Chapter 6
The ride to Elisabeth's house was a harrowing experience. Robbie almost ran over the median of the roadway, rubbing his tires on the concrete curb, and just managing to avoid a little girl on a bicycle.
What was causing his discomfort and lack of control of his car was a handkerchief. Not just an ordinary one. This particular one was wrapped around his prick, and Elisabeth was calmly beating him off. Calm that is for her, but for him it was an unnerving experience. How the hell could he concentrate with her hand working at his throbbing dick?
He was glad when he finally released his load of jism into the white cloth. First because of the warm sensation that poured over him, leaving him momentarily weak. Second because he could now concentrate on the road.
Elisabeth balled the handkerchief up, and grinningly flung it out the window at a stray dog.
"Does that feel better, baby?" she asked, tucking his cock and balls back into his trousers.
He sighed with satisfaction.
"Believe it! You sure know how to please a guy. Have you done that before?"
Her fingers toyed with his crotch hair.
"So many times I've lost count. If I don't ball a guy, I let him get his nuts off that way. Leastways he goes home happy, and thinking he's really accomplished something."
Robbie listened to her forthright explanation, but was a little bit disturbed. She had said she jacked a man off when she wasn't going to fuck him. Despite the fact that he had just unloaded his balls into the handkerchief cast out into the road, he still wanted to fuck her, to bury his stiff cock into her soft cunt.
"Do you fuck much?" He had slowed down. Now that Elisabeth's insistent fingers were not gripping his prong, he had slowed to a safe cruising speed.
"You really want to know that, or are you just wondering if I'm going to let you fuck me?"
He turned to look into her impish face. Her lips were in a petulant pout, but her eyes glowed with the come-on look. She was certainly a beautiful piece, and he just had to fuck her.
"Both."
"Then I'll answer them both. Am I going to fuck you? Maybe, probably."
He felt the twinge in his balls at the sound of that. She went on.
"Do I fuck much? Enough. I'm not a virgin obviously and haven't been for a long time. I take long dicks, short dicks, young dicks, and old dicks. And you know something?"
"What?"
She laughed throatily, bubbling with exuberance.
"I've liked them all. Except the quick ones. I like a man who can screw me a while. Can you hold your nuts and give me a long fucking?" she asked, her fingers gently stroking his prick into life again.
"My first one's most always quick," he admitted ruefully. Then he grinned. "But I can ball all night from then on. And, baby, your hand job took care of the quickie."
"Umm. Sounds good. Change the maybe to a definite yes."
His cock filled out, throbbing at her words. She held the thick base in her hands and squeezed it until the engorged prick-head was purple with blood.
"I can't wait till I feel this cock-head spread my cunt-lips and drive home. Baby, that's a great sight."
"Well, you won't have to wait long. And for a man wanting to fuck you as much as I do right now, your house is the great sight. Though I'll bet inside it, you can show me something even better."
She murmured agreement as he pulled into the driveway and parked in front of the house. A bicycle stood off to one side.
"You ride a bike?" he asked when he opened the car door for the horny girl.
"Uh, yeah. Come on in," she replied, leading him into the house.
"You know, you've got a bike that looks a lot like my sister's."
"Have I?" she said coyly. "What a coincidence." He did not notice the mischievous gleam in her eyes.
"Yeah, isn't it?" He followed her flared hips into the living room. Her ass cheeks had begun to peek out of her bikini, and they were as brown as roasted chestnuts. He was excited by the fact that they did not gleam whitely at him, and knew that she had either sunbathed in the nude, or been using a heat lamp to tan her delicious body.
He had expected her to go up the stairs to a bedroom but instead she went directly to the green velour couch. She turned then to face him, high-titted and flat-bellied, a veritable goddess of sex.
With a quick motion she freed her tits, dark objects of sensual delight, their points burnished a deep brown, and standing erect and inviting. Then she slipped her bikini bottom over her hips and he was staring at her black pussy patch, glistening wetly at him. He grinned at the total brownness of her body standing open to him.
"Are you just going to gawk, or get some action started?"
He shucked his pants, shirt and shorts, and shoes.
