Harry's eyes were wild. He wasn't physically forcing Jane to submit to him, he was simply overcoming her feeble and weakening protests by the pure intensity of his desire. She could have slid away from him across the seat if she'd been up to it. The maddening question was why was she not up to it… was it the alcohol in her veins or was it the gradual dawning of her own latent cravings?
She squirmed under the avid touch of his fingers but it seemed that moving her body only made her breasts and damp pelvis come into contact with him more and more. Everywhere she turned, there he was.
Inside her skirt, in the dark recesses of her genitals, something was happening to Jane that she didn't want to admit. She was getting all moist and slick there, and she was aware of a swelling surge of desire unlike anything she'd felt since becoming a widow.
Harry ran his hand down her back and succeeded in loosening the waistband of her skirt.
"Let go, damn it Jane, let yourself go. You know damned well you need a good satisfying fuck. And I'm just the man to give it to you! Can't you see you're driving me wild just feeling you up like this? Let me into your panties and I'll give you some relief!”
She was scandalized by his words. Her husband had been an adequate lover, but he'd never said things to her like Harry was saying. She felt a bit of revulsion to what he was saying, but at the same time she also experienced an unaccountable and perverse desire to hear him tell her more. Already his hand was lowering her skirt to her hips and she realized that he'd have it down to her thighs in no time and be able to strip off even her panties. She moved sluggishly against him but now she wasn't exactly fighting him, it was more that she was rolling with the tide. The feel of his naked hand inside her skirt made her feel more and more ashamed of the mounting desire to have him touch her plump, sweating genital lips.
Oh my God, this can’t be happening, she thought to herself. I… I'm getting so hot for it I'm going to wind up letting him stick in his cock and get me going so much I'll never be able to stop. I'm so embarrassed I could cry. What a slut I am! If my daughters could see their mother now I'd never be able to face them again!
Harry's breath was coming faster and faster. He jerked his pants open and rammed his penis out, exposing its full length to her view as he nervously jerked at her skirt and panties. He hadn't just pulled it out to show her what it looked like. He was so aroused that he knew he couldn't wait much longer.
"Jesus, Jane, lemme in! Lemme in there before I… ungh… ungh… uuuuungh!" he yelled.
The angry red head of his penis exploded right before Jane's eyes and shot a thick wad of sperm up on her blouse. He hadn't even begun to get close to his goal, so he missed by a mile and sent his semen spewing through the air onto her clothes.
He wasn't as drunk as she was and the premature climax was so embarrassing to him that he stuffed his organ back into his pants and began wiping her off with his shirttail. He mumbled under his breath and looked away from her face as he finished the job, then started up the car and headed for her house fast. Jane lay back against the seat. Harry had nothing to hide behind, but she used her intoxication as a crutch and pretended to be dead drunk so she wouldn't have him trying to talk to her. What had happened was bad enough. Talking about it could only be worse, she thought.
At the driveway he stopped without pulling all the way to the door and began mumbling something that sounded partly like an apology and partly like peevish grumbling. She got out and said, "Don't try to talk now. I drank so much I think I'm going to be sick." Then she trotted to the front door.
They both knew she was lying but her words let them get away from each other fast, and at the moment he wanted to do that as much as she did. She wasn't nearly as drunk as she'd been pretending, but she was far enough into her cups that the time had slipped away from her. She suddenly realized it must be near midnight.
Kathie and Karen would be in bed asleep by now, she thought, so at least she'd be spared having them see her stumbling across the yard. And Jerri would probably still be out with Rodney, so there was nothing to worry about there either. After their discussion in the patio that morning about how a nineteen-year-old girl should act and dress, Jerri was the last person she wanted to see her in her present state. She was only partly right. Jerri was still out with her boyfriend all right, and the two younger girls were even in bed-but they were far from being asleep.
Upstairs in their bedroom both girls were sitting on their haunches in their nightclothes with their eyes trained on the window of the house across the street. "Hey, what was that?" Kathie asked Karen.
"Shhh! It was probably just Mom coming home. Remember? She went out to dinner tonight. If you don't be quiet she'll hear you and know we're still awake. Then we'll both get in trouble.”
But Karen's words were wasted on her little sister. There was new activity in the lighted window across the street and she would much rather watch what was going v on there than argue with Karen. She tugged the sleeve of Karen's loose-fitting shorty nightgown and pointed avidly toward the window.
