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I
remember lying down for a moment on the sofa in the den, before being swept
away to La‑La‑Land, having great fantastical dreams. As usual my dreams were weird and
wonderful. Somehow I was walking
through the pasture to the shore of the river.
Then I was on a beach with crashing waves and stormy weather. I had taken my swimming trunks off to keep
them dry while the rain and windblown mist beat down on me. Katie was there, fixing me a sandwich. She spread mustard or something on the slice
of bread and then wrapped it around my cock, sliding it up and down my rigid
shaft.
The
scene morphed. No longer was I on a
beach and it wasn't raining, it was now warm and dry. I squirmed about, while Katie played with my cock, replacing the
slice of bread with her lips. It was
wonderful. Then I became dimly aware
that the sensations emanating from my cock were no dream. I forced my eyes open. Sure enough, I wasn't having an ephemeral
blowjob, but a very real one, but it wasn't my darling Katie servicing me, but
my slut sister.
The
hot breath of Leanne's open mouth surrounded and descended over my cock until
the head struck the back of her throat.
She closed her lips and swallowed, and then she worked my cock deeper
into her throat until her lips were around the base of my cock. She paused and swallowed several times, the
walls of her throat closing around my cock in a most sensuous way. Slowly she pulled up, her supple lips
dragging along my entire cock shaft until just the head of my cock was in her
mouth. Pausing at the top of her stroke, Leanne mouthed and tongued the tip of
my cock for a long, languishing moment, then she opened her mouth wide to
descend again and repeat the process.
I
lay perfectly still, half pretending to be asleep, watching my sister fellate
me. As much as I wanted to be perfectly
still, I couldn't help from time to time but squirm slightly and softly
moan. At the top of her sixth or eighth
stoke, she glanced up and saw me watching her.
Leanne let my saliva wet cock slip from her mouth and slap against my
belly. Smiling in obvious delight,
Leanne sat up, straddling me. She
grasped my rigid member and directed it into her pussy as she lowered herself.
"You
boys are all alike," she said pensively as she ground her clit into my
pubic bone. "You all come once or
twice, then you fall sleep. What's a
girl supposed to do to keep herself entertained?"
"You
seem to have that figured out, Sis," I replied with a grin.
About
that time the damned phone rang. Before
I could grab her and keep her on my cock, she'd bounded off leaving me with an
urge that needed satisfying. I rolled off the sofa to follow her into the
kitchen.
"It's
all set," I overheard her say.
"Call around, Tom. You guys
bring some hot dogs and the beer...
Sure baby, I'll see you later.
Bye!"
Leanne
turned to me and excitedly said, "We're having a party tonight!"
I
was aghast. "Leanne! Dad said no guests."
"Oh,
pooh! He didn't say anything about
friends. You send out invitations to guests, friends just show up."
Dad
had little tolerance for disobedience or quibbling, and I knew that Leanne's
fine distinctions would incur his wrath.
"Leanne! Dad'll kill us!"
"No
he won't," she declared confidently.
After a moment of reflection she mouth skewed slightly and she added,
"Well, he won't know unless you tell him!
Besides it's too late, word got out before Dad said "no
guests"." She grinned impishly
adding, "Hey, I've already invited Katie for you."
Katie! I glanced at the clock. It was already half past twelve! Dad's directive of no guests didn't apply to
me banging Katie in her parents' bed and I'd told her I was coming over as soon
as the 'rents were gone. That was three
hours ago! Oh Jesus, I'd
forgotten! How do you explain to your
girlfriend that you forgot to come over to fuck her? 'Sorry, Katie, I was screwing my sister and time just slipped
by,' just wouldn't do.
In
a panic, I scrambled for the phone not at all sure what I was going to say, and
as I was dialing I heard Becky call out,
"We're here! Where are you
guys?" I didn't have anytime to
react before Becky and Katie walked into the kitchen.
"Well,
well, well," said Becky in feigned shock at finding Leanne and me naked
together. Katie just gawked,
speechless. "Looks like you two
got a head start on the party tonight," she said with laughter in her
eyes, flicking my wet limp penis with her hand.
