Roberta bounced at the end of the diving board. Testing its spring, perhaps, or surveying the people in the water or at poolside while she selected the proper angle for her swanlike plunge. Amy Messenger was damned sure the cow was only bobbing up and down so her tits would jiggle and everyone would notice how stacked and sexy she was. The Goddamned slut! There was no other word for the bitch.
With a squeal of glee and warning, Roberta arced up into the air, then into the water sharp and clean as a knife blade. There was a splash as she went under, and she came up – beaching like a whale! reflected Amy – shaking water from he blonde hair. Roberta then got out of the pool, wet from head to toe, bathing suit glued to her body like a coating of thinned-out pink paint.
She stood on the edge of the pool, not two feet from Amy, and the water dripped from her body. Stacked wasn't quite the word for Roberta. She was about five-nine and Amy guessed that the measurements would approximate. Tits like melons, and so inadequately concealed by her pink bikini halter that every male eye within a mile was glazed with lust. And right now the wet bikini top clung like skin, so tight-stretched, thanks to that little splash in the pool, that Roberta's tits strained and thrust at the skimpy material, nipples standing out vividly. The bikini pants were just as pink, just as wet, just as tight-fitting, and Amy couldn't quite understand how Roberta managed to keep them on. They'd already managed to slip halfway down Roberta's ass, so that the big girl's ass was tantalizingly revealed to anyone standing behind her. And she made a point of turning round needlessly half a dozen times, so that eventually everyone within range of binoculars had at least one clear shot of her ass. What a slut! thought Amy, crumpling her paper cup and tossing it into a waste can.
Alex came up behind the big blonde, and he put his hands on her waist. She raised her eyebrows in a cutesy, sexy manner, saying "Oooohhh, who's touching my body?" and she wiggled her ass toward him, giggling. Amy wanted to barf.
She'd disliked Roberta from their fist meeting almost an hour ago. Especially when Alex warmed to the bitch and they settled into the back seat of Steve's car and laughed and chatted like old buddies all the way to the club. Up front with Steve, Amy was silent and morose, knitting her fingers and rarely speaking.
Oh, sure there were extenuating circumstances. Maybe. Roberta was really built for eighteen. Could you blame Alex for getting slobbery over that body? Men were conditioned to turn on when they saw a shape like Roberta's; it was part of some supernatural design. But couldn't he also see what Amy had no trouble detecting? That Roberta was a cheap slut or twit who'd be no more desirable than a dried-up cow flop if you took away her big tits and round ass?
There were dark roots in that head of teased blonde hair, pointing to a drugstore origin. Her teeth were capped. Amy tried to conjure up a vision of Roberta's pre-dentist snaggle-toothed smile, and it pleased her. Yeah! she thought. And God didn't make noses as cute, and button like and turned-up as hers, either. Some plastic surgeon had probably created Roberta's nose from a Durante style original. It was all a fake. The tits didn't look like a silicone job, but Amy wasn't ready to bet on it yet. No, she thought. Roberta is just like a robot. Or was the proper term android? She could never remember. Whichever, she wasn't real and natural.
And it was disgusting to have to watch her brother make a fool of himself over the cunt. She didn't want to see that male weakness in Alex. She didn't want him to be there, cuddling Roberta against him, tickling her ribs so she'd giggle in a high-pitched voice. She didn't want "Huh?" said Amy. Steve was beside her on a chaise lounge, sipping a Coke from the bar. He put his hand on her thigh, just below the button of her bikini panty, and she felt like slapping him for the unwanted touch.
"I said, 'Why don't you and I split?' Aren't you listening at all, Amy? You've been in a rotten mood all day. It isn't your period or anything, is it?"
"No, of course not," she said, sun glassed eyes still focused on Roberta and Alex. She wondered if she were strong enough to throw the big busty girl into the pool and drown her. Probably not. Roberta looked the hefty type. The kind who could put up a fight. Unless, of course, somebody was about to feed her eight inches of cock. She wouldn't fight that. Not on her life!
"Well?" Steve went on, cupping her knee for a moment, then sliding his possessive palm onto her thigh again. God! Amy thought. In a minute he's gonna be grabbing my pussy! And I'll have to wrap his deck chair around his fucking neck! Didn't he know, couldn't he see, that she had changed since yesterday afternoon? She wasn't the same Amy.