She put her mouth right next to Karen's ear. In the faintest whisper she could muster, she said, "Wowee, they're back. And look, the woman's got her bra off.”
"So what, dummy? You never seen a pair of boobies before? Just because you aren't old enough to have any yet, and are always trying to see Mom's and mine doesn't mean I dig seeing that woman's. The guy is the one I want to see.”
"I do not try to see yours and Mom's. Besides, your ninnies don't even count as boobs yet. Big deal! And don't call me 'dummy’ The guy is the one I want to see too, but if the woman's taking her clothes off now then he'll be there too pretty fast. That's the way they did a couple of weeks ago when we almost got to see them doing stuff with each other. Now who's the dummy?”
Karen pulled away from her little sister and gave her a wilting look.
"Okay, okay," she hissed. "Just pipe down, will you? If you don't keep quiet I'll make you get off my bed. And remember, you can't see a darned thing from your bed.”
But it was too late. The light flipped on and Jane stood with her hands on her hips staring at the bare bottoms of her daughters as they peered out the window. They were so engrossed in what was going on across the street that their nightgowns had crept up far above the cheeks of their young buttocks. They both wheeled around in the bed as the light went on and found their mother staring at them with a frown on her face.
"What are you two doing awake at this hour? And what's all that chatter about? I could hear you all the way down in the living room. What are you looking out the window for?”
"Uh… we were… I mean I was-" began Kathie.
"She thought she heard something outside and I was just showing her there was nothing there. She's always getting scared, Mom, you know. We didn't mean to bother you. We'll go to sleep now," said Karen.
Jane accepted their explanations and flipped off the light. After she was all the way downstairs, Karen acidly whispered, "See, I told you. You almost got us in trouble. You have to stay over there in your bed now and it serves you right.”
But when Karen looked back out the window she saw that the light was off in the house across the street. She wouldn't be able to see anything tonight anymore than Kathie would. When would it be, she wondered, when she'd get to see the man again with his pants off? She'd only got to see him that way once before and she was dying for a repeat performance. She still remembered how his penis had looked even though she only had a fleeting glimpse of it. She had seen the naked organs of boys in the neighborhood of her own age from time to time, but seeing what a grown man's looked like was different. She went to sleep with the thought of it in her mind.
Below in the master bedroom, Jane had also retired for the night-for the second time. She was almost glad that the girls' chattering had gotten her out of bed earlier, because her experiences with Harry had left her in no condition to sleep. If it hadn't been for the liquor, and being able to pretend she was much drunker than she really was, she didn't know what she would have done. It was bad enough for her to have gone with Harry in the first place and let him talk her into having a drink. She should have known from the way he always looked her up and down and paid special attention to her short skirts and to the tight bodice of her amply filled dress that he had more on his mind than business. But worse still was what she'd let go on in the car on the way back.
There was just no way for her to rationalize letting him get his hands on her like that. She couldn't explain it to herself and she didn't even want to think about it. But the way he had made her feel-even though he got too anxious and ejaculated before he even got her panties down-couldn't be shrugged off. She lay in bed and fought off the exciting thoughts that tried to gain sway over her mind.
But thinking was one thing and acting was another. As she drifted off toward sleep, Jane ran her hand underneath the light silk of her filmy nightgown and allowed her fingers to approach the sensitive Y of her groin. Even when her fingers threaded through the coils of her pubic hair towards the moist lips of her very sex, she still pretended she was asleep. And in actual fact she very nearly was asleep by that time-otherwise she would never have been able to continue with what she had begun.
But she certainly did continue the delicate manipulations of her fingers in the damp hollow of her groin, and she continued without slowing down. That night, for the first time since she had been a teenager, Jane masturbated herself. And when, in the darkness of her bedroom, her busy fingertips had stimulated her wet genitals to a thoroughly satisfying climax, it was almost as though it were not really happening. It was more like a new and exciting part of one of the dreams she'd been having with increasing frequency during the past few months.
She slept so well that Jerri didn't even awaken her when she came home at three o'clock in the morning from her date with Rodney. The next morning Jane lay in bed longer than usual before getting up. She stretched and smiled, extending her long legs far under the sheets and raising her arms high above her head. She felt better than she had in a long time. Without admitting to herself the part she bad consciously played during the night's little interlude of masturbation, she nevertheless allowed herself to recall with complete enjoyment the way it made her feel.
What a wild dream, she thought to herself, half pretending to believe it.
