A few days after fucking Polly, Sammy was in need again.
So he called Polly on the phone and asked her if they could fuck again. She said they could – sometime. But meanwhile, she had to make sure her boyfriend didn't get jealous.
When Sammy heard that she had a boyfriend, he knew that their fucking was a fluke. He couldn't depend on her for more action. So his attention focused on his sister again.
But whenever he tried to talk to her, she avoided him.
"Hey, has your sister become a dyke or something?" Mel asked Sammy one day.
"What are you talking about?" Sammy asked.
"I was talking to Don the other day," Mel said. "He said your sister won't fuck him any more, and that she's been hanging around with Sue Anderson."
"She has?" Sammy asked.
He knew that Sue Anderson was a dyke – everyone knew it! But he couldn't believe that his sister was a lesbian.
The more he thought about it, though, the more it seemed possible. Maybe that would explain why she had turned on him after they'd fucked.
The idea that his sister was a dyke thrilled Sammy far some reason he didn't understand. When he pictured her lying between another chick's legs, sucking her cunt, he would get terribly excited.
So Sammy began keeping an eye on his sister. Sure enough, he saw her with Sue Anderson. They seemed to be spending a lot of time over at Sue's house. Then, just as he hoped she would, Pat brought Sue home with her.
Sammy had always thought of Sue as some sort of curiosity. She looked strange. With her hair cut as short as a boy's, and boy's clothing, she looked like a lez. Even her body could pass for a boy's, if someone didn't look too closely.
But now Sammy saw her in a different light. He saw her as an exciting variation of sexual possibilities.
"Hi," Sammy said to Sue.
"Hi," Sue said.
Sue was very friendly. But when Sammy talked to her, he had the feeling he was talking to another boy.
Sammy watched the girls as they ran up and down the stairs, gathering things to take on a picnic.
"Can I go too?" Sammy asked hopefully.
"No," his sister said. "We're going by ourselves."
Sue smiled at Sammy as if to say, You understand, don't you?
The girls tied their swimming suits and lunches to the luggage racks of their bicycles. Then they began pedaling away.
Sammy looked after them. He could see their inverted heart-shaped asses moving slightly from side to side as they pedaled. Me hated to see them disappear. But he couldn't blame them for leaving him behind.
Suddenly, though, Sammy refused to be left behind.
If they were going to go on a picnic and go swimming, maybe they would try their lesbian perversions where he could spy on them!
With that thought burning in his mind, Sammy hopped on his bike and followed.
They were already out of sight. But he figured they must be heading for the creek – one of the secluded spots away from the road. Besides, he didn't want to follow too closely or he'd be seen by them.
When he turned the corner at the end of the street, he caught sight of the girls. They were heading for the creek, all right.
Sammy slowed down. It would be better to let them get ahead, then find them, rather than have them see him following.
By the time he rode down the road along the creek, the girls were nowhere to be seen. Sammy began to feel a panic of loss. What if he couldn't find them?
Every time he came to one of the paths that led off the road to one of the secluded spots, Sammy looked for bicycle tire marks in the dirt. He didn't find any that looked recently made, though.
He rode all the way to where the creek joined the river. The girls wouldn't have gone that far, he knew. So he went back.
This time, Sammy rode his bike down a few of the more secluded paths. But, still no girls. It was a lonely feeling to get down to the creek and not have a soul in sight or hear a sound beside an occasional insect's hum.
But he didn't give up – he couldn't!
Then, just before he got to one of the last possible spots the girls might have chosen, as he walked as quietly as he could down the path, he heard voices.
He froze, and listened. Yes, it was them all right. Sammy determined where the voices were coming from. Then he began to creep toward them. Finally, he could see the girls. They were sitting next to their bicycles. A table cloth was spread before them, with their lunch on it.
Moving as slowing and soundlessly as he could, Sammy hid behind a tree where he could watch and listen.
He felt pretty sleazy about spying like this. But in his state of horny desire, he couldn't help it. He was disappointed, too. After all, he'd hoped to find the girls engaged in a lesbian orgy, not eating lunch.
The girls weren't even talking about anything interesting. Sue was telling Pat about the college she was going to in the fall. Soon all Sammy could think about was the food they were eating. He hadn't had lunch, and he was hungry.
In fact, he almost came out of hiding to say hello to the girls. He could pretend that he had come across them accidentally. At least they might give him some food.
But as he thought about that, Sue said something that was very interesting.
