"You were masturbating," said Debby Pettibone in a hushed voice. "Ha-ha, ha-ha!" She pointed a nasty finger. "You were jacking off, Sharon, and I caught you. Ha-ha, ha-ha."
Sharon blushed and pulled the covers up around her naked breasts. "Get out of here, you old bitch," she scolded back at her sister.
"Don't you talk to me that way," said Debby, jumping onto the bed and pulling down the sheets again. "I'll teach you to talk to me that way." She took hold of her sister's nipples and pulled on them, pinched them off hard.
"Oh, fuck," cried out Sharon. "That hurt. You fucking little bitch. I'm gonna fucking…" She leapt up and toppled her sister. She climbed down off the bed and onto the floor where Debby was laughing and giggling and trying to keep from being much more vulnerable than she already was – uncontrollably hysterical and nude. Both girls were bundles of naked energy.
"Oh, Jesus," cried Debby. "No, stop, please."
If the Pettibone parents had been home they'd have come to the rescue. They'd have never permitted such perverse cavorting. But Mr. and Mrs. Pettibone were out at a wife-swapping party, and there was no one around to prevent Sharon from meeting out a cool revenge to her darling sister Debby. "You try any of that scolding with me again, Big Sis," she reprimanded her older sister while straddling the woman at the titties, "and I'll have to beat you up." She tickled Debby one more time under the chin and along her boobs. "You understand, Big Sis?" Before she stood up off her sister she pressed her hands down flat over Debby's big boobies. "Or do I have to rub it in?" She wiggled her sister's titties back and forth.
"You little heathen!" shouted Debby who's belly was now coated with her sister's slimy clit juice. "You got a lot of nerve threatening me. I'll teach you." And she leapt upwards and pushed Sharon back down onto the bed. The two girl wrestlers went at it with each other, pushing and pulling, rubbing and tugging, taking advantage of every female wrestling trick in the book. Finally, young Sharon located a hand up behind Debby's buns. She pulled the two globes apart and slipped a finger into her sister's ass crotch.
"Oh, you bitch," hollered Debby. "You can't! No! I won't let you! Oh, God!" But it was no good. Young Sharon had a good hold on her older sister. She had the girl from behind. She had her legs spread and straddling Debby's back. She could manipulate her finger, even though it meant reaching back behind herself, in any direction she chose. She did that, too, and she took her older sister's butt end for a good little scrubbing. "Mmmm," she said as she poked down deep in Debby's ass hole, "don't you just love to have me masturbate your bunghole? Say it, Debby. Tell me how you love it."
"Oh, God, Jesus," hollered Debby. "You have to stop. Please stop. Oh, God, no…"
Sharon let up. She stood up off of Debby. She allowed her sister room to roll over. "Look at that," she said when Debby moved out of the way. "You were enjoying it. Look at that clit juice stain. That's from you, Debby. You were having a good time with my finger up your ass hole."
"Leave me alone," said Debby Pettibone, trying to gain her composure. "You're just a little fart. Nothing more. A bitch and a fart."
"Don't talk to me that way," said Sharon, "or I'll have to give older sister a spanking. And I know you wouldn't want your little cheeks to be all black and blue when Kevin comes to pick you up tonight. Now would you?"
"You're a little ass hole," said Debby.
Sharon grabbed her unassuming sister. She shoved Debby back down and started walloping her hand on her sister's cheeks. She slapped and spanked until tears came into Debby's eyes. "Oh, God, please stop," she moaned. "I didn't mean it, Sharon. I'll never say something like that again. Please stop." Sharon smacked her sister's buns a couple more times and then she let the older girl up. If it were a true contest, had Debby not been reaping some sexual gratification from the whipping, perhaps then she'd have won a physical competition against her sister. But it was not an athletic event – it was a bit of masturbatory play for the two of them, and they both enjoyed it a great deal.
"Well," said Sharon, noting her sister's cherry blush, "we're going to have to do that more often, eh Sis?"
"Oh, yeah," said Debby halfheartedly because she was still recovering. "Sure we will…" She rubbed her sore fanny. "My ass is going to be sore for weeks."
"Oh, you know as well as I do," said Sharon, "that if you wanted to you could go another round of spanking right here and now. You're really into that shit."
"Leave me alone, little girl," said Debby. She would always do that to Sharon, pull rank, when she wanted to end things or to go on to something else. It was her way of saying that she was done playing one game and ready to try out another. She picked herself up off the bed and started getting ready for her date. "You know," she said, combing her hair in the bedroom mirror, "you really ought to do something about those ugly old horns of yours, little sister."
