Chapter 5
Robbie had just lifted the pull tab from a can of Schlitz and emptied half its contents down his throat when Elisabeth pulled beside him at the shop. He had been cruising about the city most of the morning, going no place in particular, gathering his thoughts. Last night's fuck with his sister played on his mind. He wasn't sure he could adjust himself to the fact of incest now that the lust had subsided. In broad daylight things often looked different than in the garish light cast from electric bulbs, especially when that artificial light limned the outlines of a hot tight pussy. Every time he thought about Marsha's firm tits and wet pussy, he got half a hard-on, which irritated him at first, but which he had now resigned himself to. He had to admit that she turned him on, just the thought of her enough to make his balls ache with the memory of his jism exploding hotly into her spasming twat.
He didn't hear Elisabeth the first time she spoke to him. It was only when she had approached his car that he became aware of her, and that was simply because she leaned inside the car, her delightful tits pressed against the arm he hung out the window, and said, "Boo." It wasn't original, but it was effective.
"Gee, Robbie, you look lost to the world."
He stared into her deep brown eyes, and noticed the sensuous mouth that pulled away from her lovely white teeth in a tantalizing smile.
"Guess I was. How are you, Elisabeth?"
"Horny." He would have ignored the remark, since it was the kind of outrageous answer favored by his generation, if he hadn't noticed the movement of her eyes. They seemed to catch sight of something, riveting her gaze to it. Robbie realized that his partial hard-on was rapidly becoming fuller, and the tasty-looking girl had spied it. He felt the heat flush over him which only made his prick more erect.
He liked Elisabeth. There was a free-spirited quality about her. She didn't seem as uptight as most of the other girls around town. He had trouble effectively communicating with them, but never Elisabeth. The fact that she was beautiful didn't harm his respect for her either. Some attractive girls in town were too tight-assed; their haughtiness put him off. But Elisabeth was free and easy, and always seemed genuinely glad to see people.
"You look like you've been swimming. I guess that's a good way to cool off when it's as hot as it is today."
"Um-hm. Some kinds of heat aren't always satisfied by cool water." He was finding it hard to ignore the implications of what she was saying. "What are you doing?"
"Passing time. I got no place to go, so I just ride. Want a beer?"
"Yeah." And she pulled out of the window and walked around to the other side of the car and got in. He watched her every step of the way. He was sorry she had taken away the soft touch of her tits from his arm, but when she slid in with her long tanned legs and her ample ass cheeks protruding from the bikini, he didn't seem to mind it so much. As she had walked around the car, he slipped his hand inside his pants and laid his dick flat against his belly so that the bulge was less noticeable and a bit more comfortable. He could feel it pulsating below his navel right now.
Robbie handed her a beer and watched her drink it in rapid gulps like a man.
"These are really cold," she said, smacking her luscious lips. "Thanks."
"You're welcome." He could see her right boob straining against the fabric of her bikini.
"Why don't you pull around back and find some shade?"
It wasn't a bad idea. The heat shimmied the air about them, giving a ripple quality to their vision. He cranked the car, backed out and parked beneath some oak trees that hung over a fence which skirted the store's parking lot.
"That better," he asked, admiring her tit again.
"Um-hm. You still going with Betty Miller?" she asked, now sipping from the bear can. He watched her tongue flick across the aluminum top sensuously and involuntarily stiffened his cock muscles, making the stiff wang throb along its entire length.
"Off and on."
"She a good lay?"
Robbie was startled by the bluntness of the question.
Since he hadn't screwed Betty, he couldn't really answer. He didn't know whether to bluff and offer an evaluation of her sexual prowess, or be honest and admit that he had never sampled her, snatch. He decided that the truth was the best with Elisabeth. She'd probably asked Betty the same question about him.
"Who knows? She won't fuck."
"That's too bad. I bet you could really put the meat to her. If what I've seen today is a sample, you look willing . . . if you could just find someone to take that ample rod."
She was forthright, though he knew his dick wasn't as long as some of the studs he'd seen in the showers during gym class.
"You've noticed then," he said, playing it cool, and rubbed his hand across the zipper line of his pants, beneath which his stiff cock lay.
"I couldn't help it. That pole was up when I got here. What you been thinking about to get you so aroused?" She edged closer to him, taking the remaining beer cans and putting them in the back seat. He couldn't help but notice the imprint of her nipples through the swimsuit.
"You. I was thinking about you, and, bingo, there you were."
