly thick fingers to fish the foil packet out of its hiding
place. Clumsily, I struggled to tear it open and finally managed
to rip off most of one edge.
"Here," said Susan, holding out her hand. "I'll do it."
She let go of my prick and used both hands to extract the
rolled-up rubber from its container. Tossing that to one side,
Susan climbed up onto her knees, straddling my legs about mid-
thigh. She frowned with concentration as turned the rubber over
and tested to make sure which way it would unroll, then centered
it carefully on the head of my cock.
Holding it in place with one hand, Susan made a circle with
the thumb and forefinger of her other hand and worked the condom
down over the helmeted head. Once it had slipped over the ridge
and was on securely, she used both hand to work it down the
shaft.
"There," she said, "that oughta do it." She looked up at
my from her handiwork and smiled wickedly. "Well, I guess
there's no choice, now. I'm gonna have to fuck your brains out."
My cock throbbed in her hands. Keeping a grip around the
base, Susan inched forward on her knees until her pussy bumped my
balls, then raised up higher and positioned her snatch over the
pole that was straining up toward her.
Susan leaned on one hand and used the other to guide my
cock as she slowly lowered herself toward me. The head of my
cock oozed between the lips of her pussy and slid backward until
it started into her fuck channel. Her eyes closed now, Susan
inched forward and downward, letting my rubber-clad prick nudge
slowly into her depth.
Despite the rubber, the feeling was sensational. Susan's
pussy was as tight as Mindy's, but it was very wet, and she was
able to get almost half of my cock up her before she had to stop
and reverse direction. She pulled back and worked her hips up
and down, gathering more lubrication, then slid down onto me
again. This time, I went all the way in.
"Ummmmm," Susan groaned in delight. "Oh, yes, that's just
what I wanted." She let all of her weight down onto me, forcing
my cock as deep as possible, and then rolled her hips around on
my pelvis. I felt her squeeze me with the muscles of her pussy.
Leaning forward onto both hands, Susan began to ride me,
then, pumping her cunt up and down my rampant erection. She
moved slowly and sensuously. Her gorgeous tits hung suspended
from her chest in front of me, swaying back and forth with her
motion. I looked up and saw that Susan had her head back, her
eyes closed and her mouth slightly open, obviously savoring the
feel of cock and cunt doing what they were designed to do. Then
she looked down at me.
"Don't worry about me," she said. "I've already had my
fun, and we don't have much time. This is just for you. I want
you to come in my pussy, baby."
She glanced down between us.
"Look," she commanded. "Look down there. See my pussy
sliding on your cock. Doesn't that feel good, baby? Oooh, I
like it. Do you like the way my pussy feels around you? Does it
feel good to slide in and out? Look at it! See me fuck you?
See it? Ahhhh! Yes, that feels so good. Oooooh, you've got a
great cock, Willy. It feels so big. Fuck me with it! Fuck me
with your big cock, Willy. Come on! Give it to me! Hard!
Harder!"
By this time, Susan had worked herself into a frenzy. I
pushed my hips up to fuck my prick into her as best I could, but,
in truth, she was doing much more than half the work. Susan was
lifting her hips until only the top part of my cock was still in
her, then snapping her hips down to bury it all the way up her
fuck channel. When she hit bottom, she bounced up and did it
again, over and over again, up and down, up and down, sliding her
pussy over my prick.
"That's it, honey," she crooned. "That's the way. Give it
to me. Shove it in all the way. Ahh! Ahh! Fuck me, Willy!
Fuck me! Oooh, it feels so good! I can feel your cock all the
way up there. Give me more, baby. Fuck me!"
Nobody could last long under that kind of onslaught. I
could feel my come begin to build up. I moaned and began to drive
my cock up as hard as I could. Susan sensed the change and knew
I was getting close.
"Oh, yes, baby. That's right. I want your cum! Come on!
Give it to me. Shoot it! Fill my pussy! Come on, baby! Come in
me! Come in me!" Susan pitched forward, pressing her tits
against my chest, holding onto my shoulders, pressing her cunt
all the way down onto my fuck pole and rolling around and around
on it.
I came. The come that had been building all evening
exploded out of my dick. Susan couldn't feel it through the
rubber, of course, but she could tell I was cumming by the way my
cock jerked and twitched inside her. And maybe by the way I
cursed and grunted and thrashed around.
"Ahhhhhhh, GOD!" I gasped, jamming my hips up and driving
my cock into her. "Ahhhhh, YES! Oooooh, shit! Ummmm. Ohhhh."
Susan twisted around and around on my prick until I stopped
shooting, then slowed down gradually, rolling her hips around
sensuously, while my head collapsed back on the ground and lolled
to one side.
It was at least a minute before I opened my eyes to find
Susan watching me.
"Did you like that, baby?" she asked.
"Christ yes!" I said. "That was the best ever."
"Good," Susan said, "I'm glad you like it. So did I. I
think I'm going to like fucking you."
We laid there for several minutes while my cock gradually
shriveled. Susan used the muscles of her pussy to squeeze and
tug at my slowly diminishing prick until one squeeze too many
pushed it out of her. Groaning, she rolled to the side and
cuddled up close to me.
I took a long, deep breath, then let it out in an even
longer sigh. Listlessly, I raised my arm and looked at my watch.
It was almost 11 p.m.
"We'd better go," I said reluctantly. "I don't want to get
Mindy in trouble with Mom and Dad on her first date."
"Oh, you're a kind big brother," Susan said, teasing. Then
she sighed, too. "But I guess you're right."
Slowly, with many hugs and kisses in between, we put
ourselves back together. Once we were reassembled, I sent Susan
out in front of me, then followed, dragging the blanket. We
shook and folded it, then set off for the car.
Just before we turned the corner of the hedge that would
bring the car back into view, Susan stopped. Since she had a
firm grip on my hand, I stopped, too.
"Maybe we should check before we just walk up to the car,"
she whispered. "They may not be ready for company yet."
"Good idea," I whispered back. Moving cautiously, I poked
my head around the corner of the hedge.
Susan had made a good call. The car was only about 30 feet
away and, in the moonlight, I could see Mindy clearly. She was
naked, at least as much of her was visible through the
windshield. Her back was to me, and she was on her knees in the
passenger seat, facing the rear of the car and bouncing up and
down on Ronnie, who was sprawled beneath her. At least, that was
what I inferred from Mindy's position, her motion, and the fact
that the car was bouncing up and down on its springs, emitting a
faint squeak each time it went down.
"Are they still at it?" asked Susan behind me. She could
probably hear the squeaking springs.
"Uh... yeah," I said.
"Let me see," Susan said. She slipped between me and the
hedge, kneeling on the ground. "Yeah," she said, "I'd say
they're still at it."
A few moments later, the sound of the car springs changed.
We heard muffled cries and other sounds coming from it. Mindy
had her head back, almost pressed against the inside roof, but
her hips were clearly slamming forward against Ronnie with great
force because the car motion had changed from up and down to back
and forth. Then they froze, and Mindy collapsed onto Ronnie,
squeezing him in her arms. Susan took a last look, then scooted
back behind the hedge.
"Let's give them another few minutes," she said.
There was a nearby swing set. We walked over to it and sat
in the swings, trailing back and forth and talking. They creaked
as we swung, and Ronnie must have heard it, because he came to
get us about five minutes later.
When we got to the car, Mindy was sitting in the passenger
seat, fanning herself with a piece of paper. Her face was
flushed. I held the back door for Susan, then slid in behind
her. The car reeked of sex. Ronnie started the engine and we
headed for home, making it just before 11:30.
Susan and I kissed goodbye in the back seat.
"You'll call me, won't you?" she asked. I think she was
afraid that I had already gotten everything I wanted from her.
"Yes," I said. "You can count on it."
8. Talking It Over
The next day, Mindy wanted to know everything. I was
watching TV in my room when she stuck her head in the door. Mom
was outside, puttering in the yard. Dad was in the den,
"watching" TV through his eyelids.
"Well?" she asked, arching both eyebrows.
"Well what?"
"So what happened when you two bunnies scurried off to the
bushes?" Mindy said, stepping into the doorway and leaning
against the frame.
I didn't say anything. I was all mixed up inside -- proud
of my exploits with Susan, embarrassed at Mindy wanting to know,
and a little pissed off about seeing her humping Ronnie in the
front seat.
"Come on," Mindy pleaded.
"What do you want to know," I said, continuing to watch the
TV.
"Don't be a crud, Willy," Mindy said. "Did you guys get it
on?"
"Some."
Mindy made an exasperated face, rolling her eyes to heaven.
"Are you going to tell me or play dodge ball all day?"
"I thought guys weren't supposed to tell," I said, still
not looking at her.
"Hey, this is Mindy, your sister, remember? The one you've
been banging for the past month?"
I looked at her. "What about you and Ronnie, then? Did
you get it on?" I couldn't help letting a little jealousy show
in my tone.
Mindy came over and sat on the foot of the bed. She put a
hand on my knee and gave me an understanding smile.
"Yes," she said, looking me in the eye, "we sure did. I
gave him a blowjob at the drive-in, but you know that. Then I
let him fuck me while you two were off playing. Is that what you
want to know? Did I enjoy it? You bet! Will I let him do me
again? Probably. But mostly I was keeping him busy so that you
and Susan could have a chance. Did it work?"
I looked at the TV but didn't see it. I was trying to sort
out my feelings. I knew Mindy and Ronnie had screwed in the car
while Susan and I were off in the bushes. We'd seen them. But
that wasn't the same as Mindy admitting it to me.
"Look, Willy," Mindy said, "I guess I understand how you
feel. But don't go crazy on me. I love you and I always will.
I don't regret anything we did. It was great! But we've got to
move on, baby. That's why I set you up with Susan, remember? It
made me a little jealous, too, to think of you with her -- but I
wanted you to get in on with her. I wanted you to have somebody
else. So... did you?"
"Yeah," I said.
"Was it good?"
"Yeah," I said, unable to keep from smiling.
"How good?" Mindy asked.
"Real good," I said.
"That's better," she said, giving my knee a squeeze. "Now,
tell me all about it."
Gradually, Mindy dragged it all out of me. She had been
pretty sure Susan was sucking my cock in the back seat at the
drive-in but had been too busy giving Ronnie a blowjob herself to
check. I told her I had licked Susan's pussy and made her come,
and I described how she had climbed over me and ridden my cock
until I had shot my cum into her pussy. Well, I admitted in
response to Mindy's question, not into her pussy, exactly, but
into a rubber that Susan had put on me.
Talking about it was getting us both horny. I had to
adjust my pants because my erection was pulling the crotch up and
squeezing my balls. Mindy kept pressing her legs together and
rubbing her thighs back and forth. She crossed her legs and
rocked a foot back and forth. I was pretty sure it pressed her
thighs together and indirectly stimulated her clit.
Mindy said Ronnie's cock was a little longer than mine but
not as thick. While it felt good, she said, she liked mine
better, liked the way it stretched her when I put it in. Mindy
also admitted that she hadn't gotten off with Ronnie, being too
concerned with the situation and all. She laid her hand in her
lap casually and let her fingers trace along the top of her
snatch.
"Jeez," she said, looking over her shoulder at the door, "I
wish..." -- she paused, glanced at me, then looked away -- "I
wish Ronnie was here now."
I was hurt for a moment, but then I realized that wasn't
what she had really started to say.
"Ronnie isn't here," I said, "but I am."
"Damn," Mindy said, pressing her fingers into her crotch,
"I'm so fucking horny, Willy." She caught her lower lip between
her teeth, moved her fingers in a circle, and gave a little
shudder.
"Come here," I said, patting the bed on the other side of
me.
"No, Willy, we can't!" Mindy said, but I knew she didn't
really mean it.
"Not all the way," I said, "but... just unbutton your
shorts. And open the door to the bathroom. You can slip out
through there and into your room if somebody starts up the
stairs. We'll hear the stairs if anyone does." Our rooms were
separated by the bathroom we shared. And we both knew the stairs
creaked when anyone walked on them -- we'd taken advantage of
that throughout our childhood.