The entire family was a little drowsier than usual at breakfast that morning, each for her own separate reason. And Jerri, of course, would've been quite surprised to know that she wasn't the only one whose sleepy eyes were due, in one way or another, to the secret delights of sex. She sat munching her cereal with smug thoughts of what she'd let Rodney do to her, with no idea of the precocious interests of her two younger sisters or of the reawakening her mother had undergone in the realm of sensual activities.
Jane noticed that Jerri still apparently intended to go without a bra in spite of their little talk the day before. She didn't mind so much, though. As long as Karen didn't take a notion to follow her example, it was okay. And Kathie was hardly old enough for it to make any difference one way or the other.
The year Jerri had just been away at college was the main topic of conversation, of course. But that was only while Jane remained at the table. Later on when she left to bring out a platter of hot rolls, Kathie and Karen pounced on their big sister for more details about a certain part of campus activities not yet touched on.
"Jerri, how about the boys at school? Do you have lots of boyfriends? Do you go out on dates a lot? Do you-" Karen commenced.
"Yeah, and how about the guy you went out with last night?" Kathie broke in. "We didn't even get to see him. Is he cute? Do you like him?”
"Hey, slow down a minute," answered Jerri, smiling. "What's got you two kids so interested in boys all of a sudden? Last year the only thing you ever asked me was when I'd take you swimming.”
"I don't know," chirped Kathie. "I just think they're groovy.”
But Karen was miffed. "Maybe Kathie's still just a kid, but don't call us both that," she huffily retorted. "I'm not exactly a kid anymore.”
As she spoke, Karen sat up in her chair and unconsciously pressed forward the mounds of her budding new breasts. Jerri could see that her pride had been wounded. She barely had time to apologize for her poor choice of words before Jane returned with the platter of rolls.
That afternoon when Jane went to the grocery, the girls again tried to worm information out of Jerri about "grown-up things.”
"You're getting there, Sis," Jerri said to Karen, "but I don't think you're quite old enough yet to be in on all my secrets, are you?”
And to Kathie, she said, "Honey, you don't need to know anything about boys for a long time yet. When I was ten I didn't even want to play with them, much less think about them as much as you do.”
"Awww," whined Kathie, disappointed but still not ready to abandon the subject.
Karen was more specific, "I don't mean the dumb old stuff about having babies and all that. I already know about that," she replied, straightening herself to her full height.
"Yeah, me too," chimed in Kathie.
Jerri looked from one to the other of them in undisguised amazement.
"What I want to know about is the other stuff," continued Karen. "You know, the stuff that's fun. The things a boy can-”
Kathie nodded her head in vigorous agreement, her eyes bright with anticipation.
"Listen, I think you're both getting too big for your britches," declared Jerri. "You better not ever let Mom catch you talking about things like that.”
"I know, I know," exclaimed Karen, 'that's why I'm talking to you about it.”
But Jerri was saved by the bell. She picked up the phone, discovered that it was Rodney, and shooed the girls away.
"You spoiled everything, Kathie," Jerri heard Karen say as they walked up the stairs. "If you hadn't been there I bet she would have told me all kind of stuff." From her position at the telephone, Jerri could see the younger girl stick her tongue out at Karen and make a face at her as she dashed up the stairs ahead of her.
Rodney asked right away if Jerri could go out with him that night. He'd been thinking all day about how hot she'd been with him the night before and he couldn't wait to have another go at it. Her answer surprised him. Not only did she agree to see him, but suggested that he come to her house. Her mother was going to some club meeting, she told him, and they would have the house to themselves.
"A patch of grass in the park may be okay once in a while," she said huskily, "but I think you'll groove on a real bed more, huh?”
"Wow! Outasite-but I thought you had two little sisters. Won't they be in the way?”
Actually, Jerri had forgotten about Kathie and Karen. But it was only because of her excitement at the prospect of being under the sheets with Rodney instead of on dewy grass. And the opportunity was too good to miss. "Forget about them,” she said, "They'll be in their room all the time. I won't let them bug us.”
On the second floor, Kathie was bending her head over the rail and hearing every word. She tiptoed back to her room and told Karen the news. For once she was glad to hear what her little sister had to say. That kind of news was worth plenty.