"I didn't know they were that ugly," said Sharon. "And what do you suggest?"
"Oh, well, as for their appearance, it's just not nice seeing them stick out all over the way they do. And as for what to do about them, well, you could shove it up your ass…" She turned around and smiled devilishly at Sharon. Then she tossed the young girl a hair brush with a plastic handle shaped not unlike the stalk of a firm boner. "Or you could tickle your clit. Or, you could go out and get laid. That would probably be the best thing to do. It would do you the most good."
Sharon Pettibone spread herself out on her bed. She reached down between her two legs and rubbed her loins. "I don't want to lose my virginity just yet," she explained absentmindedly. "You know what I mean? I just don't think it's time."
"Why not?" said Debby, putting a beret into her hair to hold it in place as a large blonde bun on top. "Afraid?"
"How old were you?" asked Sharon. "When you got your cherry popped, as they say?"
"I was twelve, going on thirteen," said Debby with a smile.
"Yer kidding," said Sharon.
"No," said Debby, "I'm not. I was playing squat-tag in a cucumber patch and I just happened to sit down in the wrong place." She laughed uproariously at her own joke. Then she turned to Sharon. "Actually, I was only twelve years old. His name was Barney. He had a big thorny thing. We were out in the back yard on Charles Avenue. Mom and Dad and you were in the house doing I don't know what. We were messing around out by the avocado tree. I just wanted to have some fun. I didn't know for real what we were doing. He took me behind the tree and told me he wanted to kiss me. I'd kissed plenty of guys so I wasn't worried. He was maybe sixteen or seventeen, so when he kissed me it was kind of different than with some of the guys my own age gave me his tongue and I didn't know what to do. I thought maybe that was how people got pregnant or something. I didn't know. He was French kissing me.
"I think I was wearing shorts then. You know, little cotton white shorts that came up high on my thighs. I have nice legs, and that's what made Barney think that I was a lot older. He thought maybe I was fourteen or fifteen or something. Anyhow, he got me down on the grass and started rubbing his leg up and down between my legs. I didn't know what to make of that. I just knew it was making me feel awfully good. He went sliding that leg back and forth. I reached around him and took hold of his buns. I liked the feel of a boy's buttocks even back then. I didn't know why, really, but I knew I liked it. I felt him up, rubbed his crack a little, you know, and boy oh boy did he get hot! He got to pushing up and down on my pelvis and rubbing his cock there and everything. I could feel that lump. I didn't know what an erection was, but I knew that he had something different there than what I expected. He went pushing it up and down against my legs. Like I said, I wasn't wearing anything but shorts and a blouse because it was summer and it was hot and we were outside. But it sure was nice feeling him rubbing up against me, and I could feel that muscle of his even through that pair of levies he was wearing.
"Then something funny happened. He just stopped. He stopped kissing and rubbing and everything. Like as if it was nothing at all to him. I didn't know what to make of it. There I was all hot and everything and he had completely stopped all together. I didn't know what to do. I was only twelve but I had this feeling in my titties, in my nipples which were almost fully developed, in my mammaries that maybe something had happened. I looked down at his levies and there was this darker blue spot. You know what I mean? His jeans were darker there than they were everywhere else. I wondered if he peed or something. Then he told me: 'We can do some more in a minute, Debby. You just have to wait a minute. You want to see it while you're waiting?' I kind of had an idea of what he meant by IT but I didn't want to make him think I was ignorant or anything. I didn't know what to say. I thought maybe that was the right thing to do. So I told him to bring IT out. And he did.
"I nearly fainted. It was so big, Sharon, I just can't tell you."
"I'm getting hot just listening," said Sharon Pettibone. "What happened next?"
"Well, next, he makes me lick it. He wanted me to go rubbing my tongue up and down on it. At first I didn't want to do it. I don't know why, but I told him that I thought it was nasty, which I really didn't think at all, and I told him that I could get in a lot of trouble from Mom if I did something like that. He told me not to worry, that he would take care of my mom, that there wasn't anything wrong at all with licking it. I told him I didn't know for sure if I should and then he made me look one more time.
