Doug's reverie was shattered by the classroom buzzer. He was glad it was the last period of the day. He wasn't too happy about having to parade around the halls with such a boner, though. His dick had been hard for so long that his jeans were wet where his cock had been oozing pre-cum. He swallowed hard and got up, trying to avoid the eyes of the numerous chicks who caught an eyeful of his hard-on. It wasn't so much the hard-on that bothered him as it was the fact that his sister had raised it. Somehow he felt that everyone present knew. Eventually, though, he realized how silly that thought really was and began enjoying the quick glances he was getting from the admixing chicks.
Chastity walked down the hall arm in arm with Rick Davisson, who had latched onto her as soon as she had left her seat. Doug watched her pretty ass perform its carefully cultivated wiggle as she walked down the hall in front of him. He couldn't help envying Rick, who would probably be shoving his rod into her cunt later that very night. Doug needed a little relief.
His relief happened to be standing in the doorway of the home economics room in the person of Miss Marcy Palmer. Marcy was Doug's favorite cocksucker. His dick had been itching for a good blow job today. He knew that if Marcy did the job, it would be a job well done. She was known as Alton's most expert cocksucker. She could bring a guy off in a minute or hold him on the edge of his seat for an hour if she wished. She had earned her reputation by using her eager mouth on just about every dick in the senior class; at least it seemed that way from the bragging Doug heard. As far as Doug was concerned, Marcy's easiness didn't make her a prize to brag about. But she was accomplished at her favorite pastime and a perfectly good fuck in a pinch. Doug was in a pinch. He hadn't lined up anything in the way of a good fuck for that night. He had intended to play some pool with the guys, until Chastity had brought up something more urgent with her inadvertent but effective teasing. He hoped Marcy hadn't already been spoken for that night. She kept herself pretty busy.
Marcy was standing in the doorway casting sidelong glances here and there, hoping to catch a prospective fucker in her net. Her eyes met Doug's and she knew she had found just what she needed, although it was a toss-up to who had done the catching. She smiled at him in mock shyness, batting her fake eyelashes coyly while sizing up his crotch.
Doug was no stranger to Marcy. She had sucked him off a hundred times since she had started eating dick. She knew perfectly well what he had under his zipper and what it could do for her. Just the thought of having that hard cock in her mouth made a tingling sensation surge inside her horny young cunt.
Doug loved to eat pussy, and one of the things he loved about Marcy was her eagerness to have her cunt lapped. In fact she was never fully satisfied with a fuck experience until she had had a tongue working up her cunt. Doug's dick drooled at the thought of burying his face between her long slender legs and nibbling on her sensitive little clit.
With thoughts of her hot cunt in mind, he sauntered over to her and put his hand on her shoulder.
"How's my favorite girl today?" Doug whispered.
"I'm just fine and dandy, Doug darling," she breathed.
Marcy put her hand on his cheek and kissed him lightly on the lips.
"Bet I could make you feel a hell of a lot better," Doug drawled in his best stud voice.
"I know you could, baby," she sighed, kissing him lightly again.
"C'mon, babe, you can do better than that," Doug urged.
"But everyone is watching."
With that, she wrapped her arm lightly around Doug's waist. He reached out and gave her a playful pat on the ass. His hand lingered on her ass longer than necessary. She reached behind her with a little shriek and brushed his hand away. Her shrill cry attracted quite an audience. All eyes were on the pair as they walked down the hall, he with art obvious bulge in his pants and she with a wicked lusty look on her devilish face.
"'Bout eight?" Doug asked as they stood on the steps outside. "We can perk or visit the old Pine Creek Motel. Don't have the house to ourselves tonight, damn it!"
"How about my place for a change? Mom and Dad are out of town for a few days," Marcy suggested.
"Sounds good," Doug replied. "How 'bout Darlene? Sisters can be a big pain in the ass. Can you get rid of her?"
"Oh, Doug darling, don't worry about her. Just show up at eight. Do you have any grass?" Marcy whispered.
"Shit, yeah. I got some grass that's guaranteed to turn you on all the way. Al Benson bought a brick for me from some cat in Chicago. I'll bring some wine, too, if I can get my hands on a bottle. How's that sound?" he asked, knowing how Marcy liked to get high when she balled.