"Let's go for a ride," be suggested. "I know a canyon where the grass is soft and green and birds sing melodiously on every bush and tree, and…" His face was coming clear… he was breathing into her ear… his hand slid up her leg. Amy was sure be meant to fuck her right here, right now, with everybody watching, with Alex only a couple of feet away.
"Unh-uhhh," she replied firmly, leaving her chair. Yesterday she'd have – God, yesterday she had – gone with him to that canyon, and she'd allowed him to have most of his way with her. But not today. And perhaps never again. She wanted Alex, not Steve.
"I'm hungry," she said in a voice loud enough for Alex and Roberta to hear. "And this is such a drag. Why don't we get a bucket of chicken and go to our place or something?"
It was cool and pleasant in the Messenger basement, which had been done up as a rumpus room. Rachel's washer and drier took up a corner of the basement now, sharing space with a pool table, some furniture too shabby to use upstairs, a small bar, and a black-and-white TV. Amy and Steve sat on the couch drinking a couple of beers, finishing the last of the fried chicken, while Alex and Roberta played a game of pool. Steve had his hands on Amy whenever he could get them into play, but she wasn't interested. Her eyes were on Alex and the blonde.
"You missed!" Roberta gloated. "My turn again!" Alex was a good pool player, too, as Amy was well aware. She was lucky to get in a shot at all, if he had the break. But with Roberta, he kept flubbing, over and over. Amy knew why. It was plain as day.
Roberta bent over, sighting down the cue. Her ass wiggled behind her, twitching to the beat of an imaginary rock band, and when she leaned forward, the scarf halter improvised for her big tits jiggled and gave way, offering free peeks into her luscious cleavage. Her tits had a tendency to sway and bounce as she lined up her shots, and Alex kept missing, giving her plenty of chances to line up her shots. Did he have so little self-respect? Was he fucking up a game he excelled at just to get a few cheap thrills from [missing text].
No, she didn't! But she wanted to! If only she could forget last night. And that was impossible.
"Don't you ever think of anything but sex?" she asked Steve shamelessly as his hand once again cupped her breast. She was bra-less under the halter, and his fingers worked the fabric against the skin until her nipple stood up automatically. Amy shivered, watching, feeling his hand encircle her small ripe mound. "My brother's watching," she added in an undertone. "What if he decides to kick your ass for playing with me?"
"Alex? The only as he's got his mind on is Roberta's. Bet we could really get it on, right here. He's so busy looking down her cleavage he wouldn't notice if we hollered and told him. Came on, Amy, you're not very friendly today. What's the matter?" His fingers worked past the edge of her halter, onto the flesh inside, and before Amy could stop him or even gasp, he was cupping her bare breast, fingers jerking behind the halter's thin veil of fabric. She whimpered softly, withering he wouldn't do that. Steve didn't seem to notice.
"Hey," Roberta sang. "I won! I won!!" She was jumping up and down, and of course her tits bobbled inside the scarf halter. Amy had never seen anything so cheaply obvious as the jiggling motion of Roberta's tits. She sniffed in contempt.
Alex walked round the pool table and joined the stacked blonde.
"I never won a game of pool before," Roberta confided. "Ooh, God, I'm so excited! Feel how my heart is beating?" And with that she took Alex's hand and planted it right atop the bulge of her left breast, using her lingers to seal his hand around the hump of flesh. "Pitty-pat, pitty-pat," she gushed, lifting onto her tiptoes, one hand bracing itself on Alex's muscular shoulder. "I know you let me win," she went on, purring-cute, "and for that, here's your good-sport prize." She slammed her mouth against his, locking her hand around his neck, twining one leg round his, clinging to him like vine ascending a brick wall.
Alex didn't fight. He grabbed her buttocks and pulled Roberta against him, his body a stout post for her to climb. And she climbed, kissing him with loud sucking noises, her cunt grinding into his loins as he kneaded the full, firm cheeks of her ass. Amy scarcely noticed that her own halter was being untied – not until her nipples were suddenly chilled by the air-conditioning, then warmed almost at once by Steve's pinching fingers.