"After I saw it that second time, how thick and thorny that thing was… well, Lordy be, I just couldn't refuse him that. I couldn't resist it myself, neither. I went right on down on it, rubbing my chin first, then my lips sort of light and all, and then my tongue. That was the best part, for both of us. I liked to rub my tongue up and down on it. I treated it like a big lollypop. I went sliding my tongue on one side and down the other and then on the bottom of the shaft and then on the top and then I licked up that whole big mushroom head. There wasn't anything I wouldn't have done for that boy then. I took that whole hog, or as much of it as I could get, into my mouth and I sucked. I made it really tight in my face and I moved my neck back and forth, swung it around like as though it was a flesh stick of some sort. I took to rubbing and sliding like that till it was good and ready. Mmmm, boy, it was so nice! I just can't tell you how much I enjoyed sucking off that stick of his.
"Well, anyhow, if I hadn't enjoyed rubbing my tongue against his cock that way, and if I hadn't enjoyed sucking him like that, I probably wouldn't have let him pop my cherry when I was just a kid. Because that's what made me so hot. Blowing him like that, and I didn't know nothing about it. You know what I mean? I just got hotter and lusty and all, and I didn't even know what to call it.
"He told me to take off my pants, which I did. And then he told me to take off my panties, and I did that too. He went looking down there, looking around as if he wanted to make sure that it was healthy or something. He went pushing his tongue in and out of it, too. I asked him why he was doing that and whether or not it was nasty, and he said it sure didn't taste bad to him at all. I liked the feel of that tongue of his rubbing up against my pussy like that. He knew just how to get hold of my clitoris and make it hot and thick and stiff. And besides, we were out there in the bright noonday sun under that avocado tree and there was like a little summer wind blowing. It was so romantic, I just can't tell you…
"Anyhow, one thing led to another and the next thing I knew he was sticking that big sword of his up into my twat. You know what I mean? I had that whole big meat to deal with. And it was thick, too! It was about as long as a broom handle, or that's the way it looked to me. And he was jamming it into my pussy. You got to remember that I didn't know a damn thing about sex or anything, and I was just laying there with my legs spread out and this boy Barney stuffing that big thorny thing into my twat-hole. Jesus, I thought I was going to die. When he was done I didn't know where I was. I knew I was bleeding between my legs and I knew that something wasn't the same. I was hot and horny and all, but he was done doing whatever it was he had done. I didn't know until the next time, when he told me what it was, that we had been fucking. It was quite something to find out afterwards, about two years later, after I had been screwing and having a grand old time for all that many months, that I wasn't supposed to ever be doing that unless I was married. I guess I had fucked nearly ten boys by then, and I loved every one of them. It was great to be young and happy and in love back then. It's not like now at all. Not at all like now…"
"Wow," moaned Sharon Pettibone who until just then thought she knew everything about her sister. "You were really brave to do something like that way back then. I mean really!" But she was actually thinking about how horny she was in her twat, how wet and juicy her cunt lips were getting, and how, if only she could, she wished to be alone to fantasize a little more and make herself cum all the way. Luckily, it was just then that her sister Debby said she was going to watch some t.v. Sharon said she'd be out in a little while, that she wanted to think about what it would be like to have a real man just once.
As soon as the bedroom door shut, she pulled out the electric prick which had become her habitual toy. She spread her legs and crammed the switched-on fuck device down between her twat lips. She applied it up and down to the inside of her cunt hole, and she manipulated the thing so that it would get to her clitoris and make her hot and wet the way she wanted to be – ALL THE WAY! She shoved the thing in hard and let her mind go with a new fantasy about what it would be like to have at least one man of her own.
His name was Barney, just like her sister's first lover, only he wasn't sixteen or seventeen. He was a big mature man, probably in his thirties. He had plenty of money, his own sports car and house, and plenty of pizzazz. He knew how to treat Sharon Pettibone right, too. He spread her out on his water bed and rubbed his face up and down next to her hot twat lips. He jerked his tongue up and down against her clitoris and made her get all hot and stiff in a matter of seconds. He used his hands to roll her smooth hips, to feel up her big breasts, and to raise her heinie, from underneath, to push and pull on her buttocks and to penetrate her asshole. He shoved a finger into her bunghole at the same time that he ate out her twat. He was, more than anything else, confident of the work he performed on her pussy and on her anus. He made her turn-on seem effortless and she liked him for that.
"Do it to me harder," she intoned. "Really get that face of yours slopping around in there. Make me cum."
He went busily licking. Up and down her twat lips he spread his tongue. Sometimes he picked out one side or the other to work on. When he licked the left side he breathed in. When he licked the right lip he breathed out. When he worked his tongue up against her clitoris, he didn't worry about his breathing. He just went licking and sucking. He puckered his lips and kissed her stiff clit meat, and then again he would open his mouth wide and suck up the whole thing entire. He enjoyed getting down in there and getting sloppy with her clit and her labia.