"Outa sight. We'll have a little wrecking party just for the two of us," she said.
Marcy suddenly laughed wickedly for some reason.
"Need a ride home?" Doug asked, hoping to grab a quick feel on the way to her house.
"No, not really, Doug," she said. "Sammy Kenner's picking me up as soon as he gets off work. I sort of promised I'd go out with him tonight. I'll break it off on the way home. He's pretty good, Doug, but you're a lot better," she said, looking down at Doug's stiff cock.
"Better not break it off, Marcy. That can hurt a guy," Doug laughed.
"Get your mind out of the gutter, Doug. All you boys are alike!" she laughed back at him.
"See you at eight then," Doug said, slapping Marcy on the ass and breaking into a run to the parking lot.
"Watch out, Doug!" Rob Thomas yelled from his car. "She's a mink!"
"I can handle it, old buddy!" Doug shouted back.
He jumped into his Porsche, a gift from his wealthy Uncle Henry, and burned rubber all the way home. When he got there, he grabbed a quick snack and went up to his room to roll a few joints. He liked to roll them in advance to keep his hands free for better things. He kept the door locked while he rolled the weed. His parents, although extremely liberated about sex, were still a bit hesitant about the use of pot. Doug wished he could do something to persuade his parents to accept the weed as an aphrodisiac. He bated to see tern depriving themselves of the fun of getting high once in a while while they fucked. He knew that his parents loved sex as much as he did. He knew that they would make the weed a regular pert of their screwing if they ever once tried it.
Although he knew that nothing much would happen if he was caught with the stuff in the house, he was careful to hide it under the bed when he heard an unexpected knock on the door. He was relieved to find that it was only Chastity. He was a bit surprised to see her. She had often dropped in on him in his room after school to talk over their respective plans for the evening. Since their experience at Silver Lake, however, she hadn't done it as often. He knew why. In the past, these conversations had always turned to sex before long.
As soon a she was inside, she sat down on his bed and sniffed the air suspiciously. She wouldn't leave him alone until he had offered her some of his grass. She accepted the joints, saying she had an early date, and began to leave the room.
Then, seemingly as an afterthought, she stopped and looked over her shoulder.
"Wasn't that Marcy Palmer I saw you with after school? Is it true what I've been hearing lately about her sister?"
"Darlene? What about her?" Doug asked, intrigued by the mysterious tone of Chastity's voice.
"Oh, nothing really, big brother. I guess you'd know about it if there was any truth to the rumors I've been hearing. You know Marcy so well," she added slyly, closing the door behind her.
Doug couldn't help thinking about Chastity's cryptic comment later that evening as he drove through the countryside to Marcy's house. As far as he was concerned, there wasn't really anything to know about Marcy's sister Darlene.
By the time he had reached Marcy's house, he had forgotten all about Darlene and was burning to get his mouth on wild Marcy's hot cunt. He stood at the door for several minutes, leaning on the bell and then knocking loudly when he decided that the bell couldn't be working. It occurred to him that it was the first time he had been invited to spend the night at Marcy's house. All the other times he had fucked her in his car, at the Pine Creek Motel, at his house when they had the place to themselves, or even in the grass at Miller's Woods. No matter where she balled she always made it a fuck to remember.
He ducked again. Still he waited. Finally, something made him look up. For just a second he could have sworn that he saw two figures silhouetted against the drawn shade of an upstairs window. Then the light went on abruptly.
After a while the light in the living room went on and the door finally opened. Marcy's face lighted up when she saw Doug standing there with a big grin on his face. He held up the bottle of cold wine he had brought with him. Marcy took it and led him by the arm into the living room, telling him to sit down on the old sofa while she got some glasses.
The sofa was situated in front of a large fireplace in which a crackling fire raged. After standing outside, where a light snow was falling, Doug welcomed the warmth. When Marcy returned, they made small talk for a while, passing over the meaningless preliminaries in a hurry. They both knew why he was there. It wasn't long before Doug had lighted up a joint. He took a hit and passed the glowing take to Marcy. She breathed deeply, inhaling the pungent smoke deep into her lungs, her body seeming to relax more and more with each breath.
They passed the joint back and forth, being careful to inhale plenty of air with the acrid smoke to increase the weed's effectiveness.
