Birdie opened the apartment door a crack and then flung it wide when she was sure that it was Kurt at the door.
"Hi, honey!" she cried happily. "Come.on in! I was just thinking about calling your house. I won't be able to leave in the morning with the rest of you guys. The hospital just called me in to work in the morning. But you and Stacey can go up, and then we'll come up later when I get off work at 3:30. Nothing's going to spoil this trip!"
"Something already has spoiled the trip," said Kurt glumly, following her into the living room of Bill and Birdie's stylish apartment.
"Why, Kurt, what's the matter?" said Birdie, realizing now the dark mood he was in and becoming instantly sympathetic.
"I did something really dumb tonight, Birdie," confessed Kurt. "You know how much I love my sister, and now I really blew it. But I want her to become like us, Birdie, to know and understand about lovemaking. I want her to let me fuck her, Birdie, you know that. So anyway, tonight when I.saw her at the swimming pool in her bikini, I knew that I just couldn't wait any longer. I just had to have her. But she wouldn't let me, Birdie, she just refused to understand! She thinks that because I'm her older brother I have no right to love her that way. Instead she made me cum in her hands like a little teenager. I feel shamed now, and I don't know how I'll ever get her trust back again."
Birdie smiled, "Aw, Kurt, it's not as bad as you think, honey. She'll come around. You just have to give her time to get used to the idea; that's all. Why, she's probably feeling sorry for refusing you right now!"
"Do you think so, Birdie?" queried Kurt hopefully. "I just don't know how I'm going to face her again."
"Listen, Kurt, even I was that way once, you know. There comes a time for every woman if she's at all lucky in life when she realizes what making love is all about. Stacey loves you, Kurt. She doesn't have a boyfriend. Why, after this trip I guarantee she'll be just as happy and free as we are."
"God, I hope so, Birdie. She's so beautiful. I just hate to see her going to waste like this."
"Well, right now, Kurt, I hate to see you going to waste. Bill's over at his mother's house across town and I know he won't be back until late. You look like you could use a little bit of loving yourself right now."
With that, Birdie took Kurt's hands and put them around her waist as she moved closer to him on the sofa. She smiled and seemed to melt as she raised her lips to him, open-mouthed, for his kiss. Kurt had made love to Birdie several times before, and now it seemed the most natural thing in the world for him to hold her close in the circle of his arms, his hands smoothing down her back to the full-swelling mounds of her voluptuous buttocks, fingers digging into the pliant flesh through the light material of her house dress, while above his mouth absorbed her tiny, wet tongue that slithered sinuously into it. Her loins were plastered solid and hard against him, and as he pulled her in even harder, he felt her hips rotate suggestively. Now this felt so right, so fine. Birdie was a beautiful woman, dark-haired and dark-eyed, sweet and passionate. He had such a beautiful relationship with her. And he and her husband Bill had worked out a sort of tacit understanding about the whole thing. After all, Bill fooled around on the side quite a bit, and sometimes, Kurt knew, he had even brought a girl home to make a threesome with his wife. Theirs was what they called a modern marriage, one in which both parties were free to indulge their human desires to some degree. How he wished that he could get his sister Stacey to understand that kind of thinking!
His hot blood began pumping strongly, to be trapped in the elongating and hardening shaft of his penis, and he felt his balls being drawn up tight to his abdomen by his contracting scrotal sac, as his erection grew to fullness inside his confining trousers. It was an ego-satisfying feeling, and he was going to make the most of it. Damn! Now he was anxious to get Birdie stripped naked and into a bed… go home and try to make up with Stacey.
Finally, after long moments, Bill Wilson's wife leaned back in the circle of his strong arms, breaking the deep communion of their kiss and grinning impishly up into his face through her dark, smoldering eyes. "Shall we smoke a joint first, darling?" she asked.
He answered her with a smile and she got up and walked across the room to the bookshelf, bending over to seek out the small wooden stash box that was hidden there and extracting a single hand-rolled marijuana cigarette from it before replacing the box on the shelf. Kurt followed her with his eyes, enjoying the view of her sexily swaying hips, the blue-black sheen of her long hair hanging down her back, and below those luscious legs, smooth and creamy, tapered to perfection. How he loved the times he had been cradled between those satin-smooth thighs as he shoved his throbbing demanding cock deep into the moist warmth of her clinging cuntal sheath. He would never want to see the day that he could get no more of that.
