At three in the afternoon, Lita drove Sharon home.
She had slept a couple of hours and was still groggy when she left the car and climbed the path to her house.
In public – driving – Lita had been her proper, poised, beautiful self, though her hand had crept across the car seat and over Sharon's thigh to press the crotch of her shorts and squeeze her pussy.
Sharon entered the house. It was a nice enough place, small but decently furnished. They would have far better if her father did not spend his earnings like water on young broads. She heard noises.
She paused, holding her breath. Listening, she slipped into the dining room. Bedsprings were creaking.
She heard a loud moan. "Buddy!"
He said, "Spread your legs wider, Nancy. I want to whack all the way into your big hole."
"Buddy! Your prick feels like a cannon!"
Sharon's eyes narrowed. Nancy! She hadn't had enough last night, had come here chasing Buddy's cock!
Sharon tiptoed through the dining room to the hall. The door of Buddy's room was ajar. She peered through the crack between door and jamb.
Buddy was on top, his ass to Sharon. Nancy's white legs were wrapped around his waist. He had raised up and was fucking her high. Sharon saw his scrotum fly up, baring his big pink cock as it slid into Nancy's cunt. His balls flopped down, swatting the white swells of her ass.
When Buddy's enormous, pink cock next pulled out, his balls fell to the side and Sharon could see the full curved length of prick, that pink, suckable man-meat, and the head that would choke any woman's hole.
She gazed at Nancy's big, livid cunt and at the wealth of dark, wet twat hair surrounding it. Sharon licked her parched lips. She wanted to mouth Nancy's cunt. Lita had really turned her on to the lesbian scene.
Despite her experiences of the day, Sharon was instantly hot. She raised her halter to her armpits and began kneading her breasts. Then, without unclasping the waist of her shorts, she unzipped the fly front and shoved a hand down inside her panties to the furry snatch that Lita had licked so many times. She probed her wet gash. Her clit was up again like a little prick, like Buddy's years ago when she used to bathe him. Was that why she had seduced him yesterday? Because his little peanut had been the first she ever held?
Nancy groaned, "Oh, Buddy, I can't get enough. Will you come to the motel tonight and fuck me again there? Please?"
"I'll be pooped. This is the third time I've banged you this afternoon."
"Buddy, if I promise to suck it, will you come to the motel? At about three in the morning? I'll suck it all the way, and drink your cum."
Sharon spread her legs and slid two fingers into her snatch. She panted as she watched Buddy's fat pink cock slide in and out. It looked a little soft now. She wished she could go down on it and suck it to renewed stiffness. And she would lick Nancy's hairy cunt too. Were such thoughts disloyal to Lita? She did love Lita, and the things they had shared, the pool, the chaise lounge for two, the labyrinth of hedges, the sex room where she had first tasted woman juice.
Buddy sighed and drew out of Nancy's cunt. His salami of a cock was not limp but it lacked its normal, rigid curve.
He said, "I'm kind of worn out. Do you want to suck it now?" He fell on his back. Nancy eagerly twisted down his body, seizing the softening member in her two hands.
She placed the pink cock between her tits, a dark-capped pair that Sharon guessed were as large as her own. She squeezed them in on it and rocked back and forth. Tiring of this sport, she raised the cock to her mouth and began licking the white goo from the glans.
Sharon could fairly taste it herself. She jammed her fingers deep into her cunt and thumbed her clit, bowing her legs and hipping into the thumb pressure. She had come many times today, but orgasmic pressure was building up again inside her.
Oh, it must taste good! It was a delicious thing, that softly sheathed, fat arrowhead!
Nancy jerked it off with one hand. Her other closed on Buddy's giant nuts.
Sharon could bear no more. It was Nancy, not she, who had a mouthful of cock.
Even the knowledge that Buddy would prove the ruination of Nancy's career as night manager did not let Sharon linger. She slipped away to her room and closed the door. She undressed and climbed into bed, her fist between her legs, two fingers in her hole.