After smoking two or three more reefers and drinking a little wine, they were sensitive to the slightest sensation and ready for some serious fucking around. The marijuana had amplified their burning sexual sensations so greatly that their bodies were supersaturated with desire.
Sensing that the time was right, Doug let his hand drop to Marcy's knee. He smoothed his hand, which felt alive with electricity, against the tie-dyed silk of Marcy's pajamas. She responded by swinging her leg over his and pressing it heavily between his legs. Doug felt the warmth other leg spreading up his leg and over his crotch.
Marcy, too, kit the warmth of Doug's body spreading over her and burning into her body. Her cunt was alive with electrical excitement. She placed her hand on his knee and squeezed. He pressed closer to her warm perfumed body, squeezing a resilient tit with one hand and reaching behind her with the other to toy with the buttons of her pajama top. He unfastened the buttons quickly, deftly. He was eager to remove the silk of her garment and touch the finer silk of her skin.
When he had finished unbuttoning her top, he reached behind her with both hands and opened it, baring the nape of her neck and her delicate shoulders. Doug was always amazed by the perfection of Marcy's shoulders. Her skin was suffused everywhere with a deep pink glow that seemed to soften hex to the touch. Her delicate body seemed inconsistent with her lewd manner and the wildness of her abandoned fucking. That very inconsistency served to heighten her sexuality and excite him still further. She shrugged her shoulders slightly, letting the silk garment slide over them and fall around her waist. She was naked to the waist now, her firm boobs exposed and begging to be fondled.
Doug needed no begging. Her tits were touched by the same pink glow that made her shoulders so tempting. Her nipples, already hard and pointed, drew him like a magnet, and he rubbed them with his thumbs. Marcy could feel a sexy tingle deep inside her cunt with each touch of his thumbs, on her tits.
Wanting to get naked as quickly as possible, Doug began to unbutton his shirt. Marcy reached over to help him. When she had opened his shirt, she slipped her hand inside, rubbing his smooth, muscular chest. She helped him remove his shirt and threw it over the back of the sofa, then bent down and planted wet kisses all over Doug's naked chest and stomach, squeezing his hard-muscled arms while she did so.
Doug knew that the horny bitch wanted to get his pants off right away and start sucking his dick. Where cock sucking was concerned, Marcy was as aggressive as they came. All he had to do was sit back and let her use her expertise to drive him craw.
Marcy smiled at Doug and licked her glistening wet lips, waiting eagerly while he leaned back in the soft sofa, stretching his long heavy legs and spreading them to make her work easier for her. Then she got on her knees between his legs and unfastened his belt. She tugged down his zipper and spread open his tight Levi's, her eyes glued on his rock-hard rod which stuck several inches down his leg. When she reached into his pants and tried to pull his dick out, he had to raise himself off the sofa and push his pants down in order to help Marcy release his jerking cock from its confinement in his jeans.
The hot bitch beamed with excitement and wicked joy when the stiff dong jerked out of Doug's pants and bounced up in front of her lovely face. She buried her face in the heavy mat of curly black hair between his widespread legs, inhaling the masculine scent of his crotch. Then she took his cock in her hand and pumped it a few times until it started to ooze preseminal fluid. She flicked her tongue over the head of his dick, tasting the salty fluid eagerly. Then she surprised Doug by letting his rod go and standing up. He thought that she was going to step out of her pajamas and get more comfortable. Much to his amazement, she gave him a quick kiss on the lips and gabbed a handful of the joints that were on the coffee table. She picked up a pack of matches and started to leave the room.
"Why don't you jack yourself off for a while, Doug? Be be right back," she called over her shoulder.
"Where the hell are you goin'?" he shouted after her as she disappeared around the corner.
Marcy merely giggled. Doug had no idea what she was up to. He took her advice and held his dick in his hand, squeezing it hard and giving his cockshaft a few pumps while he waited for her to return and get an with the cock sucking.
Marcy returned after what Doug thought was a long absence. He noticed that the joints were gone from her hand. He was somewhat curious about her abrupt departure but was too turned on to bother asking her about it.
Not wanting to keep him waiting any longer, Marcy stood before him and loosened the sash belt that held up her pajamas. Slowly, temptingly, she let her garment open and slide down over her creamy thighs, exposing her furry cunt.