"I,
uh, hmmm..."
"Don't
worry Travis, we won't tell what you two have been up to." Laughing she
added, "Naughty boy!"
I
felt my face flush and my ears burn with embarrassment.
"Oh,
look," Becky said with glee, "he's so cute when he's been
caught." Then with complete
composure as if nothing was untoward, she said, "We're head'n into town to
get a burger at Dairy Queen. Ya'll wanna
go?"
"No,"
said Leanne, "I need to do my hair, but we do need a few things for
tonight. Travis, go with Becky and
Katie into town. Pick up four bags of
ice, some plastic cups, and a couple of liter bottles of Coke or whatever. Wait just a minute and I'll get you some
money."
Leanne
jumped up and disappeared, leaving me with the two girls. Becky turned to her sister and said,
"Don't be too hard on him Katie, he's just a guy." Then she turned to me and admonished,
"As much as I would enjoy it, you can't go to Wal‑Mart without some
pants on." I blushed again, keenly
aware of my continued nakedness and scurried from the kitchen with Becky's
laughter ringing in my ears.
The
trip into town was painful. Katie was
giving me the ice treatment while her sister teased me unmercifully about doing
my sister and making three‑eyed babies.
With each of Becky's wisecracks, Katie fumed even more. By the time we were heading back to the
ranch, I'd had a slice of tomato thrown in my face as well as my balls punched. I am absolutely certain that if a
rattlesnake had bitten me, Katie would have left me to die.
About
halfway home on a seldom‑traveled Farm to Market road, Becky got a
flat. I got out, jacked up her car and
removed the flat tire and installed the little donut tire. As I lowered the car, we discovered to our
collective dismay that the spare was flat too.
It was a long way on foot home and a long way on foot back to town. Fortunately we were on a country road and
when a pickup truck did appear, he stopped.
"Hi
ya, Travis! Hi ya Becky!" said the
older man as he lumbered out of the truck.
"Gotta flat?" It was
Joe Hollis, Sam's dad and a good friend of my dad's.
"Hi
ya Mr. Hollis!" I greeted in return.
"Yeah, spare's flat too!
Could ya give us a lift into town to Mac's Tires?"
"Sure! No problem!
Need to pickup some oats for the horses. Throw that tire in the back and climb in. Becky, you ride up front with me," he
said with a broad grin.
On
the entire trip back into town, Katie didn't look at me once. She just stared at the roadside, her arms
crossed, as I held my straw hat to keep it from blowing away. At the tire dealer, Mr. Hollis negotiated
with the clerk and secured a free repair for Becky's tire. Then Mr. Mac told him that they were short
handed that day, and that it would be at least an hour before they could get to
it.
"No
problem," said Mr. Hollis, "Gotta fetch some feed for the
horses." Then he instructed Katie
and me to wait for the tire while he and Becky went to the feed store.
While
we waited, Katie continued to give me the ice treatment. Every time I started to explain (how could I
explain), she'd cut me off. "Don't
speak to me Travis Kern!" Whenever
I tentatively touched her arm, she'd pull away sneering, "Don't touch
me!" That was the longest hour and
a half I'd ever spent.
I
saw Mr. Hollis pull up and get out of the pickup. Becky stayed in the cab.
Mr. Hollis strode into the tire store like a gunslinger entering a
saloon. He paused, surveying the store.
"It's
not ready yet," I said expecting a display of his well‑known short
temper.
"How
long's it gonna be?" he asked without irritation.
"Be
'bout another forty‑five minutes or so," answered Mr. Mac. "Sorry for the delay, Joe, but we're
backed up today."
Mr.
Hollis smiled and said, "That's fine, Mac. I got a few more errands to run, be back in a hour." Then he strode out the store, climbed into
his pickup and sped away.