"Oh, jeez, Willy, I don't know..." Mindy hesitated.
"Let me pay back the favor I owe you for Susan," I said.
"Come on over here."
She stood up and went through the connecting door into the
bathroom. I heard her open the door into her room. Then she
came back, leaving my door open, too. She turned my television
down slightly, then walked over to me. Mindy's eyes were
feverish as she unbuttoned the top button of her shorts and slid
the zipper down about half way.
"Do you think we really should?" she asked, although she'd
already made up her mind.
"Yeah," I said, "I think we should. Come here, sis."
I scooted back on the bed and, turning her around so that
her back was facing me, I pulled her down between my legs. Mindy
rested her back against me. She turned her head to kiss my
cheek.
"I wish Mom and Dad weren't here," she whispered. "I'd
love to fuck you, right now."
"Me, too," I said, bringing both of my hands up in front of
her to cup her tits. She pressed back against my hands.
I let go with one hand, pulling her back against me with
the other, and slid it into the front of her shorts. Wiggling my
fingers under the elastic of her panties, I pushed them downward
across her pussy hair and then lower still. I felt the lips of
her cunt, damp and steamy under her panties. Pressing inward
with my middle finger, I rolled it around on her clit.
Mindy let out a long sigh. I felt a tremor go through her
body. Pushing my hand deeper into her panties, I slid my middle
finger between the lips and into her fuck channel. Mindy spread
her legs wider to help me and pushed her hips forward to meet my
invading finger.
"Oh, jesus, Willy, that feels so good," she whispered.
"Fuck me with your finger, baby."
I began to slide my finger in and out of her pussy. Every
so often, I dragged it all the way out and up to the top of her
opening to circle a fingertip around and over her clit. Mindy
began to pant, and she rocked her hips back and forth, fucking
herself on my finger.
She sat up slightly and slipped a hand behind her back,
quickly finding my hard cock and squeezing it. As I continued to
probe her pussy and stroke her clit with my fingers, she worked
her hand up and down on my prick through my pants.
"I'd take it out, but..." Mindy said.
"Don't worry about it," I reassured her. "Just relax and
enjoy."
She settled back against me, keeping her hand on my hard-on but
giving herself up to the sensations I was stirring up with my
sliding fingers. She let her head loll back on my shoulder.
"WILLY! MINDY!" The voice broke into our haze. We froze.
It was Dad, calling from the bottom of the stairs.
"Y-Yeah?" I yelled back. I pulled my hand out of Mindy's
shorts. She pulled her hand from between us and began to fumble
with the front button.
"Is Mindy there?"
"She's in her room," I lied.
"Well, your mother and I are going to the store. Do you
want to come?" Mindy nodded her head vigorously, making me bite
my lip to keep from laughing. She wanted to come, all right, but
not the way he meant.
"Naw," I shouted. "I'll stay here. I'm watching this
program..."
"Well, okay," Dad said. "Let Mindy know we'll be back in
about an hour."
"Okay," I said.
"See you later, then."
"Bye!"
Mindy stopped moving, as we heard Dad walk across the
living room and into the kitchen. Then the back door opened and
closed. Mindy quietly got to her feet and went to my window,
standing beside it so she could look out but not be seen.
"They're getting into the car," she said after a moment. I
heard the doors close and the engine start. "There they go," she
added a little later.
Mindy turned to face me. Her shorts were buttoned but
still unzipped. She moved a hand to her waist and unfastened the
top button again.
"I want you to fuck me right now," she hissed. Hooking her
thumbs under both shorts and panties, she pushed them down over
her hips, rocking from side to side as she worked them over her
fanny. They slid down her thighs into a pile around her ankles.
She stepped out of them quickly.
"Come on," Mindy said. She stepped over to the bed, knelt
down on her knees beside it, sticking her butt out and laying her
torso on the mattress. "Put it in me like this," she ordered.
"I don't want any playing around. Stick it in my from behind.
Now! I need to fuck."
I dropped to my knees and quickly shed my own pants and
underwear. Shuffling awkwardly around her nearest foot, I moved
up behind her. My cock stuck out like a lance. Grabbing it in
my hand, I guided it to the target. Mindy spread her knees
wider.
I touched her dampness with the head of my prick and
pressed forward. It slid about half way in before friction
brought us to a halt. Moving my hips back and forth a couple of
times to re-coat it with her juices, I pushed forward again and
buried it to the hilt in Mindy's cunt.
Mindy arched her back as I pressed my cock home, then laid
her head down on her arms.
"Oh, god, yes!" she groaned. "Oh, I needed that so bad!
Come on, Willy. Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"
I pulled back and slammed my straining boner into Mindy's
pussy, smacking my stomach against the cheeks of her butt. I
began sawing vigorously in and out of her pussy. Mindy rolled
her hips around and around, working my cock inside her, as I
shoved it into her depths and dragged it back time after time.
She was grunting each time I slammed forward into her
pussy, dragging in deep breaths every few strokes. Her groans
became an almost continuous moan as I fucked into her from
behind.
"Oooh, honey, that's what I needed," she wailed, "just like
that. Give it to me, Willy. Fuck me with that hard prick.
Harder! Shove it in me. Yes! Yes! Just like that!"
Mindy accented her demand by jerking her hips back against
me and driving her pussy onto my thrusting cock, grinding her
hips against me to make it ream around inside her cunt. She
didn't want subtlety, this time. She wanted it hard and fast.
Mindy had been ready when I first entered her, and now she was
rapidly racing toward an explosion.
"God, Willy, it feels so good! Keep doing that. Keep
fucking my pussy. Push it in. Yes! Like that. Yes, baby.
Hard!"
I hadn't thought about myself, hadn't expected to come
after my session the night before with Susan, but I was quickly
catching up to Mindy, now, feeling the come beginning to build up
in my balls. I drove my cock into her pussy, grabbing her hips
and yanking her back onto it, shoving it into her as hard and as
deep as possible. She squealed, a high keening sound, and came.
I was right behind her.
"Uhhhhhhhhhh! Oh, god, yes!" Mindy rasped. "Ahhhhh, fuck
it! Oh! Oh! Uhhhhhhhhh!" My cum jetted out of my cock and
spurted into her cunt.
"Oh, Mindy! Arrrrrrgh!" I groaned, as I shot my wad up her
fuck channel. Mindy ground her butt against my stomach and
rocked her hips back and forth, making my prick slide in and out
of her pussy.
I collapsed forward onto Mindy's back, wrapping my arms
around her, hugging her tightly to me.
"It's a... good thing... Mom and Dad left..." Mindy panted.
"I might... have had... to kill them."
She grinned, eyes closed, and I chuckled at her joke.
Languorously, I rubbed my chest over Mindy's back and eased my
cock in and out of her pussy. She squeezed me with her love
muscle, and I twitched my prick inside her.
"Willy..." Mindy said, after a while.
"Yeah?"
"I... I want... to ask you something?"
"What?"
"Uh... I've always... wanted to watch."
"You mean...?"
"Yeah," Mindy said. "To see somebody doing it." She
looked up at me out of the corner of her eyes. "I want to watch
you and Susan."
I thought about it. All sorts of objections and
difficulties occurred to me, like where and how. I wasn't sure
how I'd feel, knowing somebody could see. And what about Susan?
Wouldn't it be a violation of her privacy?
"I don't know," I said.
"I'll make you a deal," Mindy said.
"What?"
"You can watch me and Ronnie first."
A vision leaped into my mind of them screwing, of Ronnie's
cock sliding in and out of my sister, of their naked bodies
wrapped around each other. My cock, still buried in Mindy's
cunt, swelled up. She felt it and squeezed me back. There was
no use pretending the idea didn't excite me.
"He's coming over Wednesday afternoon," Mindy said. "I
thought we'd go to the garage. And you could watch like before,
with Johnny."
"I've already seen you once," I said, "and it made me mad."
"Things are different now, aren't they?" she asked, giving
me another squeeze with her pussy to emphasize the point. "And
I'll try to make sure you see it all. It'd be a real turn-on,
wouldn't it?"
I really couldn't argue with that, and Mindy could still
feel my excitement. It wouldn't be like it was Mindy, I told
myself. It would be like watching some other couple fucking. I
couldn't help getting hard again, feeling my cock swell inside
her.
"Then, we'll do it again next week," she said, sealing the
bargain, "with you and Susan."
"Okay," I said reluctantly, mentally crossing my fingers.
We'd see about that later. I was already planning how I'd
rearrange things in the garage to give me a better view of the
planned fuckfest.
9. Garage Revisited
Wednesday morning, just before noon, I went to the garage
and did some rearranging. Since Mindy knew that I was going to
be there, I didn't have to worry about her noticing the changes.
First, I moved the 4x8' sheets of plywood that were leaned
against one wall closer to the old mattresses in the corner. If
I was going to watch, I wanted to be as close as possible.
I draped some old sheets over the open end of the plywood,
leaving a gap in the middle from which I could look out. Then I
turned the mattress 90 degrees so that, instead of the foot
facing toward my intended position, I would have a side view of
anyone lying on it. I also moved the curtains that had enclosed
most of our old "den," placing them so that they sheltered the
mattress from the garage's window and side door but left them
wide open from my side.
Mindy had told me that Ronnie was arriving at two o'clock,
by which time I was settled into my hideout with a bottle of
water, a couple of candy bars, and a magazine. While I waited, I
leafed through the magazine and nibbled on a candy bar, taking an
occasional swig of water.
I had to wait almost 45 minutes before I hear the back door
of the house bang shut. Setting the magazine aside quickly, I
settled into place on the cushion from an old sofa and adjusted
the curtain to leave a gap I could easily see through. I stayed
well back from it so that Ronnie wouldn't see me even if he
looked my way.
The side door of the garage opened, and Mindy came in,
leading Ronnie by the hand. She wearing cutoff jeans and a plaid
cotton blouse, and she had a purse hanging over one shoulder.
Ronnie was wearing his usual jeans and t-shirt. Mindy closed the
door behind them and locked it.
"See," she said. "This is lots better. And Willy won't
come out here if he comes back earlier than I expect him. My
bedroom is just too dangerous."
"Well, I guess so," Ronnie said. "But he already knows
we're making it, I'm sure. It was pretty obvious Saturday
night."
"Maybe, but I like this better," Mindy said, leading Ronnie
to the mattress. "I don't want to confront him. He's my
brother, and he can get protective sometimes."
She sat on the mattress, facing me, and pulled Ronnie down
beside her, setting her purse on the garage floor. He put his
arm around her shoulder and leaned in to kiss her. As the kiss
continued, I saw one of Mindy's eyes peeping past Ronnie's head.
It was open and looking right at me. She winked in my direction,
then closed her eyes and surrendered to the kiss.
As I watched them make out, I wondered about the purse,
which seemed a strange thing for Mindy to bring with her. Why
would she need her purse.
Before long, Mindy and Ronnie were stretched out on the
mattress. Intentionally, I'm sure, Mindy rolled Ronnie to the
farther side, so that he wouldn't block my view. Ronnie ran a
hand up her torso to Mindy's pert, young breasts, squeezing and
kneading them with his strong fingers. She pressed herself up
into his hand, arching her back.
Ronnie didn't waste much time. He moved to the buttons of
Mindy's blouse and began to unfasten them one by one, pausing
after a couple to lower his face to her tits. He licked and
kissed them, running his tongue down into her cleavage and up and
over the tops of her breasts.
Returning to the buttons, Ronnie completed the job, then
pulled the sides open. Mindy half sat up and shrugged it off her
shoulders, then slipped her arms out of the sleeves. Ronnie
pulled it out from behind her and draped it over the bicycle that
stood near their heads.
Mindy was wearing one of those stretch sports bras, which
confused Ronnie for a moment until he realized that there weren't
any fastenings to undo. He grasped the bottom of one of the cups
and lifted it up and over Mindy's tit, the did the same with the
other side. Mindy stretched her arms above her head, and Ronnie
worked the bra up and off her.
Mindy's pale breasts were revealed to his and my view, the
pink nipples erect and poking up into the air. Ronnie leaned in
and licked each of them in turn. Mindy put her arms around his
head and pulled him into her chest.