Marcy kicked her pajamas away and bent backward, thrusting her cunt out toward Doug. She reached down with both hands and spread open the lips of her dripping twat, lewdly displaying the wet, pink meat of her horny cunt. Doug stared at the crimson flesh of her hot box, hardly able to keep himself from reaching out to grab a handful of her lewdly displayed cunt. When she felt that she had let him have a good long look, Marcy straightened up and knelt down between his lop once more. Doug was still holding his hard glistening boner in his fist, pumping it slowly.
Marcy bent down and kissed the head of his dick, which was sucking up through his fist, his hand wet with the pre-cum that had seeped slowly from his dickhead.
"I see you didn't get any softer while I was away," Marcy breathed.
"You know me better than that," he replied, removing his fist from his slippery rod and dropping his hands to his sides.
"Would you like me to suck your big old dick?" she whispered lasciviously.
"You know it, baby! Suck that mother!" Doug said, breathing faster in expectation of the mind-bending sucking soon to come.
"It's so big and hard, so hot and salty!" she sighed. "I don't know if I can get it all in my poor mouth!"
"Do it, baby! Suck my cock!" Doug gasped.
"Don't you wonder where I went with those joints, Doug baby?" she asked, looking up at him with a dirty smile on her face and a wicked gleam in her eye.
"Who gives a fuck?" he groaned. "Just get that thing in your fuckin' mouth and suck on it!"
"I'll try," she said.
Marcy grasped the column of hard cock flesh in her delicate hand and directed its head toward her pursing lips. She kissed the slit in his blood-filled cockhead, tickling the underside of the knob with her wet tongue. She laved the rosy prickhead all over, running her tongue under and around it. Then she fastened her lips on the thick root of his rod, sucking up and down its entire length. At the same time she was manipulating his balls with her practiced hand, rolling tern around inside their wrinkled sac. She engulfed the pulsating head of his pole with her mouth and began sucking hard, at the same time tickling it with her loving tongue.
Doug didn't have a thought in his head at that point. He abandoned himself to her completely. He felt like squirting his load into her mouth already, although she had only been sucking his dick for a minute or two. It was an uphill battle to hold back the jism bubbling in his excited balls.
Marcy started jacking him off while she sucked his prick. Her fist had plenty of room to pound up and down his long fuck-stick. He felt her hand slamming down against his balls, making them bounce with each downward motion of her fist. Although he tried hard, Doug couldn't keep the charge from building up deep within his quaking nuts. He knew that he would come soon unless she slowed her frenzied sucking and pounding on his dick.
Suddenly Doug's legs stiffened. He felt the beginnings of an explosion building up in his balls. Marcy, expert cocksucker that she was, recognized the signs of an impending orgasm and moved to delay it. She pulled her mouth off his dick with a loud pop, holding his twitching tool in front of her face and giggling.
"What's the matter boy, can't you take it?" she asked.
"Nope," Doug replied. "I'm 'bout ready to shoot if you don't slow down some."
"Not so soon, Doug darling," she said. "We'll let you calm down a bit," she added, releasing her grip on his prick.
"Why don't you sit up here slid let me eat your cunt for a while?" Doug suggested. "You've got the best-tasting pussy in town," he drawled, "That sounds like fun, darling," Marcy said, obviously pleased with his praise of her cunt.
Doug stood up, his towering dong jutting out in front of him. He helped Marcy to her feet. When she stood up, he reached down in front of her and put his hand between her legs, clamping his hand over her cunt, right where she wanted his hand to stay.
He insinuated his middle finger between the wet, rubbery folds of her cuntlips. At the same time he rubbed his thumb over the hard finger of her swollen clit. He wiggled his finger up and down in her steaming cunt, sending waves of electrical fire up into her belly. With his free hand he kneaded a boob, biting her nipple gently as he did so. He pushed her firmly but gently toward the sofa, his cock sticking up against her lovely belly.
Marcy fell down on the sofa and sat there comfortably splayed out, her legs spread wide. She opened the lips of her twat with her fingers and pinched her stiff clitoris while he took his cunt-lapping position between her legs. Her cunt was dripping wet, he noticed as he buried his head between her parted legs, playing with his tongue in the hair of her pussy. He moved his tongue down to the lips of her proffered slit, licking all around her cunt mound with the delicacy of an expert twat-taster.