Half
an hour later, the tire was ready. We
waited another hour in agonizing silence before Mr. Hollis pulled into the
parking lot. I threw the tire into the
back and Katie and I climbed in for the return trip to Becky's disabled
car. As we bounced along, I couldn't
help but notice that other than Katie and me and the tire, the bed of the
pickup was empty, no feed, no nothing.
Back
at Becky's car, I quickly mounted the tire and tightened the lug nuts. As Becky walked from Mr. Hollis' pickup to
her car I noticed that her hair was mussed, her blouse wasn't buttoned
correctly and she had fresh grass stains on the seat of her denim shorts.
'Damn!'
I muttered to myself as I put two and two together. Mr. Hollis waved and turned around, speeding back towards town,
presumably for the supplies he needed, but hadn't gotten yet.
Before
we returned home, we had to go back into town to replace the four bags of ice
that had melted. Becky and Katie sat up
front, while I sat in the backseat by myself.
Katie was still silent, but Becky rambled on about everything and
nothing. Finally after over four hours,
we turned into the gravel drive leading to my house. Parked haphazardly on the lawn were a half a dozen or so pickups
and souped‑up cars.
I
went straight way to wash the grim off of my hands. I got out onto the patio just in time to see Becky, already free
of her top and shorts, being relieved of her green bikini top by naked guy
sporting a boner.
I
looked about for Katie, but didn't see her.
What I did see was a couple fucking on a chase lounge; another girl
surrounded by three guys in the pool; and third girl sucking cock surrounded by
several guys waiting patiently waiting their turn.
"Holy
shit," I muttered. I don't know
what I was expecting, but a wide‑open fuck party was a surprise. Leanne brought me a beer in her birthday
suit, no doubt amused at my dumbfounded expression.
"Where
have ya'll been?" she asked with a hint irritation.
"Becky
got a flat. Took forever to get it
fixed."
"Oh,
well, get naked little brother and have some fun."
About
that time, I caught sight of Katie. She was receiving a shotgun hit of
marijuana from Eric Langford, a hulking guy that played fullback for Indian
Creek High. He was buck‑naked and
I felt bile rise in my throat. Not that
I could really do anything about my fit of jealously. Eric had arms as thick as my thighs and could toss me around like
a pit bull ripping apart a toy poodle.
My compunction to go rescue her dimmed considerably when Katie caught
sight of me and gave me the finger.
Having
had enough of her bitchiness, I gave her a dismissive wave of my hand. Turning my attention to my sister's big tits
just inches from me, I reached out for a feel.
"God
Travis, not here! You want everybody to
talk about us?"
"You're
worried about people talking?" I asked incredulously.
"You're
my brother... Look, go fuck whomever you want, but I'm off limits to you for
right now... Okay? Later, after
everyone's gone."
Two
guys walked up behind Leanne. They had apparently had just arrived as they were
still fully dressed. One reached around
her and got two handfuls of tit. The
other passed me a joint and as I toked up, I watched the first guy feel Leanne
up. The second guy slid his hand up her
crotch, making a comment about her being sloppy wet. That did it, I was already
hard, but now I was so hard it hurt.
The
dope had a kick that mellowed me out almost instantly. With a beer in one hand and a joint in the
other, I watched with interest as the two guys lead my willing sister off for a
fucking. Damn, it was going to be one
hell of a party!
Some
guy hooted loudly distracting me from the fate of my sister. It was no big deal, just playful fun, but it
did draw my attention back to what was going on and what caught my attention
was the guy dismounting the babe on the chase lounge. I walked up to her, recognizing her instantly as Angelina Ortega,
a good friend of Leanne's who had spent many a day lounging around the pool
with Leanne and her other girl friends.
Angelina was an exquisite Tejano, slender and tall with long legs,
shoulder length dark brown hair, big dreamy pools of dark eyes, and beautifully
brown skin. She wasn't stacked like
most of Leanne's other friends, nor was she anywhere near being flat chested,
but her breasts were nice, like Katie's, with pert dark nipples that are best
described as a deep walnut color. I had
mentally undressed Angelina numerous times and now she was before me completely
nude. She was better than I'd imagined.