He got up and in three long steps he pulled her close into his arms, again, his mouth hungry on hers as his tongue shot splurgingly between her soft, full lips deep into her mouth to search and taste. Obligingly, she nibbled, and sucked on his tongue; while at the same time, her tiny hand slid in between them to caress massagingly the huge bulge of his erect penis, inside his pants. Then, dexterously she searched for and found the tab to his zippered fly to lower it, the metallic sigh seeming louder than it really was in the quiet peacefulness of the living room. With sure, deft knowledge, Birdie Wilson snaked her tiny soft hand inside.his fly, gripped the warmly pulsing shaft of his massively hardened cock, and pulled it out into the cool air of the room, where it stood up long and hard in her hand between them.
He thrilled to her touch, his cock's shaft lurching involuntarily in her hand, and his own fumbled with the zipper running down the back of her dress. When he had lowered it to the base of her spine, his hand went inside the dress to caress the smooth, velvet like skin of her back, feeling it warm and vibrant on his palm. Now, he was really in a hurry. He had to have her stripped naked, the sooner the better… like right then!
Breaking the tongue jousting kiss, he leaned back away from her, pulling the dress down over her arms and forcing her to release the grasp of his hardened cock-shaft. Then as he slipped the garment down over the swell of her hips, Birdie gave Kurt a big, beautiful, loving smile that made his heart swell with pride.
She stepped out of the dress, then stooped and picked it up to carry into the bedroom, clad in only the briefest and wispiest of brassiere and panties. Kurt, following behind her, removed his pullover shirt as quickly as he could. "You know something," he said mischievously. "I'm going to fuck the daylights out of you!"
They were in the bedroom then and Kurt was kicking off his running shoes and dropping his Levis. His friend's wife watched him as he finished undressing, and he was standing before her nakedly tall and lithe, his pulsing erection spearing out enormously from the mass of reddish pubic hair covering his loins.
"You're not worried about Stacey any more, are you honey?" asked Birdie thoughtfully. "After this, you'll be able to face her nice and relaxed, won't you, Kurt?"
In that instant Kurt knew that everything would be all right. He was so grateful that he had a friend like Birdie. "You're right, sweetness," he nodded. "After this I'll be able to make up with her."
Then he came to her, reached around behind her and released the hooks of her brassiere. The garment came off in his hands to release the full high-set moons of her breasts, placed high and close together on her chest, the valley between them cloven deep. Damn! She was such a mouth-watering delicacy. In the next instant he had dropped his mouth to a spiked-out nipple, his lips capturing and engulfing it to suck and nibble. His hand cupped its satin-skinned twin, his strong fingers digging painfully into the pliant flesh. She moaned softly as she leaned against him, her hips undulating in tiny circles on the hardened flesh of his cock trapped between their bellies.
Bill Wilson's wife felt that telltale weakness in her knees which told her of her building arousal. She forced herself to pause then, pulling away to find the matches that lay on her bedside table and lighting the joint she held in her hand, taking a deep puff and handing it to Kurt. She liked Kurt a lot, and he always seemed to have this effect on her. But of course, he wasn't the only man who could do that to her. There had been and would always be others, including Kurt and her own husband, Bill. That was just the way her personality was, and she accepted the fact totally.
Birdie stripped her panties off and stretched out on top of her bed. Kurt handed her the joint again as he lay down facing her, her dark, smoldering eyes wandering over his well-built body. She reached down to stroke the crinkled, velvet softness of his balls. She took another deep drag of the sweet-smelling smoke, then passed it over to Kurt once more, freeing her other hand to grasp the rock-hard shaft of his cock, expertly working the loose fold of his foreskin back over the angry red-fleshed cock-head. Then, slowly, her head came down to it, her tongue flicking out sinuously to lick away the tiny, droplet that oozed from the split in its tip. The electric contact caused his lush-stiffened penis to jerk and expand involuntarily in her tiny palm.
Then she took the smooth, rubbery coronal bulb deep up into her hot, wet mouth. Kurt's hand gripped her head as she began to suck enthusiastically, as always, her tongue doing wickedly erotic things to his swollen cockhead. He looked down at her smooth, alabaster breasts that seemed to glow in the darkened bedroom, then his glance took in her satiny white back, nipped in at the waist, and full cream-white buttocks, returning finally to her lovely face, where the hardened shaft of his cock was disappearing into her mouth between the softness of her tightly ovalled, hungrily sucking lips. God damn! Why couldn't it be like this with Stacey? What a beautifully wanton and delectable. woman Birdie was… and he loved her in a friendly sort of a way, knowing that he could never have her for himself, alone. She had made it clear, plainly understandable, from the very beginning that she would never leave Bill. But she just loved uninhibited sex… and so did her contented husband!.