"Well, this could be super!" she told Katie. "It'll have to be her bedroom where they wind up. Listen, here's what we'll do… ”
While Jerri finished talking to Rodney and her sisters plotted to take part in the night's activities, Jane sat with a friend at a posh downtown department store. Her groceries were sitting in the car and she was finding herself being talked into going out with her friend's cousin from out of town. As her friend sat trying on shoes, she filled her in on the details.
He was tall and good-looking, as well as being a "real nice guy." And he would only be in town for the weekend. Jane realized that this would be the first real date she had had since the death of her husband. But the idea of him being new and from out of town somehow appealed to her and she agreed to to it. She had no way of guessing the things being planned for the same night by her daughters.
Late afternoon was a busy time around the Spicer household. Jane was putting away groceries and trying to decide what to wear for her blind date and Jerri was tie-dying a bunch of tee shirts. Kathie and Karen contributed their little bit by endlessly whizzing in and out of the house and making general nuisances of themselves. Jance couldn't imagine why the pair had so much to giggle about.
Once as she passed the bathroom and saw one of Jerri's shirts hanging up to dry, she did a double take and stopped in her tracks.
"I thought you were doing those shirts for yourself, Jerri. Did the girls talk you into doing some for them?" she asked. "The one hanging there to dry is way too small for you.”
Jerri looked back over her shoulder with a frown on her face and Jane realized that the girl had thought she was razzing her.
She threw up her hands and walked away, calling back to Jerri over her shoulder. "Okay, I should have known. It isn't enough that you've thrown all your bras away. You have to run around with a skimpy little tee shirt on that's barely big enough to cover your chest.”
" 'Breasts,’ Mom, not 'chest’," retorted Jerri, unable to resist the quip. "I wasn't kidding yesterday when I told you you ought to start going without a bra, Mom," she continued. "Let me make you a tie-dye tee shirt. You'd look great in one, really, Mom.”
There was no answer from the kitchen. Oh well, thought Jerri, guess I shouldn't bitch too much about Mom. Most of the chicks I know have mothers a lot worse than she is.
Jane drove that night to her friend's house to meet her blind date. She'd had to cancel going to the club meeting to make it, but she didn't really mind doing that. And why bother to tell the children "where she was going or who with? She would still be gone the same length of time, so neither her destination or companion should be important to them.
She was stunned when she met Terry, the man who was to be her blind date. He was everything her friend had said, In addition, he had a way of looking at her that let her know he appreciated the way she looked. Something about his gaze gave her the impression that time spent with him would be very entertaining.
It was not that Jane was consciously considering the man's potential as a lover. She wasn't able yet to be that open with herself. But the events of the preceding night had definitely had an effect on her relationship with the opposite sex whether she was ready to admit it to herself or not.
Once they were on their way in his car, he drove straight to a restaurant. But as they entered the restaurant he asked, "Something in particular you'd like to do after dinner?”
"Not really," she answered, willing to let him guide the activities.
"Me neither,” he said, smiling. "We'll just see what happens.”
Jane had the definite feeling she was going to enjoy his company that night.
Back at the house, things looked equally rosy for the girls. Jerri, of course, did not realize that her little sisters were depending on her for their evening's entertainment. But this didn't keep it from being so. They had been busy as beavers all day planning for Rodney's visit and they were much more eager, really, than Jerri was. It couldn't miss. They'd rigged up a simple foolproof way to see everything that went on in Jerri's room by just making a few strategic changes in the way her air-conditioner duct opened into the upstairs' bathroom.
Jerri should have suspected something from the ease with which they accepted her order to remain in their room while she entertained her boyfriend. But she foolishly thought the two girls were simply becoming a little easier to handle. As soon as they entered their bedroom as directed, they simply walked on through to the adjoining bathroom, seated themselves at the proper spot, and prepared to watch the whole proceedings.
Rodney was a half hour early. Jerri was already dressed and waiting, so she didn't care. "What are you doing here so early, silly?" she asked, grinning and opening her arms to him.
He threw his arms around her waist and cupped his hands over the firm mounds of her rear end, lifting her off the floor and swinging her feet back and forth as he hugged her. "Because I couldn't wait," he said. "When you told me we'd be able to have the place to ourselves it made me want to get a real early start.”
The firm pressure of her soft front against his chest and groin made them both remember how exciting it had been between them the night before. He brushed his lips past hers, grazed his open mouth down her neck and buried his face just under her collar bone. She made a little noise with her mouth as she lost contact with his lips and he heard it change to a sigh when she felt the wetness of his kiss on her delicate skin. When he burrowed lower and pressed his lips across the tanned expanse of her upper breasts, she didn't stop him.