Inside my hiding place, I figured they were preoccupied
enough to risk a better view. I leaned forward, bring my eyes
almost up to the opening, resting my chin in my hands and
propping my elbows on my legs.
Other than that one wink, Mindy gave no overt sign that she
was aware of my presence. But it soon became apparent to me that
she was acting up, intentionally giving me a show. I began to
suspect it while Ronnie was licking at her tits. Mindy moved her
hands between their bodies and cupped them under her breasts,
offering each in turn to the tongue that lapped at them.
"Ooooh, that feels good, Ronnie," she said. "Suck on them
for me. Ahhh, that's right, baby. Mmmmmmm."
Ronnie slid his hand down over her ribs, across her tummy
and right onto Mindy's crotch. She spread her legs wide to
welcome him, giving me a clear view of his fingers working in her
notch in the process. As Ronnie stroked her pussy through her
shorts, Mindy rocked her hips up and back, enjoying the touch and
helping him work on her lovebox.
When she tired of feeding her tits to Ronnie, Mindy slid
her hands downward and put them both on top of his hand, urging
him to press and manipulate her pussy, using his fingers to
stroke it for herself. She rolled her hips energetically,
moaning softly in response.
"Man, you sure are hot today, babe," Ronnie said.
"God, yes, Ronnie," Mindy replied. "I feel really horny.
I've been thinking about you since Saturday night. I'm in a mood
to fuck."
"Well, I guess I can do something about that," Ronnie said.
"You'd better," Mindy told him, "or I might explode."
Keeping one hand on top of his, she moved the other to the
front of Ronnie's jeans and cupped her palm over his hard-on.
"Oh, baby, that's what I want," she moaned. "I need it
today. I want you to put it in me and screw the hell out of me."
Ronnie could hardly believe his good fortune. This 15-
year-old vixen was the hottest thing he had ever encountered.
Girls might want it as much as guys, but they rarely admitted it,
and never as openly and directly as Mindy. He slid the hand that
was massaging her pussy out from under hers and moved it to the
top button of her shorts.
Mindy's cut-offs were from an old pair of button-fly jeans.
As Ronnie struggled with the buttons down the front, she kept her
hand on her pussy, stroking and manipulating her own crotch.
When he finally unfastened the last button, he slid his fingers
into Mindy's shorts and under her panties. She moaned as they
touched her naked sex, spread her legs wide to give him room, and
pushed her hips up to meet his probing fingers. Her own hand
stayed on top of his, still outside her shorts but pressing his
hand into her crotch and guiding his touch.
As Ronnie slid his fingers in her pussy, Mindy moved her
hands to her waist and began working her shorts down over her
hips. Ronnie pulled his hand away for a moment as she used her
feet to push them the rest of the way down her legs, then kicked
them off, leaving her completely naked.
Mindy draped one leg of the mattress, her legs spread wide
and her body angled to point her pussy toward me. I could see
the slick, red lips like a vertical cut across her crotch,
surrounded by her dark pubic hair. She kept her legs wide as
Ronnie put his hand back on her cunt. I saw him probe for her
love tunnel with his middle finger and watched it slide into her.
"Mmmmmmmm," Mindy moaned, "oh, yes, baby, that feels good!
Push your finger all the way in me, Ronnie. Get it in deeper.
Yes, baby, yes. I like that. I like the way you touch me. Oh,
honey, keep fucking me with your finger."
Mindy let him play with her naked pussy for a while,
letting me watch the show. I knew she was doing it to back me
into a corner. She was going to make me feel like a shit if I
didn't keep my half of the bargain, especially after putting on
such a horny show for me.
After a while, Mindy reached down between her legs with
both hands and slowly pulled Ronnie's finger out of her pussy.
"Oh, honey, that feels so good. But I want to do something
for you, too." She guided Ronnie's hand up to her mouth and
sucked his middle finger into her mouth. Stroking it in and out,
she washed off her own pussy juices with her tongue. "Does that
give you any ideas?" she asked Ronnie, smiling.
Struggling up to a seated position, Mindy pushed on
Ronnie's shoulders, encouraging him to lie back on the bed. She
slid off the mattress and turned to face him, pointing her ass
right at me. Below her firm butt cheeks, I could clearly see the
slot of her pussy, the lips slick and glistening with
lubrication.
"My turn, baby," she told him. "I'm going to suck your
dick for you. Would you like that?"
"Jesus, Mindy, yes!" Ronnie croaked. "I loved the way you
sucked my cock on Saturday."
In a few moments, Mindy had unzipped Ronnie's jeans and
pulled them halfway down his thighs. His cock stood up straight,
curving backward toward his stomach. Mindy took hold of his
hard-on, wrapping her fingers around it, and jacked up and down
on it. Ronnie folded his arms behind his head and watched her
work on him.
Mindy bent forward over his middle. Her back and head
blocked my view, but I could tell from the way she moved that she
had his dick in her mouth and was sliding her lips down over it.
Her head bobbed up and down, twisting slightly from side to side
as she worked on Ronnie's cock. Meanwhile, Mindy wagged her ass
at me, spreading her legs wider to give me a clear view of her
cunt.
After a minute or so, however, she must have realized that
I couldn't see the blowjob she was giving Ronnie. She pulled her
head up and looked at him.
"I've got an idea," Mindy said. "Why don't we both lick
each other at the same time. Scoot up on the bed, baby, and let
me get up there with you."
Obediently, Ronnie slid back on the mattress, stretching
out horizontally, his head toward my right. Mindy climbed up
onto the mattress and swung a leg across him, facing his feet,
with her pussy poised above his face.
Ronnie wrapped his arms around Mindy's hips and pulled his
face up to her, his tongue already extended and wagging in the
air. I could tell when he pushed it into her pussy, because
Mindy pulled her head back, eyes closed and mouth open, and let
out a long moan. Then she dived forward, grabbed Ronnie's cock
and plunged her mouth down onto it.
They worked on each other like that for a while. I could
hear Ronnie slurping and slathering his tongue in Mindy's cunt,
and she rolled and wagged her hips in response, rubbing her pussy
against his face. Meanwhile, she kept running her mouth up and
down Ronnie's thin, backward-curved prick. The slight curve
seemed to let her take more of it into her mouth from this
direction, because she was able to slide down it until it almost
disappeared.
Finally, Mindy pulled her mouth off Ronnie's boner, panting
with exertion and arousal, using her hand to slide up and down
his cock.
"Mmmmmm, baby, that feels so good," she said. "But... hang
on a second." Mindy stretched forward, pulling her pussy away
from Ronnie's mouth, and reached down beside the mattress,
fumbling in her purse. I was stunned when she pulled out a black
vibrator. "I brought a toy for us to play with," she said.
"Here... push this into my pussy, baby. You can fuck me with it
while you're licking my clit."
Ronnie grabbed it from her, a wicked grin on his face. He
guided the tapered end to the entrance of her cunt and, putting
his palm over the end, slowly shoved it into her. Mindy groaned
with delight and lowered her mouth to his cock again.
Pushing and pulling on the plastic penis, Ronnie lay
beneath Mindy's crotch and watched it fuck in and out of her
pussy only inches from his nose. Mindy spread her legs wider to
give him maximum access. I watched her suck on his cock
energetically, using both hand and mouth to stroke and massage
it. Ronnie shifted his grip to the end of the vibrator and
twisted the switch. I could hear it start to hum, sending its
vibrations deep into her middle.
"Oh, jeez, baby!" Mindy cried. "Oh, god! Mmmmmmmm! Oh,
yes! That's wonderful. So good!"
She resumed sucking Ronnie's cock passionately. Her mouth
and fingers formed one long tube that she slid up and down his
straining erection, squeezing and licking and lashing it with her
tongue. Mindy twisted her wrist back and forth as she pumped up
and down his boner. She was moaning almost constantly, now,
which must have felt to Ronnie like he had a vibrator wrapped
around his prick.
Both of them were nearing a feverish peak, both of them
moaning and uttering little cries of passion. Ronnie had
attacked Mindy's clit with his tongue again, licking and nibbling
and probing at the top of her opening. Suddenly, Mindy jerked
her mouth off his cock and pulled her pussy away from his mouth.
The vibrator slipped out of her pussy and dropped onto Ronnie's
chest, his fingers still holding the base.
"Ooooh, baby, I was about to come," Mindy said, looking back
at his glistening face, "and I could tell you were getting close,
too. But I don't want to come this way. I want you inside me."
Ronnie didn't answer, but he clearly agreed because he
started climbing out from beneath Mindy. She moved forward
toward his feet. Ronnie switched off the vibrator and tossed it
down beside them on the mattress.
"Put it into me from behind, baby," Mindy begged. "I want
you to shove that cock all the way into my pussy and fuck me with
it. Come on, Ronnie. Put it in me."
Ronnie grabbed his cock with one hand and moved up behind
Mindy on his knees. He had to push down on his straining boner
to lower it to the target. As it slid between her slick pussy
lips, Mindy raised up to help him guide the glistening prick to
the entrance of her fuck hole. The muscles in Ronnie's ass
tightened as he pushed his cock into her.
As it slid into her tunnel, Mindy swayed her back, raising
her ass higher, guiding his prick into the depths of her pussy.
She pushed herself back toward him with her arms, taking him all
the way in. Ronnie put a hand on each of her hips and began to
push and pull at them, sliding her cunt back and forth on his
cock. Mindy put her head down on the mattress and fucked him
back, moaning and groaning with increasing passion.
Ronnie knelt behind her, pumping his hips back and forth to
slide his prick in and out of Mindy's pussy. His hands rested
lightly on her ass, stroked along the soft cheeks, slid down
around her waist to caress the insides of her thighs. Leaning
forward and supporting himself on one hand, he moved the other to
her belly and down to her snatch, pushing a finger between the
slippery lips to fondle and tweak her clit. Mindy gasped and
drove her cunt back at his invading cockshaft.
Then she rose up on her arms again, and pushed backward
against Ronnie, making him sit back on his heels. Spreading her
thighs wide to push her pussy all the way down onto his cock, she
rolled her hips around on his thighs, working the long, thin
prick inside her channel.
"Baby... do you... want to try... something new?" Mindy
panted.
"What?" Ronnie gasped, his face twisted with growing
passion.
"I want you... I want you to fuck my ass," Mindy said.
"Would you like to stick that hard cock of yours up my butt?"
"God, yes!" Ronnie said. "But... are you sure? I mean...
I've never done that. Have you?"
"Just once," Mindy said. I didn't know if that was true,
even if you counted the two times we had tried it as 'just once.'
"Is it good for you?"
"Oooh, baby, you don't know how good it is," Mindy said.
"I love the way it feels, and I'll bet you will, too."
She raised up and let Ronnie's cock slip out of her pussy.
It was stiffer than ever, almost vibrating with sex-crazed
energy. As she moved forward, Ronnie raised up behind her and
immediately started to poke his boner between Mindy's asscheeks.
"Wait a second, baby," she said, reaching down toward her
purse again. "It's got to be real slick for you to get your cock
in my asshole because it's so tight. I've got some stuff in
here." She pulled out a jar of cold cream.
"Here," she said, handing it back to Ronnie. "Put some of
this on my butthole and poke it up inside me with your finger.
Then put some on your cock. That'll make it good and slippery."
To help him, Mindy lowered her head to the mattress again
and, reaching back with both hands, held her asscheeks wide,
exposing her anal pucker. She had artfully angled her body,
pointing her butt at me so that I could see the tight ring of
brownish flesh just above her pussy.
Ronnie unscrewed the cap of the jar and scooped out a
generous portion of white cream on two fingers. He wiped his
fingers between Mindy's cheeks, transferring it to her butthole.
Then, stiffening his forefinger, he began to poke it into her
back tunnel. His blunt finger probed the tight ring, then slowly
started to penetrate it.
"Easy, honey," Mindy whined. "Go slow until I get used to
having it in there."