Bill's wife's head was beginning to bob up and down now, absorbing more and more of his throbbing length. Her tongue swirled around the tip of it on the outstroke, causing delicious sensations to pound through him as everything seemed to concentrate there in the pulsing head of his cock. Kurt flicked his hips to drive it deeper into her mouth and throat, as he held firmly onto her head.
"God… that feels good, Birdie!" he choked. "But I want to shove it in your cunt, now! I want to feel that luscious pussy of yours milking my cock… and…"
He released his grip on her head, and she allowed the moist shaft of his cock to slide out of her mouth. Then she slithered her body back up to lie next to him on her back. Looking downward, he could see her slightly spread thighs, the dark, soft curls of her pubic hair and the pink flesh of her cuntal slit, the two tiny petals of her vaginal opening peeping out, glistening dully with the viscous droplets of moisture exuding from the walls of her cunt. "I've got to get my cock in you for a really good fuck!" he exclaimed, grasping her knees and splaying her smoothly tapered white thighs apart to reveal the whole, exciting feast of her loins to his gaze.
But first he lowered his face down between her legs where it poised just over the split of her coral-hued cuntal flesh. Birdie looked down at him through the deep, narrow valley between her full, erectly mounded breasts and hoped that he would use his mouth on her first. She went absolutely wild with wanton passion when a man – any man did that to her.
Instantly, his head dropped the final few inches and his tongue shot out to bury itself deep into the moistened orifice of her wildly anticipating vagina, which brought a moaning mewl of pleasure to her lips. Then, as his tongue twirled in expertly teasing circles just inside her already lust-inflamed cuntal opening, she reached down and entangled her fingers in his tousled blond hair to pull his face in tight to her undulant loins. Gasping as she felt the high-voltage sensations begin to crackle through her body, she felt Kurt's head move up and down in her cuntal valley. Then, he raised his lips, his tongue pressuring up through the moist pinkness of her throbbing cuntal slit to find the short, hardened shaft of her clitoris. She moaned as his tongue danced a staccato rhythm along the sensitive bud.
Birdie could be still no longer. Quickly pushing his head out from between her legs, she was up on her knees, and was forcing him backward: "Now you lie down!" she commanded. Kurt stretched out to his full length in the middle of the bed, while his friend's wife reversed her position, throwing a leg over his body, her buttocks facing his head. Then, as she knelt down on all fours, her head came down over his loins, at the same time as the whole of her pussy, tinged scantily with dark, softly curling pubic hair, hung just over his face tantalizingly.
With a moan of renewed anticipation, Kurt felt Bill Wilson's wife take the hardened shaft of his cock into her tiny, soft hands. Then, as she seemed to be rolling it back and forth between her palms, he felt the surging lurch of it. God damn! His penis was jerking spasmodically, and he felt the deliciously moist warmth of her mouth smooth and tantalizing when she ovalled her lips to take the blood-engorged head of his cock up into her mouth once more.
Hanging there undulating just above his own mouth was the tender, pink slit of his friend's wife's needful pussy, and as below, he felt the slow bob of her head up and down the expanding shaft of his cock, her tongue swirling lickingly around the head on each upstroke. He reached up with his hands and spread the dewy lips of her vagina; then raising his head slightly, he met her loins as they came down tight against his face, his tongue snaking out to delve deeply into the sheath of her cuntal opening. He heard her quickly indrawn gasp of pleasure from deep in her chest. It was a sex game they both loved to play, and he knew how it was with her. Oral manipulation of her cunt almost drove her out of her mind; four, five, or more orgasms shuddered through her body deliciously, at times, but damn it… I want to do some regular fucking, too… shove my cock into her and fuck her for all she's worth!
Nevertheless, the sensations burgeoning in his penis, as her honey-smooth mouth sucked at him, her head moving up and down, now, in a gradually faster tempo her mouth and throat taking ever more and more of his lust-hardened shaft, caused him to begin an instinctive flexing of his loins to drive it upward into her oral cavern with urgent fucking movements. Somewhere deep in his belly, behind the base of his cock, he felt the searing heat of his sperm ready to burst over the spillways in its mad rush of ejaculative release, having been dammed up far too long already.
Thrusting his tongue, forward and down, then, as he pulled it out of the moistened depths of her clasping vagina, he found the erectly pulsing shaft of her clitoris. Wildly, he began to lick up and down the hard, little bud, the tip of his tongue searching for the sensitive head of the miniature phallus, and her pussy ground down hard against his lips in insane gyrations. Damn! She's almost ready to cum! The knowledge goaded him to even greater effort, as his wet tongue danced tantalizingly right on the lust-throbbing head of her clitoral bud.