Her cum was quiet, and, as juice dribbled out of her cunt, she fell asleep.
Buddy breathed in long, wrenching gasps. He was lying sprawled on his bed, watching Nancy suck his cock.
She rose up, baring the wet tool, lipping the head, her tongue and lips rolling about it. Then her mouth yawned and she plunged downward, her mouth an oval shaped to the thickness of his shank, her cheeks sucking in the cylindrical form.
In the dresser mirror he could see her cocked-up ass, two round white cheeks divided by cunt hair, the longest, darkest, most plentiful he had ever imagined. But the hair did not conceal her livid gash, a long, teardrop shape that convulsed as she sucked. The guys at military school would never believe this.
He was crazy about Nancy. Yet it had all happened so fast he felt he scarcely knew her. He had kept asking her questions about herself. All had been answered by wet kisses or grabs at his crotch. She sure was wild for his meat.
He whispered, "Nancy, do you like that?"
She looked up, her mouth lifting off his knob. The tip was still in her lips when she spoke.
"I love sucking it. Every time I go down sucking, my cunt squirts."
She squeezed his nuts; Buddy gasped. Her squeeze had triggered it solid, like a ball of fire, was rising from his balls.
Nancy cried, "You're coming!" She gulped his cock, taking the whole thing into her mouth and sucking frantically.
Buddy felt his hips jerk, fucking right into Nancy's throat, choking her on the thrusts of his big cockhead.
He groaned loudly as it blew. There was a jolt, a burning explosion. His whole body went stiff as a board, when he shot his load into her mouth.
The noise of her sucking was loud, a voracious slurping as she swallowed his cream.
Buddy sagged, sinking into the bed, feeling the last feeble spurts erupt from his prick, and the hungry suction of her mouth on the tip.
He awakened to find himself alone. Had it been a dream?
The sheet was sopping with cunt juice and cum. And on the table was a note. Darling, tonight at the motel. Any time. Love, N.
He sat up on the edge of the bed, shaking his head to clear it. He looked at the clock. Four. He had intended meeting a couple of guys at the beach to swim and maybe get acquainted with some chicks. It was too late now.
Where was Sharon?
He pushed up from the bed and went to her room. The door was shut. He fisted the knob and turned it slowly, opening the door without a creak.
Sharon lay on her bed asleep, naked.
He stared at his sister's rosy tits, sloping a bit to the sides, at the twat hair curling down her belly and bushing out between her spread thighs.
He felt his cock lift. He slipped into the room and sat gingerly on the edge of the bed, studying her. She looked so peaceful and innocent. But she was not like that. She was tough, demanding. Everything she did was for a purpose. For instance, he knew she had turned him on to Nancy for reasons of her own.
Her eyes opened. "Buddy!"
"I was just sitting here, thinking."
She stretched, then reached behind herself and plumped the pillow, raising her head to see him better.
"Thinking what?" she asked.
"Why you turned me on to Nancy."
She smiled broadly. "It was an act of charity. She was so frustrated, a nervous wreck. And I hated the idea of you jerking off all the time. What's the matter, didn't you like fucking her?"
"It's the greatest. But…"
"But what?"
He did not know what. He was suspicious of Sharon's motives. He always was. He shrugged.
Sharon's hands moved to her breasts. She caressed them, rubbing her palms on the nipples and digging her fingers into the white flesh.
"Sharon, why're you doing that?"
"Because it feels good."
He sensed she was doing it to draw him off the subject of Nancy. He watched her knead those luscious, protruding white tits. Nancy had a great pair, but no girl's tits stuck out like Sharon's or had such huge circles drawn out to nipple points that made his mouth water.
As he, watched, her right hand vined down her belly and pressed her twat hair. She rubbed her mound. Then she jacked up her legs, spreading them, and drew back on her pubes, opening her cunt. He saw the glistening coral of her gash. She fingered into it and began to massage the little clit knob. Her glance swung to him, searching, her eyes narrowing.