Ronnie pulled his finger out and gathered more cream on the
tip, then began to push it slowly into Mindy's butt again. Mindy
froze, her hands pulling her cheeks open wide, as the finger went
in deeper and deeper, past the big middle knuckle and all the way
up her ass.
"Mmmmmmm," she moaned, "do that again."
Ronnie repeated his move, gathering more cream and then
pushing it deep into Mindy's bunghole. She seemed to take it
easily this time, letting out a sigh as the finger pushed into
her depths.
"Oh, baby, you've got no idea how that feels," she gasped.
"Work your finger around in there... that's it... you gotta
stretch it for me... get me relaxed... so I can take your cock up
there. That's right, baby, just like that. Yeah... Mmmmmmm....
Put another finger in me now... I think I can take it...
Slow!... Slow... That's it. Yes... That's right. That feels
good, honey. Work them around... Yessssssss."
Ronnie had two fingers sliding stiffly up Mindy's asstube
now, poking in and out. It looked like he was able to push both
fingers all the way into her. Mindy began to roll her hips
around, clearly enjoying the feeling.
"Okay, baby," she panted, "I think I can take your cock,
now. Be sure to get a lot of cream on it. My tiny little
asshole is gonna have to stretch to take your prick in it. Get
it good and slick."
Ronnie pulled his fingers out of Mindy's butt and scooped
more cold cream out of the jar. He wiped it along the shaft of
his cock, then spread it around, getting it all over his rock-
hard fucktool. Dropping the jar on the mattress, he knee-walked
closer to Mindy's butt, guiding his cock toward the waiting,
twitching assring.
"Go real slow, Ronnie," Mindy begged. "I want it, but
it'll hurt too much if you don't go slow. You gotta give me time
to get used to the size of it. It'll stretch, but you gotta go
slow."
Her hands still holding the cheeks of her ass wide apart,
Mindy waited for Ronnie's cock. He centered the head of his
prick on her tightly clenched pucker and leaned forward.
"Ummmmpf..." Mindy grunted. "Easy, baby."
Ronnie backed off, pointed his cock into the cleft again,
and slowly pressed it into the bud of her asshole. His prick
bent downward like a bow, and Mindy made a long, high sound like
a tortured mouse. Suddenly, Ronnie's cock snapped straight and
the head plunged past her taut opening.
"Aughh!" Mindy cried, "Ow! Jesus, baby, hold it!"
Ronnie froze, his dick just inside Mindy's asshole. Her
face, turned toward me, was pinched up tight in a grimace of
pain, and her clenched fists strained against the mattress.
Gradually, her face relaxed and her hands eased. She let out the
breath she had been holding.
"Ooooh, baby, I didn't think it would hurt like that," she
sighed. "You're so biggg." This was a kind lie. Ronnie's prick
was long, but it was thin.
Mindy rolled her hips slowly, making the head of his cock
move around in her ass. I could tell she was starting to enjoy
it.
"Okay, baby, give me a little more," Mindy said, "but do it
real slow. Just give me a little bit of that big cock at a
time."
Ronnie began to press his prick into Mindy's asshole again,
moving so slowly that I could scarcely see it. But slowly,
millimeter by millimeter, it gradually began to disappear between
the cheeks of her butt, sliding deeper and deeper into her
bottom.
"That's right, honey," she coaxed, "oooh, yeah, just like
that. Real slow, baby. Oh, god, that's so sexy! I can feel it
coming into me, filling me up. Do you like the way it feels?"
"Jeez, Mindy, yes!" Ronnie gasped. "I've never felt
anything like it. Your butt's so tight! It's squeezing me --
ooh, god, I could feel you squeeze my cock then -- it's
incredible, baby. Yeah!"
"Mmmmmmm..." Mindy moaned, "oh... go slow, baby... yes... a
little more... a little more. Oh, god, that's so sexy. It feels
like your shoving a pole up my asshole. Is it all the way in
yet?"
Ronnie looked down between them and smiled.
"Sorry, babe," he said, "but that's only half of it.
You've got a lot more to take."
"Oh, god," Mindy moaned, puffing out several quick breaths.
"Okay... I guess... but slow, please. A little more... that's
it... okay, a little more... Oh my god!... easy... yes... a
little more... Ohhhhhh!"
Gradually, Ronnie sank more and more of his cock between
Mindy's asscheeks and into her rear tunnel. As he pushed
forward, she was slowly rotating her butt around and around in a
circle, helping him slip past the tightly clenched rosebud and
into her asshole. I could only see a small section of Ronnie's
prick, now. What remained outside her was hidden between her
cheeks.
"Almost..." Ronnie panted. "Just a little more, baby. Here
it comes, now. I'm almost in there." He shifted his hands from
the top of her ass to her hipbones and began to pull back on them
while pushing forward with his pubic mound.
"Eeeeeeeee..." whined Mindy, "ohjesuschristalmighty!
Oooooooh... oooooooh... I can feel it... I can feel your hair on
my ass. Get it in, Ronnie. Get it in all the way. Ah... Ah...
Ahhhhhhh!"
Ronnie tugged with his hands and bumped with his pelvis,
forcing the last little bit of his long cock up Mindy's asstube.
"You've got it, Mindy," he crowed, "You've got the whole
thing. Oh, god, baby. What a feeling. It's incredible. Do you
like it?"
"God, yes!" she answered. "Oh, it's all the way up inside
my tummy. God, you're so deep in my asshole. It's stretching
me, and it's soooo deep. Start humping me, baby, slowly. Start
sliding it in and out, now. Go easy! Oh! Oh my god! Yes!
Just like that. Fuck me, Ronnie. Fuck my ass!"
He pulled back out of Mindy's butt slowly until just the
tip of his cock was still clenched in the tight ass pucker and
then pushed slowly back into her again, sliding it deeper and
deeper.
"Like that, baby?" Ronnie asked through clenched teeth.
"Is that what you wanted? Do you like the way it feels? I'm
gonna fuck it all the way up inside you again. Do you like
that?"
"Mmmmmmmm, yes," Mindy groaned. "Your cock feels so good
in there. When it slides in, it's... it's incredible. Bury it
in my ass, honey. Push it in there. Yes! Oh my god! So good!
Fuck me a little harder, baby. I can take it now. Fuck it in my
ass, baby. Give it to me."
Ronnie began to move with more authority, drawing back and
then pushing his prick forward strongly, shoving it all the way
into Mindy's asshole in one long slide. She was fucking him
back, now, not just holding still for his thrusts. She rocked
back and forth, helping him drag his cock out and then stuff it
back up her butthole and into her depths. Ronnie started
snapping his hips forward on the instroke, driving his prick into
her, making a faint slapping sound when his thighs met her
asscheeks.
They fucked like that for a minute or more, stroking each
other strongly, a little harder and a little faster as time
passed. Soon Ronnie's butt was flying back and forth as he
pumped his dick into Mindy's asshole. I could hear the slap-
slap-slap as he pounded into her butt. Ronnie was grunting with
growing passion, and Mindy was moaning almost constantly when she
suddenly stopping fucking and put her hand back on Ronnie's thigh
to stop him.
"Wait a second, baby, don't come yet," she said. "I've got
an idea. Just a second."
Mindy groped around on the mattress until her fingers
finally encountered the vibrator. She wrapped both hands around
it, her weight resting on her knees and the side of her face, and
pointed the tip toward her middle.
She pushed back, taking Ronnie's cock all the way back up
into her asshole. Guiding the vibrator to her pussy, she began
to press it up inside her front fuckslot. Ronnie clung to her
hips, holding on, his eyes closed in concentration.
"Can you feel it?" Mindy asked. "It's so tight! Can you
feel it sliding into my pussy, baby? It's right under your cock.
Oh, it's so tight in there. Is it making it tighter for you?
Oh, god, it's like having two cocks in me at once. Oooh...
oooh... mmmmmmmm..."
Ronnie was frozen into position, but I saw a shudder pass
from his shoulders down through his middle and onward to his
knees. Mindy was arching her back to align her cunt as best as
she could with the slowly entering vibrator. She was pushing up
with both hands, pressing it deeper and deeper into her pussy.
"God, Mindy, I can feel it," Ronnie groaned. "It feels
like another cock in you. Yes, it's tight. It was already
tight, but now it's even tighter. God, what a feeling!"
"Fuck me again," Mindy ordered. "It's all the way in me,
now. Come on, baby. Feed me that big cock of yours. Give it to
me again. Yes, like that! Isn't it tight, baby? Awwwwww, yes!
So good!"
Ronnie was fucking faster now, his hips again pulling back
and then shooting forward as he drove his cock up Mindy's
butthole. Mindy held the vibrator in her pussy with one hand,
using her other arm to ease the pressure on her face as Ronnie
drove her forward and down with his lunges. He groaned, and
somehow I knew he was getting close to cumming.
Mindy sensed it, too. With a twist of her wrist, she
turned the vibrator on to maximum speed. I could hear the sound,
louder and faster than before, humming away inside her pussy.
"Jesus!" cried Ronnie, and began to flail back and forth,
slapping his cock into Mindy's asshole, then jerking back and
driving it forward into her again. "Oh, god, Mindy, that's gonna
make me come!"
"Go on, baby," she urged. "Do it! Come in me. I want to
feel your cum shoot up my ass. Fuck me! Come on! Fuck me
harder! That's it. Shoot it, baby. Cream me! Give me your
cum, baby! I want it! I want it up the ass! Come on! Come in
me!"
Mindy was crying, just on the verge of cumming herself.
Her words became unintelligible, just inarticulate whines and
moans and breathy exclamations.
"Ahhhhh, FUCK!" Ronnie cried, "I'm CUMMMMMING!" He slammed
his cock in and out of Mindy's asshole, again and again and
again. Then he pitched forward, hunching his back over Mindy's,
pressing his prick deep up her butt. Mindy was twitching and
jerking and throwing her ass around, crying out as she joined
him.
"Ohhh... Ohhh... Awwwwww... Ah... Ah... YES!" she cried,
"Shoot it in me, baby. Come in me! I'm coming! I'm coming,
too! Yes! Ahhh! Ahhh! FUCK! FUCK IT! Give it to me! FUCK!"
The two of them were frozen for a moment as their orgasms
peaked. Then, slowly, Mindy's knees slid out from under her, and
the two of them sank to the mattress, Ronnie stretched across her
back, his cock still buried deep in her asshole. I could still
hear the hum of the vibrator, louder now that they were quiet,
until Mindy pulled it out and turned the switch. They both lay
there, gasping for breath, slowly coming down from what appeared
to be a monster orgasm.
"Whew!" said Ronnie, after a while. "That was really
something."
"God, yes," Mindy agreed. "That was great, baby, just
great! I love the way you fuck me."
In my hideaway, I was sitting there stunned. For long
minutes I had been completely unaware of myself, my location. In
my mind, I had been on that mattress with them, sharing the sex,
getting more and more aroused, inching toward orgasm. Suddenly,
it was over, and I was sitting alone in my wooden tepee, just me
and a terrific erection that I had absolutely no use for at the
moment.
I wanted to jack off. I wanted to leap out screaming,
throw myself on Mindy, and fuck the shit of her. I wanted to
fuck. I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry.
What I did was sit there quietly, my hard-on slowly fading,
while Ronnie and Mindy went through the aftermath of their
lovemaking: embraces and kisses, clean up, pulling on their
clothes, straightening the covers on the mattress, more hugs and
kisses, a last look around. They slipped out the door and were
gone.
I crawled out of my hidey-hole, stiff from the long time in
one position and from the constant tensing of muscles in empathy
with what I witnessed. I was as tired as -- perhaps tireder than
-- if I had been one of the participants.
Walking around in the garage working the stiffness out of
my legs and restoring circulation to my butt, I thought about
what I had just seen. It had been better than but something like
a porno flick, I thought. Exciting, sexy as hell, but ultimately
maddening and disappointing. It had left me all revved up with
no place to go.
I thought about going up to the house but decided not to
chance it. I didn't trust my ability to play-act around those
two. If Ronnie was still there, I might jump him out of
frustration. If it was just Mindy, I might jump her instead.
But it was getting late, and Dad would be home soon.