"You weren't the only one waiting for this," she said in a low voice.
"Then how about showing me your room?" he asked, raising his eyebrows in question.
"I was going to at least offer you something to drink first, or maybe something to smoke," she said. "But I'm getting so turned on from having you hug me I don't want to wait. Come on upstairs and I'll show you a lot more than my bedroom.”
She led him, glancing back on the way up the stairs with open desire in her eyes. She couldn't help noticing the lump in the front of his pants and after she saw it she couldn't keep her eyes off it. Inside, she put her hands on his shirt and drew her fingers slowly down the front. She passed his belt buckle and gingerly handled the hard protuberance that pressed outward from underneath the taut, straining material of his pants.
Rodney was taller by several inches than she was and he buried his face in the top of her thick clean hair as she touched him. He remembered how he'd gotten her to masturbate him only twice before in their entire long months of knowing each other. She'd let him do most of the things he wanted to do to her, but wouldn't do everything to him that he wanted her to. Having her go straight for his organ must mean she was awfully hot for love. Her boldness sent a surge of new desire through his veins. He reached for his fly. He could hardly wait to flop his penis out and get her hands on it.
"Uh-uh, not yet," she warned. "We have lots of time for a change, plus a set of nice clean sheets to get between." She grinned at him mischievously. "I feel like going real slow and doing all kinds of wild things. Know what I mean?”
He'd-been temporarily disappointed when she kept him from unzipping his fly but now things were even better than before. She was even talking about what they were doing-she almost never did such a thing.
"Sure, baby," he agreed. "Groovy! You know damned well I never get all the loving I want from you.”
He hugged her again and she teasingly wormed her braless mammaries into his chest. Jerri wore one of her tie-dye shirts made of cotton so thin he could easily feel the wonderful pressure of her twin nipple tips through his shirt. Her long hair fell over her shoulders interrupted only by a pert yellow ribbon and her skirt, although so thin and soft he could easily make out the sensuous outlines of her legs, reached to her ankles in the style of a Hindu sari. On her feet were leather sandals.
He kissed her cheeks and forehead and she started unbuttoning his shirt. She knew very-well he could feel her aroused breasts better with it off and wanted to give him more of them. He put his hands to work on her back, massaging it up and down in long, slow strokes that grew lower and lower until he reached the tight, hard cheeks of her rear.
The girls were wide-eyed in the bathroom. They'd been momentarily irritated by the fact that Jerri's back was to them and they couldn't see much, but now they could see his hands working up and down her curvaceous back and behind.
"They aren't kissing much, are they?" commented Kathie. "I thought they'd be doing lots of that.”
"No, but they sure are doing plenty with their hands. Look how he's feeling her butt up. Wonder if that would feel good? I never thought of a boy doing that to you," answered Karen.
"I bet it would if it was a guy as cute as Rodney," replied the younger girl.
They wore loose-fitting little shifts and were both barefoot. It was well they wore what they did because watching the couple made them so antsy they kept moving around and changing positions. Excitement at finally being able to really see something was making them barely able to contain themselves.
Jerri had been feeling the wetness of his lips on her face and neck while she unbuttoned his shirt. When it was open she stuck her hands inside and hugged his naked ribs and stomach, then started returning his kisses. The girls watched her pepper his chest and neck with dozens of kisses while he kept it up above. He shrugged off the shirt. The new feeling of warmth caused by her breasts rubbing against him was dynamite. She heard him take in his breath sharply as she returned his hug and pushed her frame into him.
She kicked off her sandals one at a time, raising her feet off the floor and rubbing the soles against his leg. She entwined a leg around his calf and massaged it up and down. For the first time he felt the warm, cushion like touch of her pelvic arch.
"Ummmm," he crooned, delighted at her growing passion. "How come we're still standing here in the middle of the floor, anyway?”
She grinned, realizing how dumb it was for them to stand so long when they didn't have to. "Take your Shoes off then," she said., "And we'll-”
He picked her up in his arms and lay her on the bed. "We'll move to the bed, right?" he said. "That better be what you mean because I can't wait much longer to see you naked between the sheets, baby. Here they go!”
He kicked off his loafers and they flew across the floor. One hit the wall right beside the air-conditioning duct and Kathie jumped inside her hiding place like she'd been shot. She lost no time getting back to her post beside Karen.