Marcy began to writhe with pleasure, sometimes raising herself up off the sofa and thrusting her hot cunt into Doug's face. He licked the ragged edges of her twatlips, turned on wildly by the sensuous feminine fragrance of her steaming box. He sniffed the heady aroma of her cunt, inhaling it deep into his lungs just as he had the marijuana. The effect was much the same. Then he thrust his nose deep within her cunt, feeling Marcy writhe with the excitement of having her young fucker's handsome head between her legs.
He began to suck the swollen bud of her clit. Each time her sensitive little clitoris left his sucking mouth, she quaked with thrilling sexual agony. She squeezed her legs together, holding his face against her box as if she couldn't bear the thought of his mouth leaving her pussy. As far as Doug as concerned, he could have been trapped in worse places.
He forced his busy tongue deep into her tingling hole, wiggling his tongue against the walls of her drooling cunt. He reached down between his own legs and pumped his cock a few times while he sucked and tongued her steaming snatch. Then he brought his hand, now wet with his own lubricating juice, to her cunt and started finger-fucking her gushing hole. After he had frigged her twat for a few seconds, he inserted another finger and then another and another until his whole hand was stuffed inside her horny hole. He twisted his hand inside her snatch until she could feel his knuckles twisting against the walls of her cunt. Her hole was stretched until it hurt, but Marcy was so horny she wanted to take his whole arm into her throbbing box.
Doug looked up at her, his hand still buried inside her cunt, and watched in fascination as she began to rock back and forth against his hand in a frenzied fucking motion. Her eyes were on fire with lust and her pretty face was twisted in a lewd look of wild depravity. It was just the way Doug liked to see her. Watching her writhing in the heat of mad lust was enough to make him appreciate her for the fuck-heat she inspired in him.
"Like havin' my hand up your cunt?" he asked in a purposefully controlled and matter-of-fact voice.
"Young!" she hissed, wrapping her legs around him and bunching up at his hand.
"Wanna suck me off some now?" he asked, slowly pulling his hand from her dripping cunt.
"Wait! Wait!" she gasped. "I'm coming! Oh, God! I'm coming!"
Marcy's legs quaked and her entire body trembled visibly as the gathering storm of her orgasm broke within her overheated cunt. Waves of fire swept over her, drowning her deep in a sea of consuming passion. She came fast and violently, and Doug waited patiently for her to ride out the storm before he pulled his hand from her grasping hole.
At first Marcy let her tense legs fall to the floor, collapsing into the sofa, eyes closed for a minute or two in peaceful relief.
"That must have been a good one, baby," Doug laughed.
"Oh, it was! It was!" Marcy sighed. "Now let me do the same for you, stud."
Doug sat beside her while Marcy bent over his rod and started sucking again. She sucked his cock faster and more furiously this time.
The minute she engulfed the head of his aching cock with her hot mouth, Doug felt his load building up. He was so near a violent orgasm anyway that he thought he might shoot off even if she didn't touch his dick.
As he felt the explosion beginning deep in his balls, he arched his back, forcing his stiff tool deep into Marcy's mouth, making her gag and pull away. When she recovered, she took his pulsing rod in her mouth again and started bobbing her head up and down over his cock, working hard to make him pop his wad.
Doug felt his jizz traveling into and through his hard cock. The full force of his load shot into Marcy's sucking mouth, spewing out in thick spurts, filling her mouth with hot, creamy sperm. Doug looked down at her through the haze of his lust and saw her throat contracting as she tried to swallow all the fuck juice he was pumping into her clinging mouth. The sticky cream oozed out of her ovaled mouth and fell in sticky strands from her lips to his crotch. At last she pulled her face away and licked her lips, smiling with satisfaction.
Doug felt his body go limp. He collapsed and lay back, watching her licking the rest of his jism from the rosy tip of his softening cock.
"Was that a good one, too, Doug darling?" she asked.
"Couldn't have been better! You really know how to give a blow job, baby!" he replied, patting the side of her face.
Marcy kissed his dick a few times. Then she kissed him from his navel up his stomach and chest all the way to his lips. He joined her kiss, tasting the saltiness of his own sperm in her mouth. While they kissed, Marcy played with Doug's half-hard prick, knowing that he would be ready to go again in no time at all.