She sank back, watching through one eye the Alex Roberta situation. Resistance seemed futile now, especially when she felt Steve's hard-on distending the front of his pants. His lips touched hers, wet and open, and she kissed him back, a little more spirit flowing from her body as she remembered how nice it had been with her and Steve, before Amy accepted his tongue in her mouth, and her tits warmed in his squeezing hands. He didn't seem to care that they weren't as big as Roberta's. Maybe all guys weren't like Alex. Oh, God, if only they were! Then she wouldn't have this problem. She wouldn't want him right now, the only guy she couldn't have, and she wouldn't be thinking of him while Steve's hands explored her vibrant young body.
He took his mouth off hers and moved it quickly to the buds of her red nipples. "That feels good," she told him, wishing she sounded more involved. And while she nursed Steve at her bosom, Amy looked toward the pool table, at her brother and her rival.
They were just coming out of their kiss, Roberta panting like a spent mare as she settled onto the soles of her wedgies. And when Alex turned, Amy could see that his pants thrust out with the lump of a stiff pecker. She gulped, and one tiny tear welled in her eye. She blinked as it rolled down her cheek.
"What have we here?" giggled Roberta, petting the bulge in Alex's trousers. He stood straight, tall, and handsome, his shoulders thrown back as she fondled his hidden boner, and he didn't even look in Amy's direction. It was as if she no longer existed as part of his life. Hate throbbed in her bosom. Hate for Roberta, hate for Alex, and hate for Steve too. She'd shown them. She'd show them all!
"Steve," she whispered, stroking his long, curly hair. "I have a wonderful surprise for you." He unclasped her nipple and a thin trail of spit stretched from her pap to his mouth as he drew back his head. She took him by the hand and placed his fingers upon the tight crotch of her shorts. "There," she went on. "There. That's where I want you. Take me, Steve. Take all of me!!"
He looked at her, then toward Alex. Amy signaled with her eyes, telling him it was all right.
He grinned broadly, his hands making for the tipper of he shorts. Amy went limp as he stripped her of shorts and panties, and then he untied her tennis shoes. She kicked them off and settled back on the sofa naked. Lust frothed on his lips as he eyed her naked body, and the bulge in his pants seemed to grow larger.
She heard Roberta giggle. "That looks like a good idea," the cow-tit blonde told Alex. And then a zip, and Roberta's excited intake of breath. "Who! It's even cuter than it feels!"
Amy didn't look. She couldn't. It was bad enough to know that Alex's cock was in Roberta's hands; she didn't think she could endure seeing it. Instead, she stared resolutely at Steve, and she cupped her breasts from beneath, nipples extended in offering. "Come and get it," she purred. "Haven't you waited long enough?"
It was amazing how he could kiss her and stroke her and feel up her tits and pussy, and at the same time be undressing himself while he writhed atop her body. Amy shivered at the touch of his excited fingers, she opened her mouth to his equally excited tongue, and she caressed him with frisky little motions of her smooth long legs.
"Do you mean it?" he gasped between kisses. "Do you really mean it?"
"Mmmm-hmmm," Amy sighed. "You can screw me, Stevie. If you're man enough to do it."
"Hot damn!" He was just getting his pants down then, pants and undershorts in one quick jerk that brought his hot stiff rod into scorching contact with the flesh of Amy's stomach.
Yesterday she'd salivated for that cock, aching to get it in her mouth, to feel its hot salty cum squirt in gushers down her throat. Today? Today she hardly cared. Steve was about to fuck her, but he'd never known that his stroke of luck was entirely due to the presence of his girl's brother. If Alex could whore it up with Roberta, well, Amy could do a little sharing too. And she hoped he got a Goddamned eyeful and a fucking bellyful and a son of a bitching mindful of her, too, damn him!
"Ah," she groaned in mock ecstasy as Steve kicked away his pants and shorts. He sat up, took off his sandals, and Amy sat up too, her hands cuddling his cock and balls. "Pretty, sooo pretty," she told his penis, blowing warm breath across its tip. "Peter want a kiss?" Her tongue flicked out, snaking into the cum left at its tip. Steve wailed in joy, every inch of his body shivering deliriously as Amy bathed his glands.
"Why don't we go upstairs?" Roberta suggested in her honeyed voice. "Maybe they'd like some privacy."