"You know something," he said to her crack while he held her two buns in his two palms, "you have a nice little pussy here. Very, very nice." He slid his tongue up and down on those two nice twat lips. Her cunt was juicy and it smelled good, too. "I like the taste of your twat, baby," he told her. "It tastes nice and fresh. It's gonna feel real nice, too, when I go and give you my tool to grind on a little bit, eh?"
He didn't wait for Sharon's answer. He got up off his hands and knees and climbed her torso. He landed at first with his face between her big boobies. Then he gave her mouth his own. He licked her tongue with his mouth muscle. He sucked on her tongue with his thick lips. He rubbed his cock up and down between her legs at the same time as he was kissing her face. He used the head of his muscular spear to go rubbing and sliding on her clitoris. That was the part they both enjoyed the most. He liked to feel her slippery little twat-pecker rubbing on his penis head, and she liked the feel of having her clit bent back and forth several times in a row. The severe bending of her clit, the flicking, gave her chills.
"God damn fuck," she moaned in his ear, "do me up right." And she reached down and took his two buns in her two hands and pressed his hips downwards between her ample and supple loins. In he went. His bull thick hog meat penetrated her cave, flattened out the creases and gave the back wall an especially stimulating rub-down. He knew how to make a woman hot. Sharon Pettibone was no exception.
Barney slid his meat in and out of her breach. He felt the healthy juices begin to flow. The contents of Sharon's twat were cock meat and clit ooze. There wasn't room for anything else. Barney took to a steady, primitive rhythm. His ass wasn't flapping, even though he was screwing at full speed – Sharon had his buns in her two palms.
She kneaded the flesh of his ass cheeks. She worked a finger, every now and then, up and down the narrow space of his rear crack. When it occurred to her to do so, she penetrated his anal sphincter muscle with a finger. She would shoot it downwards, one thrust, and fill up the muscular tube with digit. She would find his bowels and worm around like roto-rooter man. He would do the same for her, sending a bigger, tougher finger up into her asshole and then popping it out in a long slide down.
"Oh, Christ," she moaned on one occasion, and she pulled her fingers away from his anus. She didn't want to compete with his method. He used both of his hands to ply her cheeks open and closed while his branding iron flesh sex organ worked miracles inside her young and tender twat. He drilled her down hard, rubbed in and out fast, and soon he was fucking her with all of his might. "You're going to make me cum," she told him. "You're going to make me cum all over the fucking place. Oh, please, God, you're going to make me cum…"
She could feel his bony rod bursting with sexual energy. The head of the mushroom meat was only seconds away from exploding. There was a mild twitch in the mechanism. His joint was about to fire off. There was going to be sperm juice just about everywhere. She was going to open up her legs, spread her scissor-like thighs, and bango-wango! He would have filled her tubes with all the come spray needed to populate ten planets the size of the earth. It was going to be truly ORGASMIC!
She rolled her hips. She slid her hands up and down the sides of his body. "Fuck me, honey," she moaned. "Fuck me hard and long so that I cum…"
And then he began to throb off. He filled her insides with hot juicy cum. He gave her all the pudding she could use. She squeezed him off harder with her interior muscles. She could feel the hot pudding bullets spraying at the back of her cave. It was like someone had come in there with a machine gun loaded with sperm juice. He was scattering the inside of her meaty twat with buckshot made of jism.
"Oh, Christ," she hollered at him, "you're fucking my brains out, man. You really are giving me a hot number there." She could feel, of course, the heart-shaped head of his meat branding the inside of her sweet soft skin. He was giving her his mark, setting out his territory, and he was filling her full of his jism juice. She couldn't do anything except to cry out in ecstasy: "Fffuuuuuucccccccckkkkkkkkkk!"
When she came to Sharon Pettibone realized that she was laying on her bed with the mechanized penis in her hand. She was rolling it from side to side so as to stimulate and rub, to arouse sexually, her inner lips. She was working the rubber prong tip of the electric dildo back and forth next to her twat. "Oh, come on and go," she commanded her young pussy. "Shoot off you bastard. Make me cum. Where the hell is my ORGASM?!!"
But no amount of ordering herself around could get the teenager's pussy hot enough to send her over the crest of that last mountain of lust. She just couldn't make it that high. She gave up, extracted the plastic penis from her pussy lips, and she set it aside. "What to do, what to do," she moaned. She rolled over onto her belly. Her big bust went squashing down flat in the palms of her hands, and her belly lay flat against the bed under her. She spread her smooth thighs and tried to conjure up yet another image of lust and brutality that might make her body sensuously receptive to the orgasm she craved.