Her eyes devoured his body as his had devoured hers. He wished that from waist to toes he was not such a peek-a-boo white, but guessed she didn't mind that so much. Especially since her eyes were trained on his hard-on.
"Come on, Cocks-man, let's get it on!" She wriggled her hips in a summoning gesture, her hands rubbing her curly cunt mound.
Robbie didn't need a second invitation. He was across the room in a second, and took her in his arms, mouth pressed to hers in a wet probing kiss, bodies locked tightly together.
She moaned as she felt his cock against her belly, and they ground their bodies together. He could feel the wiry pussy hair tickling the base of his prick. Her nipples were flaming circles against his chest, and the hot tip of her tongue laved his mouth.
"You're some kind of woman, Elisabeth," he breathed, letting his hands stroke the delicate boniness of her shoulders. He began to stroke downwards, creeping ever nearer to her taut hips, until he could stand it no longer and clutched her ass cheeks fiercely.
In response, Elisabeth sought his muscular ass. They stood locked like that for several moments, bellies rolling together, cunt mound rubbing stiff cock, pulling each other tightly with their hands.
"Oh, baby, you're out of sight," he said, pulling away from her savage kiss and burying his face in her neck. Her long hair smelled faintly of chlorine, but the most powerful smell was the muskiness of her horny cunt.
He nibbled at her ear, and then tongued it fiercely.
"I can't stand that, baby! It sends cold shivers up my spine. It's just too damned exciting." She pulled away from him completely. "How about a little head? Reckon you could go for that?"
"You bet," he said.
She dropped to her knees in front of him, and took the base of his cock in her slim brown hands. He could see the swollen cock-head, the tiny slit topped by a small drop of pre-come. Her hair hid her face from him, but as he watched, he saw her tongue dart out and take the clear liquid on his cock-tip.
"Good," she murmured, then began to flick her tongue over the swollen crown.
Robbie had never been sucked off before, and he could not believe how exciting a blow job was. Elisabeth was really something, no denying that, but Robbie could not escape from the notion that Marsha had not taken his prick in her mouth, and he wondered how she would feel, sucking on his pecker.
Elisabeth had slipped the full tool into her mouth and was bobbing at it frantically. She really wanted his jizz, he could tell, but he was a long way from popping his wad now. There were a lot of things he wanted to do with his cock before he shot off again, a lot of places he wanted to explore with it.
He placed his hands at the back of her head and began to hunch, matching her bobbing. She had begun to suck as she moved up and down on his dick, and her tongue was swirling about the prick shaft. He could feel his cock-head striking the back of her throat, and was afraid that he might injure the delicate membranes gathered there, but Elisabeth's frenzied plunging on his tool eliminated that fear.
"Suck my cock, baby! You know it's good. Eat my prick!"
Her hands went to his balls and squeezed them. He felt the pleasure from her eager tactics shoot all over him. Then she gripped his hips and pulled him to her, burying the final bit of his cock in her mouth. She held his prick there for a moment, and he could feel her throat muscles working at the cock-head. He had to fight to keep from releasing his nuts right then, and gritted his teeth at the excruciatingly delightful agony of her expert blow job.
"Enough, baby! Don't milk me yet. I want to taste your cunt, and then fuck you."
Apparently satisfied for the time being, Elisabeth withdrew her hungry mouth from his rod, and stared up at Robbie's agitated face.
"You're not going to get off that easy," she teased. "I want to drink your cream before we're through."
She bent and kissed his balls, then took each one in her mouth and licked it thoroughly.
"Okay, but later. It's my turn to do a little eating."
Elisabeth stood up, her nipples stiff with desire.
Robbie tweaked each nipple, and then cupped them as he kissed her.
"You know a man usually eats in the dining room," said Elisabeth as she broke his fierce clench.
"Even when the main course is pussy?" Robbie asked slyly.
She pulled his cock. "Even then, come on, and I'll show you what I mean."
He followed her tart ass into the dining room. A huge table circled by nearly a dozen chairs was the center attraction. Robbie was impressed by the sheer sense of wealth that the room exuded.
Elisabeth perched her lovely ass on the table and grinned.
"If you're going to eat me, don't let it be said that I didn't let you eat in comfort."