"Hi,
Travis," she said sweetly, flashing me that broad white smile that had
always intrigued me.
"Hi,
Angelina," I replied brilliantly as my eyes roamed over her body. I had presence of mind to pass her the joint
and then offered my beer to sooth her throat.
My eyes fixated on the curly black hair that covered her pussy. Suddenly I had a great need to taste that
pussy and I descended down on her.
Angelina spread her legs to give me greater access as I buried my face
in the wooly down of her sex.
She
was incredibly wet and as my tongue snaked in between her hot labia I realized
that she'd just been fucked, hell, for all I knew she'd probably been fucked a
half a dozen times in the last hour and she was wet, not just because she's
naturally juicy, but because her cunt was filled with cum.
My
head jerked up, face smeared with fuck juice.
Angelina looked down her torso to me and pleaded, "Don't stop
Travis, please, don't stop. That feels
so good. Please..."
I
reasoned that I had started it and if I ever wanted to suck on her pussy again,
I'd better get back at it. Still,
licking up some guy's sperm was an appalling proposition, but I had had just
enough smoke to reason that it really didn't taste bad, in fact, she tasted
very good. I buried my face in her cum laden cunt again and ate her out with
gusto.
After
scouring her fuck tunnel with my tongue, I ascended to nibble and lock onto her
clit. Peeling apart her labia I was
struck with the bright pink color of her inner folds that contrasted sharply
with the deep dark color of her hairy vulva.
I was also struck by how different her stiff clit appeared as compared
to Katie's demure organ and Leanne's large knob. It was different, prominent, but not overly large.
Blowing
softly on her sex bud, I chilled it with a cool breath. Angelina jerked and
cried out loudly as I engulfed her chilled nubbin with my warm mouth. My tongue
swirled around and around her clit, savoring the texture and contours. She was squirming around and cried "Mas
Dios!" as ran my middle finger up her cunt. Hooking the tip of my finger behind her pubic bone, I slowly
dragged it across the fore wall of her vagina.
I found what I was looking for, the soft puffy patch of her g‑spot. Repeatedly, I raked my fingertip around her
pubic bone and across her sweet spot.
Soon her stomach was undulating and she was softly moaning, "Oh! Oh!
Oh! Oh!" Angelina then grunted as her legs locked
around my head as she came hard.
After
what seemed to be a long time, though it was probably only a minute or so, she
relaxed her legs and twisted to the side, pulling her contracting pussy away
from my voracious mouth and my thrusting fingers. I sat up, pleased with myself as she continued to jerk about
curled up on her side.
I
kicked off my shit‑kickers and pulled my t‑shirt over my head. Then I dropped my jeans and boxers, kicking
them off to the side. Dressed only in my white socks and straw hat, I rolled
Angelina back onto her back and pried her legs apart. She looked at me with a look of desperation; then she hiked her
legs into the air, welcoming me to screw her.
Moving
into position, I directed my cock to her cunt, raking the head of my dick up
and down her slippery slit, mashing the head against her still sensitive
clit. Toying with her pussy, teasing
her with my dick, but not fucking her, drove her to a higher plane of lustful
desire.
She
begged, "Fuck me! Fuck me! Please fuck me! I need your penis inside me!
Oh, mas Dios, please, please fuck me!" She came again with a wailing moan.
Before
the undulations of her stomach muscles had ended, I gave her what she wanted,
but not how she expected. I suspect she
was expecting, even wanting a rough fucking at that point, and it took
considerable restraint on my part not just to ram into her. After just one wonderfully slow deep
penetration, I withdrew to a shallower depth, eager to utilize the knowledge I
had learned from my sister's pussy earlier that morning. I adjusted the depth of my cock until I was
rubbing on the swell of her g‑spot and began fucking her with short
shallow strokes.
Angelina's
eyes got wider and wider and her face twisted in a wild grimace of lust as the
vaginal orgasm built like tidal wave.