"What's going on between your brother and you?" she asked Pat.
Sammy saw his sister's body grow tense. He was tense too.
"Nothing," Pat said deliberately. "He's just a squirt. I'm sort of pissed off at him."
Sammy was getting furious. It was horrible to hear his sister calling him a squirt when he couldn't defend himself.
"Are you sure that's all it is?" Sue asked pointedly. "I sort of had the feeling it was much more than that."
"What do you mean?" Pat said as innocently as she could.
"I don't know," Sue said. "I just had the feeling something was going on between you two. Like maybe you were fucking each other or something like that."
Pat was stunned. The way her jaw dropped gave away her secret.
"You did fuck him, didn't you?" Sue said.
Pat nodded. "But I didn't want to. He made me."
Again, Sammy was out of his mind with anger. He almost leapt out of the bushes to tell his side of the story.
"You mean just like I made you eat me that first time?" Sue said sarcastically. "You know, I think you like to blame others far your own perversions."
"Maybe you're right," Pat said. "You didn't make me eat you. I wanted to. And I guess I wanted to fuck Sammy, too."
Sammy was touched to hear his sister say that. The girls went on eating in silence. Then they wiped their mouths, put the leftovers away, and stretched out on the grass.
Sammy had been hiding behind the tree for over a half-hour. Now he was not only hungry, but his legs were getting tired. But the hope of seeing those chicks in each other's arms made it all worthwhile.
"Are you still fucking Sammy?" Sue asked. "No, we just did it once," Pat said. "And that was before I first licked your cunt."
"Good," Sue said.
As she said that, Sue reached over and put her hand on Pat's thigh.
When Sammy saw that, he reacted as though Sue had put her hand on his own thigh. The thought of seeing two chicks making it sent Sammy's head spinning.
After the girls lay there, with Sue's hand on Pat's thigh for a while, they each turned to face each other. Then they put their arms around each other.
Sammy's eyes were bulging. So was his crotch. The girls kissed. Just like a boy and girl, they pressed their faces together, their mouths open, their tits crushed together.
Sammy saw Sue slip her hand into his sister's jersey, just as he had done. Watching them was so exciting that he thought he would rather watch than take Sue's place.
After they lay there, kissing and feeling each other's tits for several minutes, they sat up. Both of them pulled their jerseys over their heads.
Sammy looked at their tits. His sister had bigger jugs. Sue's tits were nothing but slight swellings on her chest. Her nipples weren't much bigger than Sammy's. But the sight of those tiny tits had a powerful effect on the boy.
The girls, sitting up now, kissed again. And they reached for each other's boobs.
Sammy could see how Pat ran her hand over Sue's slight tits – there really wasn't anything to grab.
Then Sue pushed Pat down on the grass. Sue bent over her and lowered her face to her chest.
"I'm so glad I met you," Pat said as Sue began sucking her tits. "I love this so much!"
The sight of that lesbian sucking his sister's tits was a revelation to Sammy. He'd never dreamed he would get a chance to see such a weird perversion. He was lucky, he knew, like a scientist who makes a great discovery. But this discovery was filling Sammy with dangerously explosive lust.
Sue was sucking Pat's tits very much like he had sucked them. But what she did next, Sammy hadn't tried. He wasn't even sure he wanted to do something like that!
Sue helped Pat pull off her pants. Pat lay completely naked in front of the lesbian.
Sue was sitting on the ground between Pat's legs. Then she put her hands under Pat's knees, and lifted and spread them.
From where he was hiding, Sammy couldn't quite see into his sister's crotch. But he knew what it was like to peer into her open cunt.
He still didn't know what was about to happen. Sure, he knew that lesbians liked to eat each other's cunts. But the thought that his own sister would let another chick do that to her seemed too fantastic.
So when Sue put her face to Pat's crotch, Sammy's heart almost burst through his chest in his excitement.
"Oh-h-h-h-h," Pat moaned.
Sue had her face wedged right into his sister's crotch, Sammy could see. He saw how Sue's nose burrowed into Pat's pubic hair. And he watched how Sue's head nodded slowly as she covered his sister's slot with hot licks.
Sammy tried to imagine having his own face pressed to a wet gash. He knew how a cunt felt and smelled. But he couldn't imagine what it might be like to stick his tongue up a twat. He was beginning to think he'd like to try, though.
One thing was certain. Pat was enjoying having her cunt sucked. Sammy had seen his sister in heat. But that was nothing to compare to this!