If her sister had walked in right now, Debby would have seen young Sharon Pettibone stretched out spread-eagle with her loins open, her bush flying at full mast, visible from behind. Her smooth sculpted thighs were split like a tree stump, and her busy pussy was wet and juicy.
"I know," said Sharon, "I'll think about Daddy fucking me up the asshole. That's usually good for a little excitement." So she pictured her father's big hog sliding up against her smooth thighs. She saw the head of his big stiff penis rubbing and grazing alongside her buttocks. Her tight anal globes provided a neat landing pad for his firm joint, felt him rubbing fresh grease up the crack and do into the asshole cavity. She sensed the way he moved that he, like her, was getting hotter and hornier for the final fucking. She could feel from the way he spread the lubricant up and down between her buttocks that he was getting hot for it, anxious even. She liked it that way, too, especially when he went and slid a finger into her asshole and pushed it all the way into her bowels. She enjoyed especially the rubbing of her buns, too. She liked it when he palmed her two creamy cheeks and rolled them in his kneading finger tips. "I like that, Daddy," she told her fantasy man. "I like that a lot, Daddy. Please don't stop rubbing my cheeks that way."
He continued to rub her rump. Her fanny turned a bright and iridescent pink. Underneath, on her chest, she was getting hot, too. He reached under there and discovered her thickened pert nipples. The tips of Sharon Pettibone's titties were hot and red. They were stimulated and ready for more rubbing. She tried to roll over so that her father could give her a lick or two on the tits, but he wouldn't hear of it. He was having too much of a good time rubbing his prick between her ass cheeks. "I like it like this, kid. So if you want to go rubbing a different way, you'll have to wait a while." He smiled and continued to rock back and forth between her buns. He enjoyed the smooth sensation of her two ass cheeks sliding against the underside of his well-lubricated hog. "Imagine," he told her, "how nice it's going to feel when I finally blast off inside your bunghole, baby. You're going to like that the best of all!" And he continued to slide between his daughter's two ass cheeks.
That was how Sharon imagined it would be if her father went jamming his prick into her rump. Of course, she couldn't concentrate on just her father stabbing her up the asshole, so she enjoyed, also, the image of an uncle, on her mother's side of the family, spearing her anus. It was Uncle Sid, a nice enough fellow who Sharon pictured as having the biggest joint yet. His long hard muscle was pre-lubed, so there was no foreplay necessary in this particular fantasy. She saw him instantly stroking her anus, rubbing her cheeks with his tool. It didn't take long at all, either, for Uncle Sid to get to the place where he actually pokes it into her butt-cave.
"Jesus," she moaned at him with the first stabbing pain, "you have to be careful with that thing. You could hurt me with that big magic wand." She rolled her butt and lay down flat. She reached down and pulled her two ass cheeks apart with her hands. She showed him how much room he had to move in. She tried to loosen up in the ass so as to be able to accommodate the full and heady breadth of his giant stick. The piece of flesh went piercing down into her cavity, filling her up, giving her a stabbing that she didn't think she would ever forget. She could feel Sid's huge grinding penis rubbing into her bowels, and she knew that this was what she'd wanted from him. She didn't dare scream out her anguish even though it was killing her inside.
"I like fucking you kid," said Sid. "You got a nice little asshole here and I like putting my tool into it. You know what I mean? I like to give the inside of your rump a nice going over just to make sure that you get the kind of a rubbing that you like. You know what I'm talking about? Now for the other side!" And with that, he extracted his yet to be shot rod and pulled Sharon, his niece, over onto her back before she could say "This is only a dream!"
Another moment later and he had stabbed his entire thick hog into her pussy-hole. The well took him on rather well. She allowed for the thickness of the stem at the base, and she spread her loins wide enough to accommodate all of the head on the first stroke. The massive organ went penetrating down deep, filling up Sharon like she'd never had it before. She bounced upwards to take on the thick shaft, and, enjoying the fabulous pole offered by her imagination, she began to juice on her fingers quite a lot of real juice. "Oooh, fuck, shit, piss," she grunted, "I just love to have a really big cock-meat stuffed into my pussy. Nothing makes me feel quite so nice as a big stick of cock meat in my cunt. Well, maybe a little prick in my anus or a pecker in the mouth – but other than those two things, a cock in the twat is everything! Absolutely everything!"
She set aside the electric pecker and rested easy in the throes of post-orgasmic bliss.