"This is fine with me," Alex replied nonchalantly. The blonde squealed in a shrill voice. Amy could hear the rustle of clothing. She shifted her eyes away from Steve's prick just in time to see Alex peel the scarf halter from Roberta's big brown-nipple boobs. They wobbled as they were set free, jiggling like a plate of jelly. Alex's hands caressed those big titties, and Roberta's head shook from side to side, as if she were in the grip of unendurable pleasure.
"Oooohhh, Alex!!" she whined. "You're so cute and cool, and so really together…" she reached down to trap the cock whose barrel thrust through his unzipped trousers, and her hand slid up and down the long shaft as he played with her fat boobs.
Steve's thick dick vibrated in Amy's hands, but she was scarcely aware of it, forgetting completely that only yesterday afternoon she had thought it a marvel of male architecture. She accepted the end of it in her mouth, stretching widely to allow his thickness its entrance, and even as her tongue began to work, Steve grabbed her by the head and tried to impale her throat with his hard dong.
"Oh, suck me, baby, suck me like you did yesterday… eat it… eat it all…"
She endured his thrusts, sucking with a little more involvement, and for a moment, as pre-Alex memories strengthened, it was almost enjoyable. But Roberta's high-pitched voice cut into Amy's concentration.
"Let's do it on the floor!" the girl trilled. "I like to do it on the floor. On my hands and knees, doggie-style. It feels sooo good that way." Of course you'd like it that way, Amy thought. You're just a bitch. Why wouldn't you dig getting fucked like a dog? "Get the cushions from those chair," Roberta went on, "we'll put them under my tummy-turn."
Oh, Christ, Amy thought. Tummy-turn? She raised her head slowly, Steve's dick half-emerging from her mouth bubbly with spit, and she looked up at her date, whose face was bright with anticipation.
"Now?" he panted, grabbing her shoulders. He tried to lay her down on the couch, and it was obvious that Steve was more than ready to take what she'd denied so long, what she was finally offering him.
Amy had no time to speak as he pressed her down. She could only spread her legs in acceptance, Steve moving between them. His hand was already fisted round his cock as he steered it toward her pussy. Amy wished she were a little more oiled up. She'd worked on his cock but he'd been too excited to do much for her, and she didn't look forward to his insertion. God, moisten me up, she prayed silently.
Steve blocked her vision of Alex and Roberta, but she could hear squeals and giggles and a thumping, too. Thumping? Were they really piling chair cushions on the floor to brace Roberta's tummy-turn? She wished she could see, but Steve's shoulder was in the way as he angled his cock further downward, scraping her pussy with the hard, hot knob.
"How come you're so dry? Aren't you ready?" Roberta was making some voraciously loud, slurpy sounds and Amy knew that the bitch was sucking Alex. She flamed with anger. And jealousy. Of course it was jealousy. Why shouldn't it be? Alex belonged to her and she to him. It was sinful for them to be making love to strangers. "Stuff it in," she said, hoping the words were lascivious and inviting, and, above all, audible to Alex and Roberta. "Ram me with your cock," she went on, speaking faster, more shrilly. "Split me! Oh, Steve, drive it in and FUCK MEEEE!!"
"Goddamn, yesss!!!" he hollered, stabbing her tight twat with head of his dick. Amy screamed as the thick pole sought admittance, and one of her legs shot straight up into the air, toes jerking spasmodically. He dug at her unyielding sex, frantic with his desire to get it in and up, and Amy strained too, wishing to Jesus he'd hurry up and fuck her, no matter how much it hurt, no matter how much she wished it were Alex, not Steve. "WHEEEEE!!" Roberta screamed. "Oh, lick me! Get your tongue in it, Alex! OOo… darling doooooo itt!!! Jeeee-susssss, my clit!"
Amy's body suffused in a hot, burning flush. Alex was eating Roberta now. She wanted to seal off her scream, to escape the blonde bitch's slaughtered-pig squeals, but she couldn't avoid those shrill cries no matter how she tried. "C'mon!" she challenged Steve. "Can't you even fuck a girl?"
"You're too tight," he answered. "I don't want to hurt you."
"Oh, screw that! Shove it in!!"