I waited more than half an hour before I slipped out of the
garage's side door and out of the back gate. I sauntered around
the block and arrived at our house from the front. There was no
one home.
10. Turn About Is Fair Play
Nervously, I turned the knob on the garage door and pushed
it open, then let Susan enter in front of me. She glanced
around, taking the place in. The double mattress in the corner
was just barely visible from the center of the garage. I tried
not to look toward the sheets of plywood along the wall where
Mindy was hiding.
"Cool!" Susan said.
I shut the door behind us, remembering to lock it. Then I
took Susan's hand and led her to the mattress. We sat down
together.
"Like I said," I said, "this used to be... well, we called
it the den, but it was sort of like a clubhouse. My friends used
to come over and we'd hang out in here."
Susan bounced up and down on the mattress.
"So all this got used for was boys?" she asked. "You never
had any girls over?"
"Well, Mindy sometimes," I said. "And she'd have her
friends over. But, no, we guys didn't have girls in here with
us, not in our club. We didn't like girls then."
Susan grinned at me. "I guess things have changed."
"Yeah," I said. "Just a little."
She leaned in toward me, closing her eyes and offering her
lips up for a kiss. Self-consciously, I lowered my lips to hers
and gave her what she wanted.
It had taken me a couple of days to finally decide to honor
my agreement with Mindy. She had to get pissed off, first. She
made it absolutely clear that I'd never touch her again if I
didn't keep my bargain. My hesitation was more embarrassment
than unwillingness, and I eventually agreed.
We had set it up for the next Wednesday, when Mom would
again be gone at her bridge club. I'd gone out with Susan on
Saturday, but we had no car and no chance to do anything more
than kiss, with a little groping thrown in when we walked down an
alley on the way home. When I'd suggested Wednesday, Susan had
quickly agreed.
Soon after she had arrived, we were kissing on the living
room sofa. Susan didn't wait for me to make a suggestion.
"Why don't we go up to your room?" she asked.
"Well... I'm not sure when Mindy's coming home," I said.
"But we could go out to the garage. There's a neat place out
there."
"Any place," Susan said, looking up at me through half-
closed eyes. Boldly, she put her hand on my prick and petted it.
"Just as long as I get some of this."
"I guarantee it," I said. I took her hand and led her
through the house and out the back door.
Once we were on the mattress, things moved pretty fast.
While I was kissing her, Susan slid her hand up my thigh and put
her hand on my cock. Then she unzipped my jeans and, using both
hands, managed to pull my hard-on out through the slit. She
stroked it up and down, sometimes with one hand and sometimes
with both.
I ran my hand up under her knit top and played with her
tits while I shoved my tongue deep into her mouth. Then I pushed
the top up over those enormous mounds and kissed the tops all
over, running my tongue down into the deep valley between them.
Susan's chest heaved as she became more and more aroused,
and when she took a deep breath, it was something to see. I ran
my hands around behind her back and, after a struggle, released
both the hooks of her bra. I pulled the ends out as I worked my
hands out from behind her, then pushed her bra cups up and over
her tits, revealing their coral tips. Quickly, I lowered my
mouth and sucked on her already erect nipples. Susan moaned in
response, and pushed her chest up to me, burying my face in her
soft breast.
She was still stroking my rock-hard cock. I slid my hand
down between her thighs and cupped her pussy. I could feel the
warmth through her shorts. Pressing in with my fingers, I
massaged her slot. Susan's hips began to move in response,
rolling around and pressing upward against my hand.
She let go of my prick and rapidly unbuttoned and unzipped
her shorts. Grabbing my hand by the wrist, she guided my fingers
into her pants, lifting the elastic waist of her panties to slide
my fingers inside and down to her snatch. She was already very
wet there. I slipped a finger between the lips and into her fuck
hole, which caused an even deeper groan of passion.
"Jesus, Willy, I'm so hot," Susan said. "Ever since we
made love, I haven't been able to think of anything else. I
even... even got myself off a couple of days ago, but it didn't
help much. I wanted this..." -- she had her hands on my cock
again -- "not a substitute. I wanted you to fuck me again."
"Well," I breathed in her ear, "you're in luck. That's
just what we're going to do."
"God, yesssss," she hissed. "I want it. I'm dying for
you. I keep imagining the way it will feel when you put it in
me. Don't wait. Let's do it now."
Susan let go of my prick and began to push her shorts down
over her hips. I pulled my hand out of her panties and
unfastened my own pants. For a moment, I had forgotten that
Mindy was watching us from the shadows, and I hesitated briefly
before pushing my jeans and underwear down over my butt.
Mindful of my audience, now, I knelt on the mattress near
Susan's shoulder and, pointing her legs at Mindy's hiding place,
I spread her thighs wide. For a moment, I let my hand play about
her middle, rolling a fingertip around and around on her clit,
slipping a finger between the lips of her pussy, and plunging it
all the way into Susan's hot, wet cunt. Then I bent down and
plunged my head between her thighs.
"Awwwwwww," she gasped, "oh, honey, that feels so good."
Susan pushed her head between my thighs, reached up to grasp my
rampant hard-on, and guided it between her lips. She lifted her
head and took most of it into her sucking, clutching mouth. Her
lips clamped down tight and slid up and down my cock. Then she
let her head fall back on the mattress, allowing my hard-on to
slide out of her mouth.
"Come on, Willy, I can't take any more of this. I want you
to put it in me."
That was fine with me. I lifted my head from between her
thighs and spun around on the mattress, shifting my knees between
her legs one at a time. Susan pushed her knees up so that her
feet were flat on the bed, holding her knees wide apart to give
my easy access to her middle.
"Do you have a rubber?" she asked.
I don't think it would have stopped her if I had said no,
but I slid my hand down between the mattress and the wall and
pulled out the foil packet I had hidden there earlier. Fumbling
in my haste, I tore it open and pulled out the rolled circle of
latex. I centered it on the head of my cock and worked it down
the shaft. Susan ran her hand down it toward the base, smoothing
out the rubber as I went. Then she grabbed me with both hands
and pulled me toward her pussy.
I moved forward, pushing my pelvis toward Susan's waiting
gash. While I watched, she guided the head of my prick between
the lips, paused briefly to slide it up and down in her slot,
then pressed down and centered it in the opening of her cunt.
Despite her tightness that clung to and resisted my
invading shaft, Susan was so wet that I pressed all the way into
her pussy in one slow, penetrating slide. As my cock dived into
her fuck channel, Susan let go of it and put both her arms around
my neck. She was looking down between us, watching my prick
disappear into her pussy. When I hit bottom, she let her head
fall back, eyes closed.
"Awwwwww, yes," she whispered. "That's what I wanted. Oh,
Willy, you feel so good inside me. Your cock is so big, baby,
it's stretching my pussy. But it feels soooo good. Fuck me,
now, honey. Feed me that cock. That's it, baby. Oh, yes, just
like that."
I slid my prick slowly in and out of her a few times,
making sure it was well lubricated, then began to stroke her more
forcefully, shoving forward to bump against her mound, then
drawing back almost all the way before pushing my cock into her
pussy again. The tight grip of her fuck channel around my shaft,
clasping my entire length as I slid in and out of her, was
extremely exciting. I could feel Susan tighten around me each
time I drew back, making the narrow tube clutch at me and try to
keep me from sliding out. She relaxed her grip as I pushed
forward again, but her tight, teenage fucktube resisted my entry
enough to make it erotically thrilling.
Susan lifted her legs and wrapped them around my back,
lifting her ass off the mattress slightly so that she could
rotate her hips freely around and around, helping me slide in and
out of her pussy by tightening and relaxing her leg muscles.
Then she pulled me tightly against her, trapping my cock deep up
inside her, my mound pressed against hers, and rolled her hips
around and around, grinding me against her clit.
"Oh, Willy, I'm so hot," Susan panted. "You feel so good
inside me. Ah! Ah! Awwwww! Yes, baby! You're gonna make me
come already. I'm so horny. Feed it to me! Rub me. Yes, like
that, baby! Oh, yes! Oh, yes! I can feel it. It's gonna make
me... it's gonna... oh, shit, baby, I'm CUMMMMMMING!"
With a squeal, Susan began to jerk and shudder, her hips
moving convulsively. She was grunting and moaning and panting
for breath, her eyes squeezed tightly shut, her pussy clamping
and shuddering around my cock. Finally, she collapsed against
the mattress, her legs releasing their hold around me and falling
to the sides, her arms flopping straight out as if she had been
crucified. I had not come, and I stroked slowly in and out of her
pussy, feeling her little shudders as her orgasm continued to
flare up and gradually die down.
"Oooooh, Willy, I really needed that," Susan said when she
finally regained her breath. "I wanted you so bad I couldn't
think straight the past couple of days. Thanks, baby!"
"My pleasure," I said with a grin. Susan raised her
head and kissed me several times on the cheek.
"Well," she said, "speaking of your pleasure, I don't think
you came, did you?"
"No," I said, "but I had a lot of fun watching you. And
we've still got plenty of time."
"Anything you want, baby," Susan whispered. "I'll do
anything you want. Do you want me to suck your cock and make you
come that way?"
"Well..." I said, beginning to think I might be able to
repay Mindy in the same coin.
"What?" Susan said, pulling her head back so that she could
look me in the eye. "I wasn't kidding, Willy. Don't be shy.
Tell me what you want. I want to do it for you."
"Well," I said, "uh... have you ever done it ...behind?"
"Of course," Susan said. "Let me turn over, baby."
"No..." I said, "I mean... in the back... in your butt?"
Susan hesitated briefly, then her whole body shuddered.
"No," she said, "but it sounds sexy as hell. Have you done it?
I mean, is it really possible?"
"Once," I said. "Yeah, it's possible, but you have to go
real slow at first. I gotta tell you, it may hurt some,
especially the first time. You're so tight back there. But it's
okay after you get used to it."
"God," said Susan, shuddering again, "that sounds really
wild. The thought of that big prick of yours in my butt is
really sexy. I didn't think... I mean, I was wishing the other
day that I was still a... you know, a virgin... so that I could
give that to you. I never thought about this, though. I'm still
a virgin there. And I want you to have it."
"Are you sure?"
"Come on, Willy, let's do it right now. I want you to fuck
me there. I want to do it with you, baby. Fuck my virgin ass."
I raised up on my knees, pulling my hard-on out of Susan's
pussy. Her hands slid down her thighs to her snatch and began to
stroke it.
"Turn over," I said. "Let me get behind you."
While Susan rolled over and clambered up onto her hands and
knees, I reached behind the mattress again and pulled out a jar
of cold cream I had bought the previous week. As I unscrewed the
top and dipped my fingers into it, I glanced over my shoulder.
Through the slit in the fabric that was draped over the nearby
sheets of plywood, I caught a glimpse of an eye. Mindy had moved
up close to the slot and was watching us closely. I couldn't
help grinning.
Meanwhile, Susan was turning to look at me. She saw the
jar of cold cream in one hand and the gob on the fingers of my
other.
"Is that to make it slicker?" she asked.
"Yeah," I said. "Hold on while I grease you up."
Setting down the jar, I used my thumb and fingers to spread
the cheeks of her ass. Her brown pucker was revealed, nestled at
the bottom of a short tunnel. I slid my fingers between the
cheeks and transferred the cold cream onto her anus.
"Ooooh," Susan squealed, "that's cold." She wagged her
hips back and forth playfully, letting me know it wasn't really a
complaint. Gently, I ran my middle finger up and down in the
crack of her ass, letting her get used to being touched in that
private part. Then I centered my middle finger on the tight rose
and pressed inward. I could feel her tighten to resist the
pressure.
"Relax, baby," I said. "The whole idea is to relax as much
as possible. You've got to let me in."
Susan lowered her head to the mattress, making her butt
stick up high. She closed her eyes. I pressed my finger against
her asshole again, and this time I was able to slide it in.
There was resistance from her virgin butthole, but I could tell
that she was not resisting.
Keeping my finger in her butt up to the first knuckle, I
began to roll my finger around, pressing against the tightly
clenched muscle, stretching it and helping her relax. When she
seemed comfortable with this, I pushed my finger to the second
knuckle and repeated the process.