"Wow, they're getting wild,” she said.
"They're going to get a lot wilder than that, I bet," answered Karen. "And not just by kicking things around, either!”
Jerri remained on the bed where Rodney had laid her. She looked up at him and opened her arms. When he fell into them she said, "What if I just happened to get naked on top of the sheets, lover?”
He’d said he could hardly wait to get her naked between the sheets and now she seemed to be offering something even better. Even though she was far from prudish, about the only times he got to feast his eyes on her complete nakedness was when they were in the actual process of balling each other. He looked at the seductive picture she made reclining on her elbow with the thin, long skirt tracing every line of her beautifully curved legs and her breasts fairly bursting beneath the flimsy material of her tee shirt.
There was no use answering her. She knew darned well he'd love it. He raised above her and ran his hands over the full swells of her breasts, thinking how fantastic they looked when they were naked and available to him. He put his hands on the bottom of her shirt and demonstrated that he not only wanted her naked on the sheets but that he was going to help her get that way.
She raised an eyebrow and taunted him, mischief in her eyes like coals of fire. "If you take my clothes off I'm not going to want them back on until I get what I want. And I don't want you to have your pants on, either.”
Sweat broke out on his brow. "Don't worry, baby, you'll get what you want, all right. And for me to give it to you, my pants will have to be off.”
He raised the shirt past her navel, exposing the smooth tanned skin of her midriff. To his delight, she put her hands on his belt buckle.
"Oh, wow,” whispered Kathie to her sister, "we're going to see it for sure now.”
"Yeah, we'll finally get to see a man's peter close up. I bet it's bigger than any boy's that we've ever seen. Harder, too!" exclaimed.
The shirt was so tight across her breasts he had to peel it upward as slowly and carefully as peeling the skin off a fruit. The material was slightly damp. When her berry-sized nipples popped into view he gave a tug and yanked it off over her head. Her perfectly formed mammaries were at last displayed in all their glory.
"Jesus, baby," he ejaculated, his eyes riveted on her roundly contoured mounds of beautiful breast flesh, "you sure have got a sweet pair there. With tits like that on you, I wouldn't care whether you had a pussy or not!”
The girls giggled and poked each other. They were tickled by what he said but there was more than just humor. Kathie gave a sidelong glance at Karen's small twin bumps and thought how great it would be when she started growing hers. Karen felt overly aware of them and thought with pleasure that someday her tiny buddings would be as big and pretty as the ones Rodney had just uncovered on her sister's chest.
All Jerri wore now was her skirt. Her breasts bobbed solidly as she unbuckled his belt and unsnapped his pants. She hadn't touched the fly yet but he was hoping like hell she would. He took a fat breast in each hand and ran his fingers lavishly across the satiny-smooth skin. Then he started a slow, tantalizing, milking motion, drawing his fingertips gingerly across her pouting nipples at the end of each stroke. The girls saw their big sister shiver with pleasure with each pass of his hands.
"How'd you like to have a boy do that to your titties?" Kathie asked.
"Oh, wow," responded Karen, a glazed look in her eyes. "Yeah… oh yeah. I think that would be yummy!”
She'd thought about how it would feel to have a boy do things to her besides just kiss and hug her like at parties she'd been to. Now with the real thing right before her eyes she was letting her imagination run wild. It was much better than anything she'd ever seen before. A nice warm feeling began to make itself present between her slender thighs, the kind of feeling she had only felt a few times before in her entire life. She loved it and wanted it to grow.
Jerri was getting awfully excited from what Rodney was doing to her. At first she just meant to play around a little outside his pants but now she was changing her mind fast. She went ahead and unzipped his fly with a quick flourish that let his penis fly out like a big red jack-in-the-box. He immediately stood up on his knees in bed and wiggled out of his pants.
The girls leaned forward and their faces flushed red. A little of it was from true sexual arousal, but most of it was just from common embarrassment. Neither of them had ever seen a naked man's penis before and in spite of their precocious sex interest, they were a bit shy to actually see the hard shaft of flesh before them.
"Gee… look… think she's going to-" Kathie began, gasping in amazement.
"Yeah, I bet she does… I bet she touches it with her hands,” Karen whispered, a catch in her breath. "She might even play with it some or do real nasty things like-”
"What?" interrupted Kathie, her interest rising every second. "Nasty things like what?”