"Bullshit," she said leaning her head close to his. He kissed her full wet lips. They were tangy with a taste he couldn't quite place, but knew he recognized. While he probed with his tongue and she answered, he lifted his hands to her boobs and slid them inside the bra top. The nipples were firm in the palms of his hands, fiery hot, and he pulled her to him. Her fingers went to his zipper and jerked it open, then slipped inside to circle his prick-head.
"Bingo," she said and squeezed. She nibbled his lips and stroked his hard tool with expert fingers. He could feel his cock respond to her tugging and squeezing by swelling its head with each stroke. He shoved one denimed leg between her legs, holding it against her crotch, and she began to move against it.
They were so engrossed with each other that neither heard the approach of Barney, the storeowner, who was taking out the morning's accumulated trash.
"Hey!" he said, banging on the cab. "You kids stop that. If you want to neck, go someplace else. You'll give the place a bad name."
Elisabeth turned; her full tits erect with passion and free of the confines of her swim suit. She smiled at Barney.
"Sure, Mr. Holden."
The craggy storekeeper's face flushed with astonishment. "Jesus Christ," he breathed. Elisabeth let him get an eyeful, and then flipped the cups back over her nipples.
"Let's go to my place, Robbie. I'll come back to get my car later. Besides, I've got a surprise for you there."
"Sure," he said hoarsely. They left Barney standing agape, his trash at his feet, and the flush of lust gripping his prick.
He thought maybe he'd take off early for lunch, leave the store in the hands of his checker, and go home to his old lady. He hadn't balled her in the middle of the day in years, but the sight of Elisabeth's young titties had set his nuts on fire. A little noontime nookey wouldn't be bad at all. * * * It was an eerie feeling, walking through the mansion stark naked. Marsha could feel her flesh tingling as she ambled behind the broad ass of Vicki. They crossed the plush carpet that filled the house, and went up the spiral staircase. Marsha felt strange to be calmly parading through in their pristine glory, boobs swaying, haunches, jiggling, and cunts open to view, except there was no one to do the viewing besides them.
They had obviously come to a bedroom, and Vicki stood aside to let her enter. When she squeezed through the door, Vicki calmly gave a fleeting stroke to one alabaster hip, and then followed her into the room, closing the door behind them.
"Just have a seat, Marsha. I'll have to find it."
Marsha sat on the bed, as yet unmade. Find what? She wondered as Vicki rummaged through her closet. Exactly what did the lovely girl have in mind? Marsha had decided that a little cunt-lapping would be enough to satisfy her again. She wanted to call Jack before too late, set up a date with him tonight to make up for her ridiculous behavior last night. But she could think of no better way to pass the time than with the experienced girl fishing through the closet, unless maybe she had Robbie atop her, his cock reaming the insides of her cunt.
"Ah, here it is!" Vicki shouted with satisfaction. She turned to Marsha with a large black rubber shaft in her hand that had straps dangling from it. As Vicki brought it closer to her, Marsha became aware that it was shaped exactly like an erect male cock, with a massive head almost two inches long.
"Gosh, what is that?"
Yield grinned, brandishing it like a sword. "It's a dildo."
"But what are you going to do with it?" she asked incredulously.
"Strap it on and fuck your eyeballs out. Or let you strap it on and do the same for me. Which way would you like it to be?"
The rubber cock was so huge Marsha wasn't even sure she could take the oversized head, much less the rest of the big black artificial dick.
"You take it first."
"Sure. Elisabeth and I fuck each other with it every now and then."
Vicki showed Marsha how to strap the dildo on, and they both laughed when they saw the giant prick swaying from Marsha's blonde-fringed crotch.
"Better use this to make it slick. Otherwise it'll be impossible to get it in."
She handed Marsha the lubricating jelly, and the blonde loaded the slick substance on the huge rod. As she did so, Vicki slipped a finger into her throbbing twat in anticipation of the upcoming plunge.
"Jeez, Marsha, hurry. I want to feel that thing inside my cunt," Vicki said, clambering on the bed, kicking away the covers so that only the bottom sheet remained. Her legs spread wide, popping open her puffy pink cunt-lips. If her twat had been a mouth, Marsha would have expected it to lick its lips in expectation, but even so it had achieved the same purpose. The slit was moist and ready, and Marsha eased her knees on the bed and wriggled her way across the rumpled sheet. The dildo was like a black arrow moving in slow motion towards the bull's-eye between Vicki's legs.