"Wow," said Susan, her eyes still closed. "That feels
really strange. I've never had anything in there before."
"Does it feel good?" I asked.
"Well... yes, I guess it does," Susan said. "I mean, it's
not like my pussy. It's... it's sexy, though. Put your finger
in farther. I want to feel what it's like."
I pushed my finger all the way into her butt and began to
work it around. Then I slid my thumb into her pussy. It slipped
right in. I pressed my finger and thumb together and rubbed the
thin wall of flesh that separated her two passages.
"Ummmmm," Susan groaned. "Oh, yeah, baby. That feels
good. I didn't think it would, but it does." I felt her hand
come up and brush mine. She was rubbing her pussy from the
front.
I slid my fingers out of her ass and cunt and, picking up
the cold cream jar, got another gob which I applied to her little
brown hole. I positioned myself so that Mindy would have a clear
view of what I was doing. Holding my first and middle fingers
close together, I slowly pressed them into her anal passage,
turning them from side to side.
"Ow, careful," Susan said. "That's really tight, baby."
I held my fingers just inside the opening, working them
back and forth and around and around. Susan let out a sigh and
relaxed. I pressed forward gently but insistently, wedging my
fingers into her opening. Gradually, they penetrated her asshole
and slid up her rectum. My thumb was once again in her pussy,
sliding in that tight channel, although it seemed looser in
contrast.
"Awwwww, god!" Susan moaned. "I don't believe it! That
feels so goddamn sexy, Willy. Ooooh, yes! Your fingers feel so
good up in there. I never thought it would."
"Wait until you feel my prick in there," I said.
"Ooooh, yes, do it," Susan said. "Go ahead, baby. Put it
in me!"
I pulled my fingers out her slowly and scooped up some more
cold cream to lather my cock, which was projecting straight out
from my belly like a rubber-sheathed steel rod. I wrapped my
hand around my prick and jacked it up and down a few times,
coating the condom with the cream. Susan, meanwhile, had raised
up onto her hands and knees. She was looking back over her
shoulder at me and waggling her hips.
"Go ahead, baby, sink it in me," she said. "I want it. I
want you to be the first to put a cock in my ass. I know it's
going to hurt, but I want it anyway. Come on, honey. Fuck me in
the ass."
"I'll go slow," I told Susan. "I don't want it to hurt
you. Let me know if it gets too much. I'll stop and let you get
used to it. We just have to go slow. And then you'll see. I
know you'll like it."
"I like it already," Susan said. "Your fingers felt so
good in my butt, I couldn't believe it. Can I...? Can I come
this way?"
"Sure," I said. "Sure you can come. Just like the other
way."
"Oh, not like the other way," Susan said. "Maybe better,
maybe not, but not like the other way. Nothing feels like having
your cock in my pussy, baby. That's the best."
I wasn't going to argue. I was going to stick my cock up
Susan's ass whether it felt better or worse. We had gone to far
to go back now. And Susan wanted me to do it, regardless of what
felt better.
"Do it now," she said. "Come on. Put your cock in there.
I want it. I want to know what it feels like. Fuck me in the
ass, honey. Fuck my ass with your big, thick cock."
My big, thick cock was well coated with cold cream and
ready for action. I inched forward on my knees, nudging forward
with the head of my prick. The head and shaft slid sensuously
between the cheeks of her ass. I put both my hands on her butt
with my thumbs stretching into the crack of Susan's ass and
pulled the cheeks apart. Using my hips to guide it, I moved the
head of my prick around until it rested on her butthole, which
was surrounded by white cream and leaking more out of the tight
little crinkle.
Letting go with one hand, I wrapped around it around my
cock and pressed forward. The nipple tip of the rubber bent
under and the head of my cock began to move inward against the
tight ring of her butthole.
"Oh! Oh!" Susan cried. "Easy, baby! My God! It's so
big!"
"Just relax, Susan," I panted, sliding my other arm around
her waist. "Push out! Relax. This is the hardest part."
Stiffening my cock with one hand, I pushed forward with my
hips while pulling back on her waist. Susan threw her head back
and groaned "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," as the large head of my dick
pushed open her tight anal passage and popped through it to the
other side.
"Auggggh!" Susan cried. "Oh, Jesus, baby!
Stop! It's too big!"
I froze, and my arm held Susan to me so that she couldn't
pull away. "Jeeeeeezzzzz!" she hissed. "Oh what a motherfucking
wad that is! Is that your cock or your fist?"
Susan slowly lowered her head to the mattress, her rump
held high by my arm. I put a hand down on the bed, my body
hunched over her back. We stayed in the position for a long
time. I wasn't getting any deeper into her, but the head of my
cock was in her back tunnel. I waited.
After a while, Susan heaved a sigh. I could feel her
relax.
"Damn," she said. "That hurt like hell. Shit, losing my
cherry was nothing compared to that." She took several quick
breaths. "Is it all the way in?"
I laughed. "No, baby. Just the head is in. There's a lot
more to go."
"You're kidding!" Susan said. "Just the head? Oh,
Christ!"
"Just relax, baby," I told her. "The rest is a lot easier.
The head was the worst part because it's the biggest around.
You'll see."
I shifted position, rising up on my knees and putting both
my hands on her butt again. I spread her asscheeks apart and
looked at where my cock was joined to her body. The tight ring
of her asshole was clenched around the shaft of my prick just
below the head. It was stretched wide and thinned to a light,
rosy-tan color.
"I'm gonna put more of it in, now," I warned Susan. "I'll
go real slow. But you stop me if it gets to be too much."
Very, very slowly, I began to press my cock deeper into her
anal channel. The tight ring almost disappeared first, then a
little bit of my prick disappeared into Susan's butt. When I had
gone maybe half an inch, I relaxed the inward pressure and drew
back slightly, then slowly pressed forward again.
"Awwwwwww," Susan moaned as I slid deeper and deeper. "Ah,
baby, that feels so strange! Ooooh, slow!" Her breath hissed in
between her teeth. "Oooooh, Christ almighty! Easy, baby."
But I had my cock buried half way in her ass and I was not
going to stop no matter what. Slowly but surely, I pressed
deeper and deeper up Susan's butt. She groaned and moved forward
to relieve the pressure, but I followed her and kept it up. My
prick slid deeper.
"It's so goddamn big!" she cried. "I can feel it all the
way up inside me. Oh, baby, don't stop. Come on. Give me
more."
I watched as my cock slowly disappeared up Susan's butt.
The feeling was incredible. Her tight asshole was like a metal
ring that was just barely big enough for me to squeeze through.
Behind it was a narrow, smooth tube of flesh that was wrapped
tightly around my cock. It felt like she had a hand up inside
her that was clenching my intruding dick.
It was almost all the way up her ass. I grabbed Susan's
hips and pulled her back onto my cock, spreading the cheeks of
her ass as I buried it into her to the hilt.
"Auggggh!" Susan cried, "Oh, hold it a minute. It's so
deep! God, what a pole! It's in me all the way, isn't it? You
got it, didn't you, baby? You got my ass cherry! Ohhhhhh, jeez!
That's incredible! I never felt anything like it."
Holding her against me by her waist, I rotated my hips,
feeling my cock roll around inside Susan's rectum. She groaned
but made no effort to pull away. I worked my prick back and
forth in her channel, moving just a little in and out. Each time
I pushed in, Susan grunted.
"Do you like that, Susan?" I asked. "Do you like the feel
of my cock in your ass?"
"Yesssss," she breathed. "Oh, god, yes! It's sooo sexy,
baby. I can feel you so deep inside me."
She pushed up on her hands and knees again, her head
hanging down. Experimentally, she inched forward, then forced
her butt back onto my prick. She rolled her hips in a circle,
then repeated her in-and-out move.
"Yessss," she hissed, "yesssss! It feels good. It doesn't
hurt any more, baby. It feels good! God, it's so sexy!"
Leaning on one hand, she reached back between her legs and
cupped my balls, then moved her hand forward and stroked her own
pussy.
"You can fuck me now," she said. "It doesn't hurt any
more. Oh, no. It doesn't hurt at all. It feels wonderful!
Fuck me, Willy. Give it to me! Fuck my ass, baby! I like it!
Oh, yes, like that. Slow and steady, honey. Fuck me in the
ass."
Lowering her head to the mattress again, Susan reached back
with her other hand. Again, she cupped my balls briefly, then
moved the hand to her snatch. I couldn't see what she was doing,
but I could tell that she was working on her own pussy.
I began to push in and out of her ass with more authority,
sliding almost all the way back and then pushing my cock back up
her butt. Her tight back channel clung to my prick. The anal
ring stretched outward when I pulled back, then almost
disappeared inside her as I shoved forward to bury my dick in her
ass again.
"Oh, god, Willy, harder! Fuck me harder, baby! Yes!
That's it. Shove your cock up my ass. Awwwwwww! Yes, baby,
yes! Give it to me, honey. Yes, like that! Fuck my ass!"
I was driving my cock up her butt, now, slamming my hips
forward and then raking them back. My prick sawed in and out of
her ass, sliding back and forth through her tight anal ring,
plunging and retreating in her ass channel.
"Let your legs down," I told her. "Slide down." Susan
slowly let her knees slide backward, her hands still beneath her
busily manipulating her pussy and clit. I laid flat on her back
and then, arms around her hips, rolled over onto my back with
Susan on top of me. Her own weight, now, forced her ass down and
onto my prick. Susan bent her knees, her hands still fondling
her middle, and began to lift her hips and relax, raising her
butt up and down, fucking herself in the ass on my stiff
cockshaft.
"Oh, god," she cried, shuddering. "I think I'm going to
come again. Are you ready to come, baby?"
"Yesss," I hissed beneath her.
"Do you like fucking my ass, Willy?" she cried. "Do you
like the way I fuck you with my ass?" She bounced up and down to
illustrate. "Does that feel good, baby? Come on. Come with me.
I want to feel your cum shoot in my ass!"
That wasn't going to be a problem. The feel of Susan's
tight ass channel sliding up and down my cock, the feel of her
soft, firm ass cheeks pressing against me as she rolled her hips
around, making my prick circle and slide inside her butt was
rapidly pushing me toward the edge that I had so far avoided.
Now, I didn't care. I was going to come in her ass.
"Yes," I hissed, "I'm going to come in your ass, baby. I'm
getting very close, now. I can feel it coming."
"Oh, god, Willy, me too! You're going to make me come
again. It feels so go in there. Feed it to me! Give me your
cock! I want it!"
She began to bounce up and down harder, lifting her hips up
high and then dropping her weight onto me, jamming my cock up
her ass, faster and faster. "I want it! I want it! Ah...
hhh... FUCK!"
I knew Susan was cumming, and I was cumming, too. The jism
shot out of my balls and spurted up the shaft of my prick into
her ass, where it was trapped by the rubber than still sheathed
my spasming cock flesh.
"Arrrrrrgh!" I shouted, jamming my prick up into her ass as
far as possible. "Jesus, YES, baby! Ahhhh! Ahhhh!" Susan fell
off to one side, unable to keep her balance on top of me. She
folded at the middle, pushing her butt back to keep me trapped
deeply inside it. Her hands continued to whip up and down at her
pussy, and her body twitched and jerked as spasm after spasm shot
through her. I clung to her waist, pulling her ass back against
my groin.
Finally, we both collapsed limply. I roused myself enough
to snuggle my chest against Susan's back and cup her tits in my
hand. She rubbed her back against me briefly, but then fell limp
again and lay there for long moments, panting to get her breath
and slowly calming down.
After a while, she twisted her shoulders and looked back at
me out of the corner of her eye, an exhausted smile on her face.
"Willy, that was the best ever!" she said faintly. "Two
cums in one day, and that last one was a killer!"
"You liked it, huh?" I said, nuzzling her neck.
"God, yes, honey. I never felt anything like that before.
Was it good for you? Did you like fucking my virgin asshole?"
"There are no words to describe it," I said. "You're so
hot, baby. You're the best!"