"You know," Karen answered hesitantly, "… fool around with it and skin it up and down.,. frig it for him.”
"Really?" Kathie gleefully cried, "Boy I hope she does. How come you know things like that? You never told me anything like that before. Ever see anybody do that to a boy?”
"No, but I heard about it… it's… you know, it's the same thing a boy does when he plays with it himself," answered Karen. The truth was that she was embarrassed to mention the subject of playing with oneself because she had done certain things to her own genitals a few times and felt guilty about it. She didn't think Kathie ever had, and didn't want her to know that she had.
Jerri reached toward his organ and they held their breaths, but she stopped short and started rubbing the short, curly black hair that went from his navel on down. Rodney's penis stood straight out like a stick from his groin and he was dying to feel her hand on it. But she had still had her skirt on and he was buff naked. That had to be remedied first. It was swell to have his organ naked in front of her but he wanted to strip her crotch bare too, and get a good look at her sex.
He was on his knees again and his member was almost level with her face. He reached down and undid the. drawstring of her sari-like skirt and the top of it fell lower toward her hips. Her waist was so narrow that it dropped a few inches before it came to rest. That let him get his first look at the top of her panties. The thin yellow undergarment was distinctly visible above the floral print of her skirt.
"At least she wears some underwear," piped Kathie. "I've been noticing around the house that she doesn't wear a bra and I thought maybe she didn't wear panties anymore either.”
Karen was too interested in her panties to pay much attention to her little sister. The warm feeling that had started minutes before between her legs was still very much present. Her young pubic mound felt terribly warm and she could even feel the smooth material of her panties touching her skin through the sparse blonde curls that grew there. There was more than just warmth now, there was a kind of dampness. It was beginning to feel very moist there and even her panties seemed to be a bit wet to the touch.
Rodney stripped Jerri's long skirt to her knees and she quite willingly moved around on the bed and stretched her legs to make it easy for him. It was obvious she wanted to show him what was underneath and she made no bones about it. The promise in her eyes told him it would be just a matter of time before he got to see the sweet, hairy swell of her pelvic mound. She rocked backward and raised her legs a few inches off the bed so he could finish the job and Rodney was quick to take advantage of her welcome cooperation. He knelt and slid the garment from her slim legs, leaving her on her back in the middle of the bed with nothing on but the skimpy little pair of bikini panties.
He straightened himself out over her with an arm on each side of her shoulders, but she playfully rolled aside. As she moved, her thigh grazed the hard knob of his organ. He felt a stab of intense pleasure and a sharp longing to press the thing against her again. Even if he couldn't slide it into her yet, he wanted to have it touching her somewhere or other.
He wrestled her from her side onto her back again and she gripped her legs together and wiggled her hips, making it impossible for him to keep his body in contact with her. Her lovely globes rocked and jounced on her chest and the hard tips grazed sometimes against his chest or forearms.
Kathie became a little concerned. "Gee, it sure looks like he's wrestling awful rough with her. Think he's hurting her?”
But Karen, whose feminine instincts were more fully developed than those of her younger sister, wasn't worried at all. "Oh no, he's not hurting her. It looks kind of rough but I don't think he's being mean to her.”
She felt a pang of wet warmth in the crotch of her panties and said, in a dreamy voice, "I bet it feels real groovy to her to have him doing that!”
Jerri ended the wrestling match by lying still for a minute so he could hug her without having her slip away from his embrace. She put her arms around his neck and drew his face toward hers, leaving no doubt about her desires. Rodney fit his lips on hers and smacked them, giving her big wet kisses that included her chin, cheeks, and nose as well as her mouth. But his mouth wasn't the only active part of his hard, masculine body.
With her arms around his neck he was treated to the satisfying touch of her damp, fully packed mammaries against his skin. That inspired his hands to new business on her body. The girl's panties were the last bastion against his needs and he wanted them off. He stuck a thumb under the waistband and stretched it downward over the smooth, lush flesh of her lower stomach.
"Look," yelped Kathie, "he's trying to his hand in her panties and grab her cunny!
A few more inches and he had the waistband so low that Jerri's black, curly forest of pubic hair came into view.
"He's going to touch her there, he's going to put his hand right on her pussy," exclaimed Karen. "Look, he's going to finger-fuck her with one hand while he hugs her tits and milks one with the other hand!”
"What's ‘finger-fuck' mean?" asked Kathie.
"You'll see!" Karen shot back.