Time passed slowly as they sat there fondling each other, still under the heady influence of the grass they had smoked earlier. Doug told her he was glad that she was such an eager fuck. She told him, quite honestly, that she couldn't get enough cock, something he already knew. Then she fell silent for a while.
"Have you ever noticed how sexy your sister is?" Marcy said at length.
"Chastity?" he gasped.
"Who else?" she said.
"S-Sexy? Well… Hell, I guess I've noticed she's s-sexy…" he stammered. "Chastity's a cool chick. Why do you ask?"
Doug knew that Chastity hadn't told anyone about their interest in each other, but he felt uneasy nonetheless.
"Oh, I don't know. Just curious I guess. Does she ever turn you on? I mean… does she ever interest you at all? She's a sexy girl after all, darling. If what I hear is true, she's pretty free as far as sex is concerned," Marcy continued.
"Shit, Marcy. She's my sister," Doug said, almost choking on his words. "How could I be hot for my own sister?"
"Oh, I don't know. I don't mean 'hot' exactly. You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to," she said.
"Talk about what?" he asked, becoming interested in her hidden meaning.
"Well, darling Doug, I think it's hard not to notice members of your own family when you live with them all the time…" she crooned. "Do you know what I mean? You can't help noticing your sister, can you? Not when you're as hot and open-minded as you are. And as I am," she explained.
"I guess you're right. I guess there's nothin' wrong with sayin' that," Doug said, hating to be insincere with a chick he was fucking. "I'll admit it. Sure. I get turned on by my sister sometimes."
"That makes me feel better, Doug," she said.
"You're lucky that you don't have to worry about that problem. You don't have any brothers around the house to turn you on. I got one of the hottest chicks in town livin' with me all the time. How could I help noticin' her? It's kinda frustratin' sometimes."
Doug was almost glad he was able to talk to someone about the problem, although he detected what seemed to be an ulterior motive in the tone of Marcy's voice.
"Then you don't think there's anything wrong with feeling that way? About sisters I mean," she said.
"No… Not really. Do you?" Doug asked.
"No. I think it's all perfectly healthy and proper. You see, Doug, I don't have any brothers to turn me on… but I do have a pretty sister. I'll have to admit that she does something for me," Marcy continued, with a gleam in her eye. "Do you think I'm a bad girl?"
"Whatever turns you on," he replied.
As far as Doug was concerned, Marcy could screw around with other girls if she wanted to as long as she saved some for him. His prick started to fill out and rise at the thought, helped by Marcy's persistent fondling.
"Would you be terribly shocked if I told you that Darlene and I have a thing going?" she whispered playfully in his ear.
"Like I said, baby, whatever turns you on," he repeated, whispering in her ear as she had in his.
"I'm glad to hear that, stud darling. To tell the truth, Darlene's had much more experience fucking with me than she has with boys. That's a sad situation she isn't really very happy with. Do you know what I mean? She wants to try some cock for a change," Marcy explained.
"Doesn't she go out and find a cock if she wants one so bad?" he asked, beginning to get the drift of her meaning.
"She's kinda shy, Doug. You wouldn't understand that I guess," she said under her breath, looking down at his growing rod. "I was hoping you might be willing to sort of help her overcome her shyness."
"You want me to fuck your sister?" Doug asked, a bit surprised but interested in the prospect. He grabbed the wine bottle and took a long pull.
"That's just what I had in mind, Doug. I thought the three of us might get it on. Would you like that?" she asked, noticing how hard his prick was getting.
"Sounds okay to me… I guess. Kinda wild. When do you wanna have this little party?" he asked, looking down at her hand flaw pumping his hard-on.
"How about right now?" she asked.
With that she got up and walked over to the curtained arch that separated the living room from the dining room in the old farmhouse. Doug noticed smoke curling out through the slightly parted curtains.
"Did you hear that, Darlene? Doug wants to fuck you," she said.
She parted the curtain completely, revealing the beaming face of her young sister. Darlene had been peeking in and getting a good eyeful of the sucking, licking, and finger-fucking that had been going on between Doug and Marcy. Doug's heart skipped a beat and his dick stiffened up like a baseball bat when he saw her standing there. She was stark naked and just as beautiful as her sister.