Slowly, my hard-on withered until it could no longer stay
in Susan's tight back channel. She tried to squeeze me and hold
me in but only succeeded in spitting my cock out, which made us
both laugh.
I was suddenly conscious of our spectator again. I was
looking across Susan's body right at her hiding place, but Mindy
must have moved back away from the gap in the drape, because I
could see no sign of her. I lay there a while behind Susan,
massaging her breasts with my hands, giving Mindy a final show.
After a while, I pretended to collect myself, raising up on
one elbow and looking at my watch.
"Jesus, Susan!" I said. "It's almost four o'clock. Mindy
will be home soon. We'd better get dressed."
Reluctantly, we sat up and began to pull on our clothes. I
stripped off the rubber first and padded across the garage to
stuff it down into a trash can under some other things. Still, I
had fewer things to put on than Susan, and we finished dressing
at about the same time.
With Susan's help, I quickly straightened the covers on the
mattress. I made a last check around the room, picking up the
jar of cold cream and the rubber's shredded foil container. I
added the latter to the bottom of the trash can on the way out.
As I went out the side door of the garage, Susan in front
of me, I looked back toward Mindy's hiding place. I had to
stifle a laugh. Her hand was sticking through the slit, her
thumb and finger joined in an emphatic OK sign.
11 - Mindy's Story
I was 14 the first time I let a boy go all the way with me.
It was Eddie Vance who did the dirty deed. Bless his little
hard-on. God, we were so innocent.
Like any schoolgirl these days, I already knew the gory
details of sex in theory at least. Health education and
scuttlebutt had seen to that. I even knew about blowjobs and
getting licked, sort of, although we girls all agreed that it was
maximally yukky.
I'd discovered my love bump more than a year before, thanks
to some hints from friends. Actually, I'd discovered it on my
own while taking a bath, but my original reaction was alarm - I
thought something was wrong. Once I realized it was natural for
that part of me to get all tingly, I would play with it at night,
usually by pressing a pillow between my legs and rubbing up
against it.
When Eddie and I first started hanging around together, I
never thought it would go so far. I was still determined to hang
onto my cherry for the forseeable future. My daydream was to save
it for my senior prom. I thought that would make a good
graduation present for me, a marking of the transition from
schoolgirl to adult. I saw no reason to be in any big hurry.
But Eddie was real cute and, as our relationship developed,
my attitude gradually changed. At first, I wouldn't let him
touch me. Well, I mean I wouldn't let him put his hands on me.
There was plenty of indirect touching, of course.
My tits pressed against him every time we hugged and
kissed. I was pretty shy about it, at first. When my titties had
begun to sprout almost two years before, I was very self-
conscious about them. Even when I hugged my Dad, I would bend at
the waist and lean forward in an awkward effort to keep from
touching him with my chest. And I avoided wearing anything tight
or revealing.
But, as time passed, I grew used to having tits. There was
no use trying to hide them after the first year or so, because
they grew to a size that made them obvious under even loose tops.
While less than humongous, they certainly jutted out from my
chest far enough to make the boys take notice. I could see their
eyes -- almost feel their eyes -- as they ran them over my body.
When they talked to me, their eyes would keep drifting down to
look at my boobies. And points south.
After a while, I got more used to it, though, and grew
proud of my figure, especially my tits. I started wearing
tighter tops -- sweaters, halters, tubetops. I bought my first
bikini just after I turned 14 and spent hours in my room looking
at myself in the mirror.
So when Eddie and I started kissing and fooling around, I
was a little hesitant at first but soon grew accustomed to
pressing my chest against him. In fact, I quickly got to like
it. And so did he.
The first time he touched one of my tits with his hand was
at the movies, of course. Practically every boy, I think, must
try the same move. He had put his arm across the back of my seat
and, as the movie progressed, he moved it down around my
shoulders. After a while, he slid his arm around my neck and his
hand down (oh so casually) just next to my breast. I could feel
the warmth of it, almost touching. I half-expected a spark of
electricity to jump between them, from finger to nipple.
Then (oh so casually), Eddie turned to kiss me, pulling me
toward him with his arm, which just happened to make his hand
brush the outside of my tit. As quickly as I felt the pressure
it was gone, and there was nothing to object to, really. But as
he continued to squeeze me to him, his hand drifted back and
pressed more firmly at the side of my tit, and this time it
stayed there until I shrugged away. I broke away from Eddie's
kiss, reached across my chest, took his hand, and placed it
firmly on my shoulder.
"Sorry," he said.
Eddie hugged me to him again, keeping his hand on my
shoulder, and resumed kissing me. But it was like he couldn't
get the feel of that brief touch out of his mind. Several more
times during the movie, he managed to brush his hand against the
side of my titty. Most times it was so brief that I would have
felt silly making a point of it. But a couple of times I had to
grab his hand and put it elsewhere. Each time, I slapped it down
onto my shoulder with a little more emphasis.
I knew he was getting the point, but I wasn't sure how much
I really wanted him to. Well, I was pretty sure I didn't wanting
him fondling me in the theater where somebody might see. But,
secretly, those brief touches of his hand were probably as
exciting to me as they were to Eddie. Each one sent a jolt of
electricity through me like nothing I had ever felt before.
After several more dates, I suspect both of us were
spending more time thinking about his hand touching my tit than
on anything going on around us. I know I was. It was like a
game. I kept moving his hand away each time he found some way to
make contact. Depending on where we were, I would emphatically
move his hand away or let it linger just a little longer. When
we had found some corner to snuggle in, I might let Eddie stroke
along the side or under my breast before I shrugged away with a
"No..." that both of us knew was half-hearted. The truth is that
I was beginning to want him to touch me but still thought I
shouldn't let him.
Then, one day at his house after school, I let him get away
with it.
We were down in the basement rec room at his house, making
out. His mom was upstairs in the kitchen making dinner; we were
"watching TV." In fact, we were on the sofa, kissing and
hugging. Eddie was French-kissing me, running his tongue into my
mouth, and I was not just letting him, I was opening wide and
licking him back.
Then he ran his lips down my neck and nibbled at the base
of it. He'd done that before, and I really liked it. At the
same time, Eddie moved his hand up along my ribs and pushed it
under my arm and around my back. He wound up with his biceps
pressing against my breast. I started to shrug away and then I
thought "Oh what the hell..." and let it stay there.
After a while, Eddie slid his arm back out little by little
until his hand was on my side just under my armpit. Then, he
shifted his body and his hand, as if by accident, came to rest
tentatively against the side of my tit.
I know he expected me to pull away -- he was just getting a
quick feel. Instead, I took a deep breath, making my chest
swell, and turned my body slightly. My titty pressed into his
palm.
Poor Eddie. I don't think he knew what to do. Here he'd
been trying all this time to get a good feel, and now that he had
it, he was stunned into immobility. He just sort of froze there,
cupping my titty. He even forgot to keep kissing me.
So I kissed him, and pretty soon we were back to deep
kisses and passionate sighs - everything as before except that
his hand was kneading my titty like there was no tomorrow. He
was really clumsy about it, but I didn't know any better and it
seemed like heaven to me.
We didn't get much farther than that. Before long, his mom
called down the stairway to say it was almost dinner time, which
was my cue to head home. Eddie walked me to my house, only a few
blocks away, and neither of us brought up the subject. I know I
was too embarrassed and I'm sure Eddie was, too.
But, as they say, once you've crossed the line, there's no
way to go back and not cross it. From then on, it was implicit
in our snuggle sessions that Eddie would be allowed to fondle my
front. And, after that, it was just a matter of time.
One thing led to another. I insisted that he keep his
hands above my waist, but I let him slip his hand inside my
blouse or under my sweater and play with my titties through my
bra. Most of the time we were in his family rec room, so I felt
pretty safe. Then, one day when his mom left to run an errand, I
let him unhook my bra and put his hot little hand on bare flesh.
Once that threshold was crossed, it was easy to cross it again
and again.
Truth is, I loved the feel of his hands on me. I swore I
was going to put a stop to it, but only when we weren't together.
Whenever there was a real opportunity to snuggle, I was only a
little less eager than Eddie. Maybe it was because it was
forbidden, maybe it was just raging hormones, but the touch of
Eddie's lips was enough to overturn any reservations I might
have, and the touch of his hand was so thrilling that I got
wobbly just thinking about it.
I was able to keep his hand away from my pussy as long as
Eddie's feeble attempts began with putting it on my leg. That
was easy because it wasn't thrilling enough to break down my
resistance. But our sessions gradually changed from sitting
upright to stretching out on the sofa, and Eddie's leg somehow
always managed to work its way between mine - casually at first
and then higher and higher until it came so close to my crotch
that I had to squeeze my legs together to stop him. Until
finally I didn't stop him, letting him move it up until the top
of his thigh was rubbing right up against my pussy. It wasn't
long before I was rubbing back.
Well, at that point it didn't make much sense for very long
to try to make Eddie keep his hands above my waist. I remember
the first time he actually touched me there. He was sneaky. He
made the usual grab at my leg and, when I made my usual grab for
his wrist, he quickly slid his hand right up my leg to my pussy,
dragged his finger across my crotch, and had his hand back on my
waist before I could stop him.
Oh, I smacked his hand good for that little trick, and
cussed him, too. It was several angry minutes and many repeated
apologies before I calmed down enough to let him put his arms
around me again. But the whole time I was chewing on him,
another part of my mind was going "Wow!" and my nubile young
teenie-bopper body was going "More! More!" Because that brief,
sliding touch of his fingers was more exciting than all the boob-
grabbing sessions that had gone before.
It became a game, after that. Eddie was always finding a
new way to fake me out - feinting with his hand and then going
for the gold. I might block him a time or two, but sooner or
later he'd always manage to touch me right there. I kept playing
the game long after I was secretly rooting for him to succeed.
Finally, I gave up pretending. Eddie was darting his hand
around without much success one afternoon. I caught him by the
wrist and then, instead of hanging on to it or slapping it down
somewhere, I just held him for a moment until he looked at me and
then guided his hand right to my mound. I rocked it up and down
a couple of times to show him what I wanted, bumped my pussy up
against his fingers, then pulled his face to mine and kissed him.
He got the idea.
Well, that held us for a couple of weeks, I guess, but
before long Eddie wanted to get his hand inside my pants, and
another lengthy contest of wills began. As always, I won all the
battles except the last one.
It was one of those rare occasions when I was actually
wearing a dress instead of my usual jeans or shorts. We were at
my house that time, so maybe I felt more confident on my own
territory. Anyway, Mom was gone somewhere and Willy was
upstairs. Eddie was content for a while to touch me outside my
dress, but I wouldn't let him open the front because Willy might
come down suddenly. I let him fondle my titties and then my
pussy. We stretched out on our sofa, hugging and kissing, and
Eddie's leg worked up between mine, hiking my dress up high in
the process. Then he reached down, like he always did, and
suddenly I realized that his fingers were under my dress and
touching my panties.
And I just gave up. What the hell. I liked it. That thin
layer of cotton was still technically outside my clothes but it
felt a lot better than it ever had before. I just lay there,
limp on the outside but quivering and straining on the inside. I
wanted to shout "Go ahead, touch it!" But all I did was whimper.
Eddie must have read my mind. He petted my pussy through
my panties long enough to be sure I wasn't going to stop him and
long enough to detect the heat and dampness there. Then,
tentatively, he slipped a finger just under the elastic of the
leg hole. When I didn't protest, he pushed it farther inside.
If I close my eyes, I can still remember the feel of it.
Eddie wormed his finger around and pushed across the sparse hair.
The tip of his finger found my pussy lips and slid back and forth
across them. Then it burrowed between them, tweaked my clit -
entirely by accident, I'm sure - and slid down to the entrance to
my hole. Ooo-wee! A moment like that comes only a few times in
a person's life.
Eddie pushed his finger back and forth in my slot a few
times, got it centered on the entrance, and pressed inside. I'm
sure I gasped with surprise and pleasure. Sometime around there,
everything changed for me. I couldn't have put it in words then,
but the approximate content was "Why the fuck have I been trying
NOT to do this?"