The orgasmic wave continued to build and build, ever higher, ever more
powerful, until it broke, crashing down on her, releasing all it's energy in
one brief, tumultuous moment. She punched her pelvis up and splayed her legs
out, wildly bucking as she groveled beneath me.
There
was no way I could stay inside her and still fuck her with carefully measured
strokes so I rammed it home deep into her violently spasming cunt. I felt my balls being coated with her
juices as copious quantities of vaginal fluid poured from her pussy. I rode out her orgasm, repeatedly
withdrawing and then forcing my dick between the tightly clinching walls of her
velvety cockway.
My
pecker and testicles began to tingle, signaling the imminent eruption of hot
semen. I threw back my head and let it
come, the thick, rich stream of milky white sperm spouting from my cock,
flooding her cunt with my seminal offering. She kept cumming and cumming while
I continued pounding into her hard until I was spent, my cock eventually
folding in half as I struggled to keep fucking her.
Leanne's
boyfriend, Jason, somewhat rudely pulled me away from her.
"She's
one hot cunt, huh, Travis?" growled Jason as he took my place between her
legs. Ramming his stiff prick into her
he exclaimed, "Oh yeah baby! What
a juicy cunt! Squeeze my dick! Oh, yeah, fuck me you fucking
slut!" Then he pounded away at
her.
I
wandered off in search of something cold to slake my burning thirst. Someone handed me a beer in a plastic cup
and I waded into the pool to drink and recover. The party was pretty loud, but there wasn't anyone nearby to
disturb. It grew even louder when
everyone began singing to the strains of Jimmy Buffet's
"Margaritaville".
My
sense of time was distorted, but after five or ten (Twenty? Two?) minutes I
emerged from the pool. Angelina was now
sucking cock while being fucked in the ass.
That looked pretty cool to me and when I stumbled upon Lisa Payton
getting her assed packed by big ole Eric Langford, I stuck my limp cock in her
face. She gobbled me down and nearly
sucked off my foreskin. Try as she
might, I just wasn't ready to screw yet, my dick only attaining a semi‑hard
state. Still, it was delightfully
wicked fun.
Eric
abruptly pulled out of her and staggered away.
Lisa released my cock and let her head sink towards the ground, her ass
trust into air in an open invitation for someone to come and take it. I moved around behind her and stuck my face
between her buns, licking at her pussy and her cum dribbling asshole. I had never licked anyone's asshole before
but I found it very pleasurable in a nasty sort of way. Lisa pushed her ass back into my face,
obviously enjoying my oral ministrations.
Her butt hole opened and my tongue jabbed into her deep. Now let me tell you, her ass tasted
different from her pussy. Both had the
slight bleachy taste of cum, but her asshole was musky rather than tangy, not
at all disgusting or offensive as she practiced good personal hygiene, but when
she farted in my face, I lost interest.
I
drew myself another beer from the keg, had a toke, wolfed down a couple of
burnt hot dogs and wandered around again looking for an available slut. I spied a pair of splayed legs with an
inviting pussy laid out on a blanket. I
couldn't really tell who it was (nor did I really care) as some guy was
straddling her chest, her tits smashed against his buttocks as he fucked her
face.
I
dove right in to eat another pussy. She
was blonde, I could tell that, and her vulva was cleanly shaven like my
sister's, but she was much paler than Leanne and her clit was a lot
smaller. I was a confirmed muff diver
now, getting down to it, enjoying the taste of her freshly fucked cunt.
Her
hips began to gyrate as I lapped at the sides of her clitoris. Soon she was
humping into my face, and then thrashing about as she climaxed. Whoever was face fucking her moved away and
I slid up her torso, positioning my now ready cock between her distended pussy
lips, pushing into her as I moved my body up hers. I had been fucking her a
minute or so before I looked into her face.
It was Becky, Katie's big sister.
The
fact that I was fucking Becky became all the more exciting as I glanced to the
side and into the lust intoxicated eyes of Katie. I recognized the guy fucking her immediately. It was Tom White, Becky's presumptive
boyfriend. Tom looked at me and grinned
as he humped away at my girl, with me grinning back as I humped away at his
girl.