Yes, she was trying to make him forget his question about Nancy.
He asked, "Why did you set it up for me to fuck her?"
"Don't bother me. Go away and let me masturbate."
His twitching cock had risen. It hung in a half-hard loop. He said, "I'm not sure you like Nancy."
"I like her fine."
"You act sort of touchy around her."
"Women don't get along as well as men do."
"Maybe you want to have her job."
"You bet your sweet ass I do! It pays lots more bucks than mine."
He watched her slide two fingers down her gash and into her snatch. She kept her thumb pressing her clit. Her hips began to surge.
He asked, "Is that how you do it? Masturbate?"
"How else would I do it?"
She squirmed down the bed now, nearing him. Her hand reached over his thigh and closed on his cockhead.
She murmured, "Let me play with it. I'll come quicker that way."
Her palm cupped his end, a warm, caressing softness. Nancy did it differently. She just grabbed. Like Sharon had said, Nancy was frustrated. She seemed to be trying to make up for a lot of missed fucking. Sharon had always gotten hers. He used to spy on her when guys drove her home from dates. He had seen them fucking in the car, rigid in front of the house.
His cock throbbed. The head grew out of the circle of her thumb and index finger. She massaged the shank. Her fist squeezed up and down it in a jerking motion that produced a rapid hardening.
The discussion of why she had turned him on to Nancy had died. He worked down at the slender fingers she was forcing into her cunt. Her hips were working now, humping away. He heard her grunt. He reached over her thigh and stroked the downiness of her stomach then her silky, auburn twat hair. He gently pinched her mound and tugged it.
He traced the jelly softness of her inner lips, down to the fingers curling into her hole. He tucked his index finger in along with hers.
Sharon arched up, her hips jerking. Her right hand vised on his cook.
"Buddy! If you keep on making me hot, you'll have to fuck me!"
After he had pronged Nancy that third time, he had thought he would never get it up again. But now it stood like a bedpost, the head flaring out like a mushroom. It was throbbing with eagerness to squeeze into her sloshy cunt.
He was breathing hard. He choked, "But Sharon, you set me up with Nancy. It's like she's my girl. You know? I think a guy shouldn't have only one girl at a time."
"Then go away! Let me masturbate in peace!"
He could not. He bent down to the fork of her raised legs. He thumbed the wet, silky lip hair. It was much darker than that on her mound.
Lowering, he saw cunt drool dribble from their fingers to her white asscheeks. Her thighs were spread now, her feet planted firmly on the bed as she heaved, rolling her hips, writhing on the fingers in her cunt.
The hand jerking his cock now felt small. His organ was, iron, the skin more difficult to move all the time, stretched taut as his cock throbbed out to a fat, curving pink stiffness.
He bent to her inner thigh and nibbled it.
Sharon whimpered, "Don't, honey. You mustn't. Buddy, that's too good!"
He licked the satiny flesh, mouthing, eating down toward the smell of hot cunt. He reached her mound. He nuzzled the soft bush. Sharon's hand fell away. He swabbed his tongue clown her coral slit.
She screeched. "Oh, honey! Go boy, go! To my hole!"
He licked her groove, smacking his lips. He probed with his tongue. It slid into her full length, deep into the convulsing hole. He sucked the spill of juice.
He mouthed each big, hairy lip in turn, tugged, shook his head.
Sharon was writhing about now, and pitching about on the bed.
He had to have it. He thrust back, tore her hand from his cock, and climbed over her legs. He reached up her body and cupped his hands on her tits. He mounted her.
"Buddy, you were going to save it for Nancy. You're a bastard. Why did you come in here naked in the first place?"
"You started it," he said.
She had swung her legs together, shutting off his entry to her hole.
"Buddy, I told you before to go away and let me masturbate."