He pressed harder with the tip of his rod and Amy's petaled pussy yielded slightly. Steve was appreciably thicker than her brother, and she wasn't quite ready for him. Her pussy was very dry in spite of her eagerness to take him on, and as Steve finally got some of his cock in, she opened her mouth in a heart-stopping scream.
Steve pulled back at once, his face pale with care and concern. "Me you okay? Did I hurt you?"
"Let me on top," she suggested. The scream had drained some vital spark of energy, and speaking was difficult. "Maybe it'll be easier that way."
Steve picked himself up and helped Amy. She was nervous as a cat, wandering if she could go through with this after all. Even to spite Alex. He'd hurt her with that attempted stab, and her cunt felt raw and lacerated. Maybe she was still too tight for dicks the size of Steve's. Maybe she should practice a few days, spreading herself with fingers or handy household objects, such as candles, or long handled spoons, or. Her eyes scanned the rumpus room and she saw them. Roberta, her big lush body naked, lying on the floor with her curvy ass thrust high, chair cushions bracing her from underneath. Legs spread widely. And Alex.
Alex. Naked too, cock and balls showing between his legs as he knelt behind Roberta. His face was thrust into the gap of her spread and she was quivering and squealing as he mouthed her pussy. His hands grasped the plump cheeks of her buttocks, fingers digging into the golden pink-tinted flesh. Amy knew exactly how the busty blonde must feel right now, with that marvelous tongue snaking around in her slit. Flicking her clitoral bud, pushing up her twat itself until the muscles snapped and jerked as if they meant to seize that tongue and pull it all the way up, to imbed it in her womb.
She looked at the breadth of his shoulders, at his narrow waist, at the flat of his bare buttocks, at the strong, long, muscular legs. She stared at his cock where it jiggled and shook in fierce erection, at the nuts hanging beneath – the nuts that had filled her belly with love's sweet fluid last night in bed.
"Hey," Steve whispered into her ear, "remember me?" He cupped her tits, squeezed a couple of times, then jabbed one hand into her crotch. His finger tickled her pussy slit. "You're a lot wetter now," he said with approval, moving his finger along her gash, the tip carefully venturing inside. "Wow, listen to Roberta taking it! Your brother must be some stud. So c'mon, Amy, let's make them look like a couple of fuckin' amateurs! Come to papa, baby!"
And Amy knew that she would do it. Yes, she would! She'd fuck Steve blind. She'd scream in her orgasm and she'd wail and whine and moan, and Alex would hear her convulsions. He'd look at her as she tossed in ecstasy, and he'd wonder why he was fucking a pig like Roberta when he could have a vibrant, responsive creature like Amy, any time, any place.
"Yes," she panted. "Yes, darling, yes! I'm ready now! Ready to be fucked!" She giggled, grinding her ass on his peter, then lifting her buttocks. Her hand seized his shaft. "Ooohh, it's up big and hard and fat, just for me! Let me put it where it belongs, Steve, darling, and then you can fuck me till your cum runs out my ears!"
"Right on, baby!!" he yelled, his loins humping already while Amy arranged herself above his restless cock.
She straightened the dick, kissed its knob with her dripping pussy, then settled down carefully. Her pussy was wet now, and it opened to suck up the end of him. "Feel how sticky I am now?" she teased, working his tip into the mouth of her pussy. "Ready, too. Ready to eat your cock with my hot snatch! Are you ready too?"
"Jesus, I've been ready!" he assured her, hands on Amy's hipbones. She eased down a little more, and his cock began to slide up her greasing chute. She was wetter, stickier now, very ready, but it was still an excruciatingly tight fit, and her pussy ached with the size of him. "Good," he whispered behind Amy. "Great!"
But it didn't help. Not his eagerness, not her spite. For Alex had pried his mouth from Roberta's shaking bottom and he was positioning himself behind the writhing blonde. "Stick it in!!" she shouted, her ass wiggling a signal of cunty readiness.
He turned, and for a moment his eyes and Amy's were locked in on one another. She couldn't fathom the expression in his brown orbs, and she wondered if he could read her own. Viciously, snarling in his direction, Amy thrust herself down in full sight of her watching brother. Steve's cock rammed up her twat, and she moaned, knowing that it was his egg like testicles she could feel quivering at the mouth of her tunnel.