She could see how much Jerri was enjoying it to "have him touch her secrets and the more she watched the more she began to identify with her older sister and to think how great it would be if she could only have a male do the same thing to her. The few times she had experimented with masturbation gave her thrills so nice she was scared to do it to herself much. But it was because she had done it to herself that she was able to imagine how fantastic it might be to have someone else do it.
With his thumb in her groin and his forefinger busily tickling her pubic hairs, Rodney was succeeding in bringing Jerri to a very high plateau of excitement. She was beginning to writhe her hips in slow arcs underneath his body, raising her pelvis higher to meet the manipulations of his fingers. Then he did what Karen thought he would do. He started milking her breast again. She made a little noise in her throat and the girls could see her hug him closer. He slid slightly sideways for more room to work on her panties, then ran his inserted thumb under the waistband, traced it around her hip and to the curve of her rear. In this new position he was able to tug them off with one quick movement. He dragged them all the way down to her knees.
"Now he's really got her naked," said Kathie.
Karen was so stimulated from the sight she wasn't talking much anymore. She was just staring with glazed eyes at the muscular male body on top of her older sister's and wishing it could somehow be she herself that was there. Her genitals were now very wet, not-just damp, and her silky panties made a thrill shoot up her spine every time she moved by rubbing across the exposed lips of her scantily haired mound. The truth was that she was beginning to want something else touching her there, and if it couldn't be a boy-as she would have much preferred-then she would be very happy to put her own fingers there. The only trouble was Kathie's presence. She was ashamed to do any such thing in front of her.
Jerri's yellow undergarment was all the way to her ankles now and her soft, nubile front was developing an extreme case of body hunger. Already she could feel his legs against hers and his chest in contact with her firm breasts-but she wanted more. She kicked her foot hard and her panties went flying through the air. They were so damp from the sweat of her groin that they left a wet mark where they struck a chest of drawers.
"That's the way I wanted to get you, baby," grunted Rodney. "Strip ass naked. It was so damned dark the other night I couldn't even see what I was fucking. Now I can see every god damned thing you've got, sweetheart, and I want to split your cunt and fill you full of my cock.”
She wasn't playing anymore. She needed it too. The sweat was running down her face and she was rocking on the bed under his weight. He darted his fingers through the muff of her hairs and took the wet, moist vulva between his thumb and forefinger. His penis was quaking with the fluctuations of his rapid pulse. She was no longer coy about touching it. She cheerfully searched it out and wrapped her hot fingers around the member without even giving him any advance notice. After a couple of gentle squeezes she set her hand in motion and slid it up and down, up and down.
His face screwed up with intense passion and he fingered her wet lips deeper and deeper until his forefinger was all the way into the hot hole of her slick vagina. He had waited long enough. He lowered himself onto her body and pressed the end of his organ into the vestibule of her humid slit.
"Go ahead,” moaned Jerri, "you don't have to hold back now, lover. Give it to me. I want it!”
He pressed the bulb inside but before he could draw it out she raised her hips and made it sink deeper into her flesh. The moist folds of her vaginal walls rippled past the angry red head of his instrument and flowed down the sides of the stiff shaft like wave after wave of thick, melted butter.
She stretched her arms and hugged him as close to her body as possible. She dug her heels into the mattress and trapped one of his legs between her thighs. With the new leverage thus afforded she was able to make his bulbular glans caress her taut clitoris every time he pushed forward.
"Hmmmmm," she moaned, "I can't tell you how hot you're getting me, lover. I… I'm needing you in there, Rodney. Keep it up for a long time, will you? Keep on giving it to me… that's the way, let me have it all… ooooh… oh God… keep it hard for me, lover… keep it hard and I'll do anything you want!”
"You got it, baby," he grunted. "You got it and you're going to keep getting it from me. Gimme tit, though, Jerri. I need a lot of tit… gimme, baby, gimme!”
Then, with his organ plunging in and out of her slowly and deeply, he bent his face to her chest and greedily took one of her hard nipples into his mouth. The sweat was pouring off his forehead and cheeks and from the other room the young sisters could see his jaw muscles working as he applied his lips to the sensitive tips.
Karen was so completely captivated by the scene that she had almost forgotten Kathie was there. When she glanced in her direction, she could hardly believe her eyes. The girl had her hand down the front of her panties, her loose little shift raised high over her knees, and was openly and avidly masturbating herself!