She leaned back on the table, drawing her legs up and placing her heels on the edge of the table. Her drawn-up legs formed a huge V, the apex of which was the juicy cunt that was to be his meal. Her ass lay perilously close to the edge of the table, but he was captivated by the open cuntal attraction that beckoned to him.
"Pull up a chair, lover, and eat to your heart's content."
She had already begun to massage her luscious tits while she waited for him to go down on her box, and Robbie drew one of the stiff-backed chairs, softly cushioned, up to the table, and stared face to cunt into her moist, puffy slit.
Robbie sniffed the heady odor of musk, and then pressed his mouth to the slick pussy. Its softness yielded to the pressure of his kiss, and his lips sunk into the open gash. He drank the juice that had lubricated her cunt, and licked up and down the open pink slit. Elisabeth moaned.
"That's it, baby! Eat my pussy!"
He rimmed the puffy cunt-lips in a circular motion with his tongue, and then slipped it into her pussy hole. Elisabeth squirmed at the touch of his tongue.
"Lick it, Robbie. Lick the insides of my cunt! It feels so good."
He obliged her request, laving the inner walls of her palpitating pussy. He could feel Elisabeth's hands insinuating themselves between her thighs and his face, pulling her cunt-lips apart.
"Deeper, baby, make your tongue stiff and stick it deeper in my hole! Fuck my cunt, baby, with your tongue."
He stiffened his tongue and began to thrust it into the eager cunt. The soft sandpaper quality of his tongue found her clit and rubbed it furiously as he darted it into her pussy, and she moaned low and long, and began to squirm. He slid his hand under her butt and spread her ass cheeks, pulling her box to his face. She began to hunch at the insistent thrust of his tongue.
"My clit! Keep it on my clit. Rub it, baby! Faster! "
His tongue sought out her pleasure button and concentrated on stimulating it. Elisabeth bucked in wild abandon at his furious licking, and her hands grabbed the back of his head and tried to pull him deeper into her gushing twat.
"Suck while you're licking. It feels so good. Eat my cunt, baby!"
He pressed his lips to the pulsating gash, and added sucking motions as she had requested. He could feel the erect clit with his lips and he took it and pulled at it furiously, the suction obviously driving the long-legged beauty into uncontrollable ecstasy.
"I can't last much longer. Eat my snatch, baby! Eat my cunt till I come! Oh, God, I love it!"
While his mouth worked greedily at her cunt, he slipped a finger into her asshole, and began to massage the tender bung. He could feel the electric shock of realization as it hit Elisabeth, and she squealed as the twin invasion sent her across the line into a bucking climax.
"God, God, God! Oh, don't quit! I'm going to come again!"
And she was right. The combination of tongue and mouth working at her cunt, and finger in her asshole sent a second shockwave of orgasm through her body.
The second climax seemed to sap her, and while she didn't come to a complete stop her vigorous humping slowed perceptibly. Robbie sucked for a few moments more to ease her down from her pleasure peak and then concentrated on licking all the cunt juices still clinging to her puffy gash.
Finally he lifted his head, smacking his lips.
"A meal fit for a king," he said, and Elisabeth could only nod to him, her eyes still glazed with the last vestiges of pleasure.
"You're the best pussy-eater I've ever met, Robbie," she said sitting up. He continued to rub the insides of her thighs.
"My compliments to the chef, baby. You really turned me on with all your directions about what you'd like me to do to your twat. I really dig that."
Elisabeth pressed her palms to the side of his face and kissed him, her tongue exploring. She sucked voraciously at his tongue, wanting to taste her cunt juice on him. He gladly obliged, swathing her in eager response.
"I still got that hard-on, baby, and we need to do something about that."
She gazed down between his legs at the stiff rod swaying from his crotch. His balls rested on the chair cushion, framed by his hairy thighs, topped by the hard cock, and surrounded by a mop crotch hair.
"What do you want me to do? You name Robbie, and I'll do it." He could read the eagerness in her voice, and it made his heart thump faster know that a woman could be so desirous pleasing him.