"O-o-o-o-o-o!" Pat was crying with lust.
Her back was arched. She had lifted her legs, folding herself almost in half as her knees rested on her tits. Her head was thrown back, and it wagged from side to side.
Sammy reached for his fly. And without taking his eyes from the lesbian sideshow, he fished out his hard prick. When he grabbed it, his body convulsed – that's how excited he was.
Now Sue's head was moving in circles as well as nodding. Then she moved her head back and forth. Sammy realized that she must be actually fucking his sister with her tongue. And although Sue's tongue was a fraction of the size of his prick, it was having at least as great an impact on Pat.
Sammy could see that Sue was looking up over Pat's belly every now and then. He could see her eyebrows raising and her eyes flash.
What a view! Sammy thought. The more he watched, the more certain he became that he would like to try eating a cunt.
"Oh-h-h-h-h-h, God!" Pat moaned. "Oh, I'm com-m-m-ming! At-h-h-h!"
Sue kept her face pressed to Pat's cunt, even though Pat was wiggling all around. Sue held on to Pat's thighs and crawled after her.
"Okay, okay!" Pat cried as she pushed Sue's head away from her crotch.
Sue lifted her face, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Pat lay on her back, her chest heaving. Her deep breaths were loud.
While Pat recovered, Sue began stripping her own pants off. Although he was already out of his mind with lust, the thought of seeing this dyke's cunt gave Sammy another charge.
Sue stood and lowered her jeans. She wasn't wearing any underpants.
She was as thin as a boy. Her hips had hardly any curve at all. Her thighs were thin – so thin that when she stood with her legs together, there was a space below her cunt that a hand could slip into to caress her crotch.
But she looked beautiful to Sammy. Her flat pussy was covered with wispy curls. Her nipples were hard, sticking out from her tits as far as her tits stuck out from her chest.
She looked so light that Sammy thought he could lift her up, stick his cock into her, then move her up and down until he filled her with gism. But, alas, he would never get the chance. She wouldn't be interested in him and his big cock, nor in any boy.
Sue walked over to Pat, then stood with one foot on either side of Pat's hips. Pat looked up at the dripping cunt above her.
Then Sue moved forward until her twat was directly over Pat's face. It thrilled Sammy to imagine himself lying there, looking up at a pussy.
As Sue bent her knees to bring her cunt down on to Pat's face, Sammy trembled with passion.
He wondered whether his sister was going to repay the cunt lapping she'd received. When he saw that she was, he felt proud of her in a weird sort of way.
Slowly, Sue brought her snatch down to Pat's face. Finally, squatting on her haunches, her face drew up in an expression, which told Sammy that Pat's tongue was up in her twat.
Now the view wasn't as good, though. Sammy could see Sue's back and the way her asscheeks were spread in her squatting position. But he wanted to see more – he had to see more!
He decided to move around so that he could see into Sue's crotch. He didn't think she would notice him in her lust. And Pat certainly wasn't going to see him, with Sue sitting on her face.
So Sammy went from tree to tree.
Finally, he could see Sue's small tits. And he watched the expression on her face.
"A-a-a-a-a-a!" she moaned.
But Sammy still couldn't quite see into her crotch. But he almost had the view he wanted. He could see his sister's face lying between Sue's bent legs. But he wanted to see her pussy spread over Pat's mouth.
There was another good hiding place nearby where he could get the view he wanted.
Moving even slower and more carefully, Sammy headed for his new position. But before he reached it, a sound like a clap of thunder shook the ground.
Sammy felt his brain snap and his flesh grow cold. The sound was a twig breaking beneath his foot. A sound like that would normally go unnoticed under any other circumstances. But it was loud enough to give him away, and that made all the difference in the world.
The first thought Sammy had was a desperate hope that, in their busy lust, the girls wouldn't hear it.
But when he looked their way, he saw Sue staring right at him.
Sammy was sick. Not only had he shamed himself and embarrassed the girls, he had spoiled Sue's cunt lapping!
As he stood there with his prick still in his hand, though, he realized that only Sue had seen him. Pat was still licking Sue's cunt, in total ignorance of what had happened. And, stranger still, Sue wasn't doing anything about his being there.
Sammy had expected her to jump up and start screaming at him for spying. Instead, she remained squatting on Pat's face. The passionate expression on her face hadn't even changed. And she was still gasping loudly.