"But, Sis, my cock is so stiff…"
"Then don't give me your shit about protecting Nancy. I want her job. Maybe you'll help me bust her."
"Sis, I couldn't hurt Nancy."
"Then get off me. Go jerk off."
"Sis, please?"
She sighed deeply. "Look, I'll let you slick it into me. But you won't stay in unless you promise."
Her legs were wide apart now. He could see that her hairy twat lips formed a teardrop shape around the glistening pinkish redness of his target. He jabbed his cock at her hole. The end wedged in. She really was tighter than Nancy. He forged onward. The walls of her vagina seemed to clutch his prick and suck at it. The fit was tight as hell. But his shank soon buried itself in her steamy hole. His cockhead throbbed like about to explode.
"Promise," she said.
"Promise what?"
"That if I say to piss on Nancy, you'll do it."
"But, Sis, I can't…"
Sharon slid out from under him like an eel, leaving his cock dripping, chilled by the air. She clamped her jacked-up legs together. From underneath he could see her cunt, the two plump folds of flesh snuggled together. Juice seeped out and drooled down her ass but her outer lips were shut like hairy doors.
"Buddy, do you want it badly enough to piss on Nancy?"
His cock stood up like a wet pink bologna, twitching as he stared at the joined fat halves of her twat. Teasing him, she spread her legs for a moment. The inner, red teardrop was revealed. He groaned as her legs closed.
"All right," he groaned. "Anything, Sharon."
"We'll stand together against the world, Buddy. Nancy will be only an easy fuck as far as you're concerned."
"Yes." He pawed at her knees.
She let him part them. He climbed into the cradle of her thighs. Her legs crossed on his back. He lowered himself, hipping in. When his cockhead nudged her wet split he thrust hard, mercilessly driving it in to the hilt.
Sharon moaned loudly in protest, but a second later her thighs vised on him and her heels pounded his ass. She flung her arms around his shoulders and hugged him down.
He was flat on the hot cushions of her tits, his belly to hers, his cock pronging into the hottest, wettest cunt he had ever imagined. He began fucking hard, smashing full into her on each stroke, ramming as though his life depended on it.
Sharon humped up strongly, meeting his thrusts. She clawed his back and her heels continued beating on his buttocks and spine. She bit his ear, moaned into it, licked his throat, at last found his mouth and plunged her tongue into it.
Sucking his sister's tongue, shuddering with passion as he rammed his cock into her sucking hole, Buddy was a roaring flame, the spew of a blast furnace, an iron man rending cunt flesh with the bone between his legs.
She tore her mouth from his. "God! This is the best fuck of my life. My own brother! Buddy, split my cunt! Punch it through me. I'm coming again. Coming!"
"Again?"
"I've come three times, four tunes. Fuck me, you bastard, you big-cocked whore master, fuck me!"
"Sis, you talk like…"
"Like I'm coming, you cunt lapper! Pound into me!"
Buddy felt that terrible rigidity of orgasm come over him. His cock swelled to a curved baseball bat, arching in and out of her rolling cavity.
He reared up, then bowed his back like a man lifting a log and slammed his body in, whacking her ass and thighs and belly, thrusting his bat in, hearing Sharon shriek, yelling as a gob of cream bowled out through the core of his prick into the belly of his writhing, thrashing, heaving, pitching sister.
A terrible pounding split his head. He was coming all over, shaking, trembling with weakness.
Nancy was nothing. Nancy was just a cunt to shove it into when he could not have his sister.
His second blast was harder to expel, as though stuck in the constricting tube.
"Oh, fuck me, honey!" Sharon sobbed, wrenching her cunt, knotting it on his cock and stripping him out.
He blew off, twice, and yet again into her undulating hole. Then he collapsed, flopping down heavily on her.
He was still panting when she whispered, "Just us, Buddy. Just us against the whole fucking world."
Too exhausted to speak, he nodded agreement.