There were a number of possibilities. They could go upstairs to one of the bedrooms and fuck in the old traditional face-to-face method. But he yearned for a little variety to his sex fun, and he had screwed that way with Marsha last night.
"Why don't you sit on my dick, baby? I think I'd really like that."
She giggled. "When I fuck somebody, they always like it."
She hopped down from her perch on the table, making her boobs sway tantalizingly in his face. He pulled her to him, and took one delicate nipple in his mouth and sucked it.
"Gee, but you're an eager one," she said, and straddled him and the chair, easing her crotch over his hard-on.
He felt the first touch of the warm soft cunt still slick with fuck juice and saliva, felt his cock-head push apart the tender hole. She dropped her cunt on his dick with titillating slowness, letting him feel her pussy mold itself to his tool, feeling the inner cunt walls grip his dong as she tightened them. His prick thickened at the contact, and throbbed as the blood rushed to the crown. He made his cock pulse within her hole in answer to the tightening of her cunt muscles.
"Snap that snatch, baby. It makes my prick bigger."
"Yeah," she breathed ecstatically. "You don't have to tell me. I can feel it."
It was awkward to kiss her warm tits now, but he continued to excite them with his fingers tracing the areolas, pulling at the nipples.
As she achieved complete penetration on his cock, he pressed her boobs against his chest and they sat, completely entwined like that, still to outward appearances, though her pussy snapped at his cock, and his prick throbbed inside her cunt.
"Preliminaries over," she said; "Time for the main event."
And with that announcement she began to snap her hips. Robbie, still clutching her to him, began to thrust forward in response to her hunching.
She had risen on her tiptoes to provide herself with more leverage as her silken-sheathed pussy stroked his hard rod. He gripped her ass cheeks to pull her to him in her thrusts. She lifted her tits away from him, and let them jiggle as she pounded his hard cock with her tight juicy cunt.
"That's it," he said, feeling his balls tighten in excitement. "Fuck it, baby! You're doing it right."
She grinned, and fucked harder. She began to wriggle her ass as she forced her pussy to engulf more and more of the male meat. The extra added movements sent further thrills shooting through his prick.
"Suck my titties while I fuck you. Oh, that feels far-out. Man, so far fucking out!"
He bent his head and took one of the jiggling boobs in his mouth. With one hand he massaged the other tit; with the other hand he pulled her ass to him while she humped him. He could feel her passion rising as he licked the straining nipple, and before he realized it he was biting the tit about the dark-brown point.
"Your teeth; Oh, you're eating my titties off!"
He relaxed from using his teeth, thinking that was what she wanted, and was surprised to find out the opposite.
"You can bite it, baby. Just don't bite it off. I like you to get excited like that." She pulled his head back to her tit, and just before he engulfed it with his mouth again, he caught sight of the angry red marks his teeth had made. He decided that she was merely in the throes of passion and that he would not bite her jug so fiercely again.
Now he got caught up in the frenzied action at his cock. He had held his nuts from blowing when Elisabeth had sucked him, but the possibility of holding off any longer was rapidly diminishing. Caught up in the throbbing of his cock, he began to fuck the wriggling, bucking, hunching girl with passionate seriousness.
"Do it, baby! I'm going to come! Do it with me!" he said.
"I am! Shoot your cum in me! I want your hot juice in my cunt! FFFUUUCCCKKK MEEE!!"
Seconds later she began to flush as her climax roiled over her. Then Robbie unleashed his jism with a fury, shooting it deep into her waiting cunt. She could feel the scalding sperm striking her cunt walls, flooding her insides. Her pussy began sucking motions, drawing every last bit of his cum from his balls.
She continued to hunch until she felt his cock shrink inside her hole, then relaxed and smiled at her sweat-soaked lover. Her pussy began to dribble the fuck juice as the cock which had plugged her twat up slowly dwindled away.
"Was it a good fuck?" she asked, sighing with pleasure.
"Urn, yes," Robbie was out of breath.
"I guarantee it, lover, every time."
Elisabeth wiggled on his lap and they kissed rather tenderly at first, only to have the tenderness ignite into a more passionate embrace.
"I thought you said you could last a long time after the first come," she reminded him coquettishly.