Marsha placed the massive head to Vicki's swollen cunt-lips and pressed forward. She didn't really believe that the girl could take the huge shaft, and was not surprised when she felt Vicki tense beneath the push of her hips attempting to force the too-big prick into the too-small hole. Then the red-headed girl relaxed and Marsha slowly inserted the cock-head of the gigantic dildo a little way into the flared pussy until she thought Vicki's cunt would have to rip open to take it.
Vicki whimpered.
"Do you want me to stop?" asked Marsha. Vicki shook her head.
"Not now," she said, moaning. "I can take it. I've done it before. Put it all the way in my cunt. And don't mind if I cry out."
Marsha was on edge at the obvious discomfort of the girl. She wasn't at all sure she wanted to inflict pain. But Vicki said she wanted the rubber cock buried within her cunt, and so she steeled herself to obey Vicki's command.
"Don't be so gentle, Marsha. You're going to have to shove it to me. Don't worry; a woman's cunt will stretch. Fuck me hard."
Marsha gritted her teeth and hunched forward. Vicki's cunt-lips were forced open, and with a savage lunge the huge cock-head popped into the stretched cunt mouth. Vicki shivered as Marsha unmercifully jammed it into her dilating pussy, the walls of her cunt hugging the massive artificial dong.
"That's it! Oh . . . deep . . . er ..."
Marsha began to hunch rapidly, watching the play of emotions across Vicki's face. The initial grimace of pain very soon gave way to a rapturous glow of ecstasy as Vicki began to fuck back. It was unbelievable that her twat could stretch enough to ever take the huge dildo, and now she rocked and humped in obvious pleasure at the continued thrusting c ° her sex mate.
"Good . . . so good."
Marsha pressed herself to the writhing redhead, her tits flattening against Vicki's. She could tell from the ecstatic groaning how much pleasure she was dishing out, but was shocked to realize that she herself was growing excited from her furious hunching. She felt a sense of power even if the dick wasn't really hers; aware of the potency packed in the male organ.
"Harder! Faster!"
Vicki clutched at her shoulders, pressed her heels into her butt, and kissed her passionately.
"I can feel it all the way up in my belly! Fuck me harder!"
The redhead, locked in the throes of passion, pressed her mouth to Marsha's in another tongue-lashing kiss only to release her to scream in lust-driven ecstasy.
"Oh, I'm coming! COMING! UHHHH!"
Marsha gave her cunt a few extra strokes with the rubber cock, and then lay atop her, exhausted. Vicki began to kiss her, little nips at her cheeks and chin, mouth and neck.
"Wonderful," she breathed. "Just let me catch my breath, and I'll fuck you."
"Oh, no," Marsha protested. "I don't think my pussy's big enough to take it."
"Bullshit. Let's get our strength back, and then you'll find out just how thrilling it is to have that fake pecker rammed up your snatch."
"If you really think I can ..." Marsha just knew that she needed something. Her cunt was anxious for relief. She pulled the rubber dick out of Vicki's twat and lay on her back beside the satisfied redhead. Her fingers lifted the thick sex-slicked cock and stared wonderingly at it.
Could she take such a huge dong? Vicki had said a female's cunt could stretch, but there were limits to anything. Nonetheless her pussy - was burning with desire, and if getting fucked by a dildo could quiet it, then she'd just have to take it. She undid the straps and passed the cock to Vicki, surprised at her reluctance to give it to the other girl.
She watched the luscious redhead stand and attach the dildo to her. Vicki had already begun to wind down from her pleasure peak. Her nipples, once erect brown paints, were now soft purple poppies, lying soft on the pink mounds of her boobs.
Then Vicki was ready, and it was no longer her nipples that attracted Marsha's attention. The wicked dong jutting from below her belly drew the blue-eyed gaze of the horny blonde. She followed its every sway as Vicki climbed on the edge of the bed. Inexplicably she wanted to take the rubber dick in her mouth, but felt silly at such a ridiculous thought.
"Just relax now, Marsha. Don't panic when I try to put it in your cunt."
Marsha could hear the soothing voice of Vicki, but did not take her eyes from the substitute prick shaft until it became too awkward to follow its descent towards her palpitating cunt.
"I'll try." She watched Vicki mount her, holding the head of the pliant rubber cock near her fluttering snatch.
God, I hope that thing won't tear my cunt, thought Marsha fearfully. It's so big, and the only other dick I've gotten fucked by was Robbie's. Not even twenty-four hours have gone by since I lost my cherry, and now I'm going to try and take this giant cock. Jesus, I really want to get fucked with it, but I'm scared.