Suddenly, she moaned around the thick root of his penis, her body spasming jerkily, hips grinding and her breath coming in panting gasps through her nose. He guessed that she had come to a soaring climax while still sucking voraciously on his expanding cock. Only unintelligible sounds seemed to emanate from deep in her throat and chest, animal-like.
Birdie Wilson's body was quiet then, the convulsive spasms giving way to tiny tremblings, which he could feel in the smooth flesh of her inner thighs where his hands still spread the lips of her cunt open to his lewdly plundering tongue. He went right on, his tongue licking her clitoris now with insane desire, as he felt the burning sensation of beginning climax; the molten lava of his semen was almost ready to erupt from him. Oh, Christ! Suck it… hard! Suck at! Suck it! SUCK IT!
He found himself slamming his hips up at her face to drive his demanding cock deeper yet into her mouth… and then it was there for him. He came! The scalding stream rushed jet like the length of his thrusting, expanding cock; his brain was caught in a sensation of suspended time and place; and there was nothing but the feel of his penis jerking wildly and spewing' forth his load of viscid sperm deep into her mouth. He could feel her throat working, heard the muted sound of it, as she swallowed and sucked, swallowed and sucked, his penis a concentrated mass of sensation, his balls tingling, and he roared through clenched teeth gutturally, a meaningless, feral sound of completion. God! It was pure ecstasy!
As from a distance he heard her. She was saying words, words he couldn't understand for a moment of two. Finally, his senses cleared and he understood what she wanted, for her pussy was undulating again, down against his mouth. "Oh good God! Kurt… darling! Don't stop… now!- Don't… stop!"
She was kneeling up over him, her heated pussy pressing down hard against his mouth and nose and cutting off his breathing. He knew, that she was going to cum again… but there was little he could do for her.
Using the muscular strength of his arms, he pushed up against her thighs, causing her to pitch forward; she caught herself on her hands, looked back at him and groaned, "What the hell…?"
"Stay like that… with your ass up in the air!" Kurt told his friend's wife, while he quickly scrambled down behind her, his hands going out to spread and hold her cunt's lips apart. Then, he dropped his head down, his tongue shooting out to tantalize her clitoris again stimulatingly.
"Oh, that's it… darling!" she mewled.
Before his eyes was the tiny, crinkling orifice of her anal passage. He-could see it working tremblingly and decided on the instant that he would bring her to the absolute pinnacle.
Dipping his middle finger into the moisture that exuded wetly from her openly spread cunt-lips, he brought it up to begin a teasing circle of the tightly puckered ring of her rear passage. She recoiled with the first touch, then her hips undulated back against his tantalizing finger, and he heard her whine pleadingly, "Go ahead… and do it, darling! Shove your finger in my ass!"
He did. He rammed his finger all the way to the palm in one smooth thrust. Birdie wailed keenly with the temporary pain of it, but in the next instant her loins backed grindingly against it to absorb his worming finger completely. For good measure, Kurt used his thumb, too. He thrust it deeply into the pink moistness of her vaginal opening, while at the same time his tongue licked at her clitoral bud.
Then, he began to move both his thumb and middle finger in a fucking motion in and out of both passages at the same time.
"Aaaaagh!" she groaned. "Oh, God… darling, that feels… so absolutely out of this world!"
For not more than a dozen strokes, he ravished her genitals, doubly, before she almost literally exploded into her second orgasm. Convulsively, she thrust back against him, and with a full-throated scream, she came.
"Aaaaaauuugggh! Gooddddd! I'm ccccuuummmiiinnng! Aaaaagggghhhh!"
Slowly, then, she sagged down -to the soft mattress, her breath uncontrolled, soft mewls of satisfaction emitting from her lips. As she collapsed, Kurt's thumb and finger were forced from her wetly clinging cunt and the smooth spongy depths of her rectum, and when she was prone on the bed he crawled up and lay down beside her on his side. After a few moments, she crept into the circle of his arms, feeling wholly and completely satiated.
They lay there for some time quietly, each enjoying the delicious aftermath of sexual satisfaction. Then, reluctantly, Kurt forced himself to stir. "I've got to get home, Birdie," he whispered. "There's a little job I have to do bright and early in the morning. I've got to make up with my little sister."
Birdie kissed him a last time on the lips, soft and warm. "Okay, honey," she sighed, pulling her dressing gown off the bedpost and wrapped it around her shoulders.
"I'll see you tomorrow evening when I get up there."