He was stroking her jug and nibbling at her neck. He cleared his throat.
"No problem. The hard-on will come back. Each time it does, I take longer to reach a climax. That's okay with you, isn't it?"
She murmured agreement as he delicately rubbed her belly. She could already feel his cock stiffening again, and she nudged it with her thigh. His hand dipped into her open cunt as she did so, and she laughed with obvious delight.
"Come on, lover. Let's go upstairs. I've got a sight that ought to really harden that delicious cock of yours. Two . . . uh . . . friends of mine are in the bedroom having a little sex fun. It might be interesting to watch."
She stood up, and he squeezed her firm ass. Then he followed her.
"You mean we're going to watch them fuck?" he asked, his balls already beginning to tighten in expectation. He had never thought of himself as a voyeur before. Watching fuck movies was one thing; but watching the real thing would really be exciting.
"Yeah, fucking or whatever they're doing."
He caught a mischievous tone to her voice, a hint of something that she was withholding. Whatever was going on up there her voice seemed to promise would really surprise him.
He grew even more excited at the prospect of seeing forbidden sex acts. He wondered what they could be.
The door was slightly open as they edged quietly across the carpeted hallway. Already, by simply watching the supple curves of Elisabeth's ass as they climbed the stairway, Robbie had achieved a full hard-on, and he had to restrain himself from flinging her to the carpet and fucking the hell out of her.
She turned and shushed him with a finger at her wet lips. He could not escape the feeling that they were like two children sneaking up on their parents while they screwed.
Even as she motioned for his silence, her eyes caught sight of the hard cock jutting below his taut belly, and she smiled in appreciation. It only made the blood pulse swifter through his shaft.
They edged close to the door and already he could hear the slurp-slurp of a cock being pounded into the wetness of a hungry cunt. Added to that sound was the ragged breathing of the fuckers, with an occasional moan of satisfaction to spice the action.
Then a voice, tinged with the gratification of lust floated to his ears, a voice that was hauntingly familiar. That voice could not belong to who he thought it did. He stepped closer to the door so that his eyes could confirm his ears.
The sight swamped him with its alien-ness. It was nothing like what he had expected. Like the tabloid of some strange underground movie, he watched in rapt fascination the writhing on the bed.
Vicki was still atop Marsha, still plunging the dildo into her cunt. Robbie recognized only his sister, but she seemed to be part of a fantastic landscape.
The twin female bodies were soaked with sweat, plastered together in their slickness. As though he were watching the whole proceedings through a telescope, he watched the unfamiliar female form hunching above his sister's spread body. Not only were Marsha's thighs splayed from her crotch but her arms lay straight out from her shoulders as though she were being nailed to a cross-though it was apparent that her agony was in reality ecstasy.
Marsha moaned weakly. She had already lost count of her orgasms, of how long Vicki had been fucking her with the pliant rubber dick. She had decided that Vicki was a superhuman creation, untiring, a machine that had been turned on and which had no turnoff switch. Not that she was complaining.
She flopped her head to one side, and stared out through eyes that would not focus sharply. She seemed to see a vision of a tall naked man. She closed her eyes for a moment, but when she reopened them, the vision had not dissipated. From between his thighs jutted a stiff prick and the naked man had gripped the erect rod and begun to stroke it. It seemed such an appalling waste. There were better things to do with a stiff cock.
As if in response to her thoughts a woman, brown-fleshed and long of limb, knelt in front of him. Marsha watched the kneeling figure remove the hand and take the stiff cock in her mouth. The bobbing of the long-haired female's head seemed to match the rhythm of Vicki's thrusting in her cunt.
"Last . . . one . . . Marsha," whispered the voice in her ear. She could only nod, Vicki's hair brushing her cheek as she did so.
She let the climax build quickly then, helped on by the blurry vision of cock sucking that she felt she was imagining. She climbed upward to the peak she had been to so many times before, and with an ecstatic leap she launched herself into a roiling, bucking slide down the sex-slick peak. She shuddered again and again and again, screaming one last long time with the sheer excitement that gripped her.
"OHHH! FUCK ME! COMING SO GOOODDD!!"