"AAAHH!!" she cried in triumph, pained by the thickness of Steve's dick but curiously happy that her brother was watching as she sucked it all home. Her ass shook and she could feel the blood draining from her face. Her tits were sore, as if they'd been pinched for and her nipples stood out in painful erections. She glared at Alex, asking him with her eyes, How do you like this, younger brother? and then she began to fuck Steve with all her power, all her anger, all her furious resentment.
Alex turned away and she had a flash of his tumescent cock. He took his pecker in hand and moved toward Roberta, kneeling behind her. One hand shot round her body to tickle the dangling swells of her tits, while the other steered his prick into her snatch.
"Yessss!! Yeessss!!" Roberta squealed, and Alex was in her, fucking, ramming, plunging. For a moment Amy watched the tension of his ass as he stabbed the blonde girl from behind, and then her eyes filled with team and she couldn't look another second.
"F-f-f-fuckkkk," she sobbed, and Steve took her at her word. Gripping her possessively by the hips, he started pounding his meat up into her, Amy rocking and bobbing with his frenzied strokes. She could hear Roberta wheezing and panting under Alex's attack and she moved her own body with a vengeful eagerness to outdo Alex and his partner.
Even so, Roberta apparently reached climax first. She came like the pig she was, with gasps and grunts and moans that made Amy sick to hear them. And in a second or two, Alex too groaned and she knew that, he was spilling his seed into Roberta's undeserving pussy. She closed her eyes, determined to watch no more, if she couldn't screw her way to orgasm fast. And she dedicated herself to surpassing Roberta, to astonishing Alex with the intense fervor of her own orgasm.
It hit her without warning, a sudden explosion in the pit of her belly that made Amy shake and vibrate and chum atop Steve, and she opened her eyes in wide surprise. She hadn't really expected to come – she'd been counting on a fake job that would impress Steve and Alex – and the reality of it was a pleasant gift.
"Unnhhhh," she moaned in a soprano, "I'm cuming!" and her pussy sank down, eating Steve's cock in hungry sucking swallows. She took him deeply, to the bowl of her womb, and it was a warm, wet come, but even as she wiggled and shuddered with its rippling, she knew that it couldn't hold a candle to the one Alex had given her last night. It was only a substitute, as adequate as most substitutes, but nothing to write home about. Write home? Christ, she was at home! This was the house she lived in, this was the fucking rumpus room! Sometimes she and Dad sat on this very couch and watched the Rams battle it out with the visiting team.
Amy's eyes blinked open and shut as she bounced on Steve's dick, and she felt it starting to bloom inside her. Bloom? God, there was hardly enough room for his prick in her pussy as it was! And she recognized that swelling. It was something she'd often felt in her mouth as he readied himself to coat her gullet with sticky cum. "Nooo!!" she wailed. "Not inside me!"
"Huh?" Steve groaned dully.
Amy lifted, cock popping out of her pussy, and it was incredible the way her twat snapped back into place once the thick invader had been removed. That in itself was enough to send her twittering into another climax, but she had to keep her head. She settled down again, rubbing his peter, wet from her cunt and cum, on her pubic puff and lower abdomen. Back and forth across her hot skin Amy slid his organ, until suddenly it gushed and she was bathed in his cream. She seized him in her fist and shucked his pole until the ejaculation was complete. Her entire hand was drenched with cum, and so was most of her belly and beaver. Huge, gobby drops of sticky goo everywhere. God, such a big load! And if he'd poured it up her pussy, instead of outside? The very thought of knitting baby clothes… "Ah," Steve moaned from behind, apparently not too displeased that she hadn't accepted his semen in her belly. His cock twitched in her fingers, pissed out another thin spurting of seed, and then his stiffness faded like morning dew. In a moment her hand clutched a very wet, very sticky, very soft pecker, and Amy's belly had virtually ceased its convulsive orgasmic flutters.
She looked up then, and Roberta and Alex were sitting side by side. Amy hoped to shit they'd gotten their Goddamned eyes full. Especially Alex. Very especially Alex.
"Wow," she said, hoping that conveyed the intense spiritual as well as physical nature of what she'd just gone through for their benefit. "Talk about fucking!"