Becky
was just as good of a fuck as I had imagined she'd be, working her cunt muscles
to maintain a snug fit and provide extra stimulation. Katie hadn't learned that yet, and I vowed that I would teach
her, provided of course that she wasn't still pissed off at me. I fucked Becky for a long time while Katie
watched. Changing positions from a straight missionary, I fucked her doggie
style for a while; then I draped one of her legs over my shoulder and fucked
her sidesaddle. Finally I pushed both
of her legs to her shoulders and fucked her hard and deep. By the time I was finished with her sister,
two other guys, including Eric Langford, had screwed Katie. I presumed that was his second go at her.
Eric
grunted as he came in Katie's pussy, then he got up and lumbered away. I pulled out of Becky and presented my dick
for Katie to suck, my cock wet with her sister's secretions and well as cum
from her sister's pussy. At that point,
Katie was no longer my girlfriend, but just another slut to fuck. I pushed her back down and pushed her legs
forward, rotating her butt off the ground.
I raked my dick up her pussy slit, lubricating it with the seeping cum
of a dozen or more guys, and then positioned my cock head to her anus. I pushed and nothing happened. I pushed harder and the head of my cock
slipped deep into her rectum. Katie
gasped as I buggered her. She was
tight, as tight as always and I realized that no one had sodomized her
tonight. I butt fucked her for a good
ten minutes, until her sphincter had completely relaxed and I could fuck her
hard without fear of injuring her.
She
grunted as I fucked her ass but she didn't say anything, she just looked
lovingly into my eyes. I squirted a
good load into her ass and backed off.
I turned to a guy standing next to me and said, "She likes it up
the ass." Then I turned and left
her in search of another beer and more weed.
Hearing
a general hubbub, I returned to where I had left Katie. She was surrounded like a pack of coyotes
around a wounded deer. One after
another, for a dozen or so strokes apiece, they ganged fucked her in the
ass. One guy broke from the pack,
staggered up to me and said, "Go get a piece of the fourteen‑year
old's ass. She loves it!"
I
really felt bad for her until I saw how she was thrusting her ass back, meeting
stroke after stroke. She did indeed
love it.
Wandering
off again, I found a girl I hadn't fucked yet.
We took up a sixty‑nine with me on the bottom. Soon I had a close‑up view of a cock
pressing into her ass. The guy fucked
her and I ate her out while she worked me into another hard on. We broke up and I wandered off again,
looking for the next girl.
I
found her, on all fours, sucking and fucking.
I got in line, patiently waiting for my turn, playing with myself to
stay hard. I was pretty wasted and as I
sank my cock into her ass, I heard someone shout, "Look! Leanne's brother's fucking her!" I pulled out mortified as Leanne swung
around to glare at me.
"Travis!"
she yelled as she took a swing at me. I
ducked and scampered away to the sound of laughter.
Next
thing I knew, I was in the middle of a pissing contest. Apparently someone peed on someone's foot
who in turn peed on someone else. That
set of off a drunken melee. The girls
were screaming and guys were cursing as they were hosed down in urine. I got it on the leg and then on the
back. I must admit, I was just as
guilty of gross behavior as everyone else as I merrily joined in, pissing on
anyone within range, which at the time included Katie, who was still getting it
up the butt.
That
in turn set off a mad scramble into the pool.
It wasn't long before someone exclaimed, "Oh fucking gross! Someone shit in the pool!" About the same time someone tossed their
cookies into the water.
The
pool cleared out, but it was too late.
I knew that there was going to be hell to pay once Dad got home. Oh well, there really wasn't anything I
could do about it, so I got another beer.
I
don't remember much after that, other than wallowing around with a few sweaty
girls like a pig and waking up in the middle of the night, naked and cold,
sprawled out on the hard flagstone of the patio. I felt too bad to get up, so I urinated where I lay and threw up. Despite the chill, I felt much better and
dozed off until daybreak.
To be continued...