Marsha almost passed out, and fought to keep her consciousness. Having achieved an exquisite orgasm, she expected the vision to disappear, but instead it shifted its posture.
The male separated himself from the woman sucking his prick and darted across the room. Vicki arose from her at the sight of him. He grabbed her, stripped the dildo lathered with fuck juice from her and pushed her to the bed beside Marsha. Then with a savage cry he jammed his cock in Vicki's open cunt, eyes fiery with lust.
Vicki made only the slightest protest, and when his prick entered her twat, she cried out in throaty response. They began to buck and roll beside her, and Marsha became dimly aware that the apparent vision might be real after all.
"Fuck her, Robbie!"
Elisabeth's voice rang loud and clear. Marsha blinked twice, forcing her eyes to focus, and recognized the tanned figure of the young girl. Elisabeth's eyes were likewise filled with lust, and they were trained on the bed, looking past Marsha to the spot to her side.
Now growing more aware of what was happening, of the reality of it all, Marsha turned to face the wildly fucking couple beside her.
She gasped as she discovered that the man from her dream was indeed real, was indeed fucking Vicki, and was, most surprising of all, her brother Robbie.
"Put the meat to her, Robbie! Fuck her, baby!" Elisabeth shouted. Marsha worked her way off the bed, which had begun to shake with the violent screwing going on at her side.
She staggered as her head swam, but the wooziness passed. Making her way across the room, she leaned against the dressing table and watched the energetic balling on the bed.
Elisabeth ignored her, her eyes also locked on the furious fucking. She sat down on the carpet so that her eyes were level with the bed, giving her a better view of the locked sex organs of the pair on the bed. Marsha watched her place her right hand between her spread legs and began to move it in time with the hunching. Her eyes never left the arousing sight of the fucking couple, and her breath shortened into quick little bursts.
Marsha returned her gaze to Vicki and Robbie.
Robbie's ass rose and fell in an erratic rhythm, alternately quick and sharp, then a long withdrawal and a deep plunge. The hair-fringed hole that was taking the stiff cock was like a stretched mouth that seemed to puff and suck on the shaft. Robbie would withdraw and the cunt-lips would follow by pouching outward, then he would thrust forward and they would be shoved inward.
Vicki's hands moved from his back down his spine to his tightened ass cheeks. He responded to her touch by increasing the force of his thrust, and Marsha watched the great sac of balls that dangled from below begin to slap Vicki's ass. They would sway back when he rose and then swung forward with a rush as he plunged to smack into her cunt with a resounding thwack. They reminded Marsha of a gnarled hand slapping a baby's bottom.
"Jeeeez!" wailed Vicki. "FUCK ME!"
She wrapped her legs around him, putting he heels in the wrinkle where his legs joined his ass and pulling him to her.
Marsha felt a twinge of jealousy. Vicki had done such a wonderful job of fucking her that she had personally wanted to give this kind of excitement to the redhead. But she had to admit ruefully that no woman could give another woman the kind of joy Vicki was experiencing now. The male cock was a powerful thing, and there was no real substitute for it.
She watched Elisabeth then. The tall tanned girl had leaned back in a supine position. Her hand was still busily diddling her cunt, and she had placed her heels on the carpet to increase her thrusting power.
Marsha decided to help Elisabeth out.
She snatched the dildo from the floor and quickly strapped it on. All the while she watched Robbie's ass rotate and plunge, so that she could effectively mimic that action.
Then she was above Elisabeth, standing between her arched legs. Elisabeth looked up at her, saw the rubber cock swaying from her and removed her hand.
"Put it in my cunt," she begged.
Marsha swiftly obliged. The insertion was smooth and sudden, with very little strain before she had the cock all the way in Elisabeth's horny snatch.
In seconds Robbie and Marsha McComb were twin engines of pleasure for the lovely girls beneath them, both concentrating on thoroughly fucking the two cunts that they filled.
Before long both Vicki and Elisabeth were squealing in unison as they were engulfed by exploding climaxes. Like a duo that had practiced harmonizing for long hours, they screamed at the same instant.
"I'M COMIIIING!"
It was a pretty pleasant way to spend a Saturday afternoon.