Vicki still sought to reassure her. "Remember that I took it. You can, too. Okay?"
Marsha indicated her readiness once more, and Vicki brought the bulbous prick-head into contact with Marsha's blood-swollen cunt mouth. She prodded the cunt-lips apart with the huge cock-head, and felt Marsha stiffen beneath her.
"Relax as much as you can."
"I will," breathed Marsha, letting the tension in her belly melt away, though she still quivered somewhat.
Vicki edged forward, and Marsha's cunt began to protest, with pains shooting away from her pussy stretching to receive the huge prong.
"Oh, you're hurting me! Maybe we shouldn't ..."
"You can take it!" said Vicki, and Marsha was ashamed of her fear. The yawning maw of her twat stretched vainly to take the artificial cock-head, but progress had been stopped short of entry.
"I . . . can't take . . . it!" gasped the tight-pussy blonde. "It's no . . . use." She almost wanted to sob from frustration.
Vicki was determined to fuck the inexperienced girl with the huge dildo. Like Marsha, she, too, felt a sense of power having the big cock strapped about her, and she was not about to admit failure. She began to shove with full force to drive the artificial rod into the as yet unyielding cunt.
Marsha screamed as her cunt protested the attempt at violation, her hands clawing at Vicki's arms which propped her on the bed and gave her the leverage to shove the great prick relentlessly forward into her twat.
"You're ripping my cunt! Stop! Oh, stop!"
For a moment nothing happened; then the pliant rubber cock remolded itself from the pressure and Marsha's cunt dilated just a bit more, allowing the dildo to pop into the reluctant pussy hole. Air forced from within the soft inner folds of the stretched cunt fluttered its way free like a long sputtering sigh.
Vicki continued the pressure until the full length of the dildo was buried in Marsha's cunt. The blonde lay dazed by the erotic entry, her head lolling to one side, eyes fluttering from the packed feeling in her pussy. It was as though there was not room for one more molecule of anything to enter her stuffed box.
"Now dear for the enjoyable part." From the fog that surrounded her senses, Marsha heard Vicki promising something besides the ache that spread from belly to cunt mound to asshole, as though she had been torn apart.
Vicki began to fuck her hips in short, quick jabs like a boxer on the speed bag; then she slowed and pulled out over three-fourths of the buried rod, hesitated like she was balancing on the tip of the shaft, then plunged into Marsha's cunt with ferocity.
Marsha grunted, the first such plunge almost knocking the breath out of her. By the time she caught it again, there was no need to tell Vicki to stop.
"Fuck me!" she squealed. "Fuck me, fuck me, oh, fuck me!" she chanted rhythmically, like a metronome keeping time with Vicki's hunching. Unlike the redhead now atop her, Marsha could not respond to the bouncing at her crotch, could not find the strength to fuck back at the tumultuous pounding her cunt was being given.
For the first time her cunt walls were being thoroughly massaged. No stroke missed her pleasure button. Her cunt-lips pouched out as the wondrously magic cock pulled out, then the puss lips sucked in as the prick drove forward to sink itself fully inside her hole. She could feel the massive head pounding the end of her cunt, and thought she would climax from the unique contact.
Whatever it was, the sense of fullness, the never missed stroking of her joy button, the pounding at the end of her cunt, or maybe a combination of all, her climax exploded on her like a tornado, and she twisted and turned under the solid impact of Vicki's savage pronging.
"Ohhh!" she shuddered, "I'M CCCOOOOMMMIIINNNGGG! !"
Marsha pressed her heels to the mattress and pressed upward, arching her back; then when the rending explosion ripped through her, she collapsed, whimpering at the strength-sapping pleasure roaming wantonly through her. She was only dimly aware of her surroundings. The room reeled about her, as though she was drunk. She was drunk, drunk on sex, on the fantastic joys of fucking.
When her head cleared seconds later, she became aware of the ragged breathing of Vicki. The girl was still hunching away at Marsha's twat, as though she were a man trying to reach a delayed climax.
"Vicki . . . uh, I made it . . . oh, that's still good." Marsha wasn't sure any longer that she wanted the girl to stop fucking her. Already her pussy was sending out sensual ripples of pleasure.
"I know . . . but I . . . want you . . . to come . . . again."
Marsha couldn't believe her ears. She'd never thought of giving Vicki a second climax, and as the thrusting sent her lovely ass to squirming, she promised herself to make it up to Vicki afterwards. But right now it was her own raging cunt that occupied her mind. Vicki's would just have to come later...