Sammy thought that maybe he had become invisible. But Sue was looking right at him. She just didn't care he was watching.
Her being a lesbian seems almost normal compared to her ignoring me, Sammy thought.
"Oh-h-h-h-h, a-a-a-a-a!" Sue continued moaning as she watched Sammy watching her.
Then Sammy realized that she wasn't quite ignoring him. She seemed to be enjoying having him watch. Since she first saw him there, she'd begun rocking her body slightly, grinding her cunt on Pat's wagging tongue.
Now she reached under her ass and grabbed Pat's tits. And as she squeezed them, she continued looking at Sammy.
Sammy began to understand. He remembered when he first showed his sister his prick. There had been a real thrill for him, just letting his sister see his big, hard prick. He'd felt the same thrill when he'd whipped out his prick for Joyce.
So he could understand how Sue felt as she let him watch her perverted act. It was almost as though he were doing her a favor by watching.
Then Sammy realized that his prick was still sticking out. In fact, he had it in his hand. And when he realized that, he felt the same thrill he'd just been thinking about.
Both of them were playing the same game, then. They were showing off and enjoying being watched.
Under those circumstances, Sammy shed his embarrassment altogether. He stood up straight, facing the lesbians. His hand began moving back and forth on his prick. He was going to jerk off right there, with Sue's eyes on him!
It had been fun peeking. But standing there jerking off and watching was even better.
"O-o-o-o-o-o!" Sue kept moaning.
Then Pat must have noticed that Sue was staring at something. She began tilting her head back, trying to see too. Sammy could see her, under Sue's cunt, rolling her eyes to see.
Pat was able to keep sucking Sue's cunt as she maneuvered her head around to look at him.
Sammy knew his sister was about to see him. And he didn't think she would take it the same way Sue had.
He was right. When his sister saw him, she began trying to climb out from under Sue's crotch.
"Sammy… you bofff-gub… dawn son of a blog!" she muttered.
But Sue lowered her cunt, gagging Pat.
"It's all right," Sue said. "Don't stop! Come on. Don't mind him."
Sammy stood there, still stroking his cock. Sue's words were so calm and sure that Pat settled down. She began licking Sue's cunt again, but she kept her head tilted so she could see her brother.
Pat's face was red, Sammy noticed. That figured. She'd been caught eating another chick's cunt. His face would be red too in her position.
In face, his face was red too. Although he wasn't doing anything perverted like she, it was pretty weird to be standing there watching, and jerking off too.
Sammy struggled to keep his hand moving slowly. He didn't want to come until Sue did. But it was too late to prolong his orgasm any longer.
"Uh-h-h-h!" he grunted.
"Suck my clit, Pat," Sue said. "Your brother's coming, and I want to come too."
Sammy saw his sister increase her cunt lapping slightly. Although he couldn't see exactly what was going on down there, he figured she was doing what Sue told her to do.
"Uh-h-h-h-h!" Sammy grunted again as a huge shot of gism sprang from his prick.
"O o-o-o-o-o-o!" Sue moaned. "E-e-e-e-e-e! Ah-h-h-h!"
She was coming, Sammy could tell. They were both coming as they watched each other.
The dyke was shaking now as she squatted over Pat's face. She had to lean on Pat's tits to keep from falling over. Her face was strained with passion. But she kept her eyes right on Sammy.
Now his fist was a blur as he pumped.
Gism, glinting in the sunlight, littered the ground in front of him.
"Oh-h-h, oh-h-h-h!" Sue sighed. "Ah-h-h-h! Um-m-m-m!"
Her orgasm had run its course. She moved off Pat's face, sitting down on the grass beside her. Her crotch faced Sammy. It looked like she was showing it to him purposefully.
Pat sat up. She looked at her brother with a frown as she wiped the juice off her cheeks and chin with both hands. She was obviously humiliated.
"You followed us here!" Pat said. "You spied on us!"
"No," Sammy began as he stuffed his prick back into his pants. "I just came down here to go for a swim. I didn't know…"
"Bullshit!" Pat interrupted coldly.
"It doesn't matter," Sue said. "I think it's nice that he came. It was more exciting having a guy around."
Sammy was surprised to hear that. And he must have showed it.
"Surprised, huh?" Sue said. "Everybody knows I'm a dyke, so they think I don't like guys. Well, I do."
Sammy's prick began to stir. Maybe this would turn out to be more than mere peeking and showing off, he thought.