Up until then, see, I'd been basically a good girl. Oh,
sure, I was playing around a little, but within pretty clear
boundaries. But I think at that moment I decided that all adults
were either liars or fools - or both - and that not only was sex
not BAD, but it was by far the best thing to come into my young
life since I discovered sugar.
Adults, I suspected, weren't trying to keep me away from
sex to protect me but to keep it to themselves. It was another
in a long list of pleasures they had tried to deny me, and it was
by far the best of all. In that electric moment, when Eddie's
finger slipped inside the lips of my pussy, I changed from model
child to rebel. From now on, I would decide for myself.
Eddie seemed to know about hymens, at least by rumor,
because his probing was tentative and his penetration shallow.
He fished around inside me cautiously, but that didn't make it
any less delightful. The universe seemed to shift from my head
to my middle, my breath grew ragged, and my muscles went limp.
All I cared about was that finger wriggling among the slippery
folds of my cunny.
Who knows how long it went on and how long and far it might
have gone. Suddenly, we heard footsteps upstairs -- Willy was
walking through the kitchen, which was where the door to the
basement was. Eddie and I pulled apart, sat up and pushed my
dress down. He jumped to his feet and slipped across the room to
the other side of the Ping-Pong table. By the time Willy came
trotting down the stairs, he was urging me to play a game. We
were so innocent, my brother never suspected.
"Come on, Mindy," Eddie wheedled. "Let me try it. I swear
I won't try to go any farther."
"Nope," I said. "I don't want to. And I don't believe
you, anyway."
What he wanted was to lay between my legs and rub his naked
penis against my naked pussy. Eddie had begun lobbying for this
several sessions before. It would be just like making love, he
said, except that he wouldn't actually put it in me. The thought
was terrifically exciting, but I didn't let Eddie know. I wasn't
ready for that.
"Okay, then," he countered, "then suck on it for me. You
said you would."
"I said I might sometime," I shot back. "I didn't say I
would." Actually, in a rash moment, I had agreed to do it, but I
wasn't going to admit it now.
"Aw, just for a minute," Eddie pleaded.
"Yuk! No way!"
"Well, dammit, we've got to do something. I can't take
much more of this."
Eddie had started complaining about what he called the
'blue balls' several weeks before, hinting that it would have
dire consequences for his sexual future if something wasn't done.
He claimed that all the stimulation, without relief, was hurting
him. He groaned and complained about it every time we were
together, and even threatened to stop if I didn't find some way
to relieve the overload.
I suppose it was partly my fault. It had seemed only
natural, with his hand probing my pussy, to fondle him back.
Before long, I started unzipping his pants and putting my hand
inside. Once, to my astonishment, he'd shot off in his pants,
creating a soggy mess. That's what boys do, Eddie had reassured
me. But in this case, he'd had to run home and change clothes
before anyone could see what had so obviously happened. It had
been pretty embarrassing.
That had prompted a seemingly endless number of requests
for something else, something more, all of which involved putting
Eddie's poker into me some place - my pussy, my mouth, even my
butt. My compromise was to pull it out of his pants and put it
in my hand. But Eddie wasn't satisfied with that, especially
since I wouldn't jack him off until he shot. Most of the time.
There wasn't much to attract me to it, after all, even if Eddie
seemed to like it.
"Come on, Mindy," Eddie repeated. "Just for a little bit.
I promise I'll stop when you say."
All of this negotiation was carried out with Eddie's finger
buried inside me and my hand wrapped around his hard-on. I
realize now that his boner wasn't very big, scarcely my hand's
width, but it seemed big enough at the time. In fact, it wasn't
that much bigger than his finger, which he could now work all the
way up inside my slick little pussy. Which was making me feel
very horny.
"Well..." I said. "Promise?"
"Oh god yes, I promise!"
"You'll stop if I say to. No argument?"
"I promise."
"Well..."
I never actually said yes, but Eddie got the idea. My
shorts and panties were already down below my knees, so it was
easy to roll between my legs and on top of me.
"Ow," I said, as his zipper rasped across my tender pussy
lips.
"Just a second," Eddie said, pushing up onto his knees and
shoving his pants down. I stared in wonder at his rampant boner,
which was sticking straight out from his belly. Then he let
himself down onto me again, using one hand to carefully hold his
hard-on up against his stomach as he wriggled down to press it
against my slot.
"Ooooh," I said.
"Does that feel good?" Eddie asked, hopefully.
"Yesss," I admitted. It felt strange to have his length
pressed into the folds of my pussy, but it also felt right. His
nakedness was touching my nakedness.
"Me, too. God, Mindy, it feels great."
Awkwardly at first but then with increasing confidence,
Eddie began to rock back and forth, sliding his cock through my
slot. The upstrokes were particularly delicious, since they
caused his boner to press and rub against my love bump. I
wrapped my arms around Eddie's neck and squeezed him to me. We
traded kisses while he continued to work back and forth.
I found I was getting more excited than ever. This was
almost like fucking, I told myself, reveling in the feelings that
our imitation version was stirring up in me. My breath, partly
because of the stimulation and partly from Eddie's weight on my
chest, was getting shallow and fluttery, and little tingling
sensations were shooting out from my center and running up and
down my backbone.
Then Eddie, who was starting to jerk and twitch himself,
pulled back farther than usual and, when he pushed forward, the
end of his prick seemed to catch on the edge of my hole and take
a sharp turn south. It slid into me about an inch. Both of us
froze.
"Ooooh," I whined. "Noooo."
"Oh, god, Mindy," Eddie panted. "Please. Let me put it in
just a little more."
"Noooo," I said, pushing feebly at his shoulders but making
no serious move to get away from him. So Eddie gave a little
push and went in deeper.
The sensation of Eddie's cock spreading me, opening my
tight little pussy, pushing into a place no one and nothing but
his finger had ever been is another of those special things that
can't be explained in words, only remembered. I knew we
shouldn't. My mind protested, but my body wanted it. My
suddenly hungry pussy wanted it. My pounding heart wanted it. I
wanted it. It was time.
Eddie knew it. He knew that my protests weren't serious.
I doubt that he cared much at the moment. He had his prick, as
virgin as my pussy, notched in my channel, and he was as overcome
by the moment as I was. Instinctively, he drew back slightly,
and pushed forward again. His cock sank into me farther.
Every facet of my consciousness was focused on the point of
our joining. It was as if a spotlight was shining on it, and
everything else around was gray shadows. His round peg was
destined for my round hole. He pushed again, and I felt him
nudge up against something inside me. At first I thought he had
hit bottom, and I had this momentary fear I might be so shallow
that he could not fit inside me.
I don't think Eddie knew or, if he did, cared. I'm sure he
was thinking of nothing but getting in and sensing nothing but a
resistance only slightly greater than what he was already feeling
from my tight hole. I'd like to tell you that he took my
virginity carefully and considerately, but what he really did was
pull back again and shove forward. I'm sure he broke my cherry
then, because I felt a pain inside me there. But Eddie didn't
pause. He pulled back again, pushed deeper, pulled back again,
and sank his cock all the way into me.
When his mound pressed against mine, I felt an overwhelming
joy. I knew in that instant that I had become a woman. I moaned
in delight and trembled with a sudden rush of feelings I'd never
before experienced.
"Ohhhh, Eddie," I gasped. "Oh, baby. Oh, yes."
"Jesus, Mindy," he panted. "That feels so good. I can't
believe it!"
We lay there for several moments, pressed together. I
rolled my hips around his invading cock, wanting it all, wanting
it as deep inside me as possible. Eddie pushed forward and held
himself there, jutting his prick forward, pressing it down into
me. He was trembling, too.
Then, slowly, very slowly, Eddie pulled backward, drawing
his cock out of me until only the end was still inside. For the
first time, I felt that desperation, that sense of loss that
accompanies withdrawal, and then, as he slowly sank it back into
me, exultation, joy and fulfillment. He pulled back and pushed
inside me again, and my heart overflowed with love and passion.
He was fucking me.
Poor Eddie. Neither of us got to enjoy it for long. Less
than half a dozen strokes later, he cried out, jerked himself
rapidly in and out of me a couple of times, and squirted his cum
into my pussy. I remember noticing that the sudden slickness
inside me eased the slight twinge of pain I had been feeling
every time his prick rubbed past my torn cherry. Coated in cum,
his cock slid easily in my tube.
And suddenly we came back to our senses. There we were,
body to body, his weenie actually inside my cunny, his juice
dripping out from the bottom of it. I think we were both
terribly embarrassed. When the moment has passed, it was like
being caught with your pants down in public, even if the public
consisted of one other person.
We pulled apart. I was even more embarrassed when my pussy
made a little farting sound, and then I felt a trickle of liquid
running down the cheek of my fanny. Pushing Eddie aside, I
jumped to my feet and, hand cupped under my dripping cunny,
hobbled to the bathroom, dragging my shorts and panties around
one ankle.
In the bathroom behind the closed door, I wiped myself dry.
Eddie's goo kept leaking out little by little, tinged with red
from my busted cherry. I remember noticing the peculiar odor of
cum. I wadded up a handful of toilet paper and put it in my
panties like an emergency pad as I dressed myself. I was
terrified that it would leak out and stain my white cotton
panties or, even worse, my shorts.
When I finally got up the courage to come back out, Eddie
had put himself back together, too. By then, I was pretty mad at
him, blaming him for going all the way, even if it hadn't been
entirely against my wishes. I felt guilty about having wanted it
myself, of course, which only made me be harder on him.
After lots of whispered accusations on my part and
whispered apologies on his, Eddie finally got me settled down
enough to accept a hug. We sat back down beside each other on
the sofa. At first, I'd only let him put his arm around my
shoulders. After a while, I let him kiss me, and then it was
okay.
It was getting late, past time for him to be heading home.
We kissed and made up, but I made Eddie promise that we would
never, ever do it again. Not any time soon, anyway. Not unless
we stayed together for a long time, which of course we would.
And no, it wasn't so awful that we had done it just this once,
but it would be terribly wrong if we kept on doing it, so we just
had to stop, now. We had to stop it all, except maybe hugging
and kissing, because it might lead to doing it again. We had to
be good. We swore to be good. We were both full of shit.
Well, we tried. It was nearly a month before we did it
again.
Who knows what might have happened if we'd stayed together
longer. As it turned out, Eddie's father had already gotten a
transfer at work and was waiting for summer before moving his
family to Indianapolis, which was more than an hour away.
When we found out, I thought we would die from the pain.
It was awful, horrible. I cried and cried. It was less than a
month from the time I first heard of it until Eddie was gone
forever. It broke my heart for the first time. It's been broken
since but, no matter how bad it hurt, it never hurt as bad as
that first one.
So I slid tearfully into that summer I was 14, no longer a
virgin but without a boyfriend. A month later, things had
changed dramatically. Maybe doing it with Eddie had broken
through my resistance, maybe it was knowing something most of my
friends didn't know yet, maybe it was suddenly having no
boyfriend, or maybe I was always destined to be a bit of a slut.
Maybe it was a combination of all those things.
Whatever the reason, that summer I began to run wild.
Between the Fourth of July and the start of school in September,
I fucked two different boys. But that's another story, which I
may get around to telling sometime. For now, I just want to
remember Eddie and me.
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End of 'Porkin' Mindy' by Titmouse.
Story 20
Author's Note:
Okay, I admit it. The title is a dumb pun making an obscure
reference to a 70s(?) television show, 'Mork and Mindy,' which
has nothing to do with this story. I thought of the title first
and wrote a story to it. As it turns out, this is by far the
longest sex story I've written, with 11 episodes. I'm done for
the moment, although I've always sort of planned to add to it.
There were no sisters in my family, so I've always wondered how
that would be. If my younger brother had been a girl, I might
have gotten along better with him/her. Boys who grow up with
girls might have some better insight into how those strange
creatures think. After many years, I'm not sure I do. To be
more accurate, I understand how, but not why.
But, just imagine you had a nubile younger sister who was as horny
as you were at 16. What strange results might emerge from that
potent chemical brew? This story is what I imagined.
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