Chapter 11
There was no world existing beyond the curtains of the bunkbed, no jealous, uptight husband hiring detectives to run down his wife and children, not even a man fucking one of those children, not a man and wife holding close after she had seen him fuck the girl. Not even that; not even Ryan, who had started it all.
Inside the curtained bed alcove, there was only Juliet and Melanie, two sisters lying naked and staring deeply into each other's eyes.
"Ever since my kids turned me on," Melanie said softly, "I've wondered how it would be, to make love to you."
Juliet replied softly, "Me, too. I-I never thought about another woman before Rochelle taught me what it was like. But I've been thinking of you, too."
Melanie's hands came out and found Juliet's tits; their touch was electrifying, and Juliet quaked beneath them. Her sister said, "Big and soft, yet firm and so beautifully mounded, and these nipples are like big grapes. You always had lovely boobs, Juliet, even when we were kids."
Hesitatingly, Juliet touched the other breasts, felt over them and fondled them, hefting and pressing down on the globes. "And I was always kind of jealous of you, Melanie; you were always so cute and lovable, so outgoing and fun. And you have gorgeous tits, too."
They pressed closer, fitting their breasts together as their hands drifted down to slip along the flesh of their waists and hips. It was thrilling to feel tits against her own, Juliet admitted, stirring and sexy, and when Melanie kissed her, there was no sense of strangeness at all, only a flaring of heat that hungered and was offered for the devouring in turn.
Her sister's tongue probed her mouth, all wet and warm, slippery and searching; Juliet gave up her own tongue, and shivered in rapture as their lips nibbled and their teeth clashed delicately. Juliet felt the trim waist that bearing two children had not spoiled, felt the smooth hips and reached a bit farther to tickle along the upper planes of Melanie's buttocks.
Melanie was more pushy; she took hold of both Juliet's cheeks, and ground her spiky bush into Juliet's mound. That shook Juliet even more, caused her to gulp for air as her pussylips bruised into her sister's cunt.
"Roll over," Melanie whispered harshly. "Come on, Juliet-two women can fuck almost as good as "trmah and a woman, you know."
"N-no, I don't know," Juliet murmured shakily. "You'll have to show me how. I'm willing; just teach me, Melanie."
She was on her back then, legs spread and with one of Melanie's fingers pushing into her cunt. Her vagina contracted and relaxed, and her sister tickled her clitoris, slid her finger in and out as if it were a man's prick.
Was this what Melanie meant? Juliet felt for her sister's hairy matting, poked a finger through the brush and stimulated the outer labia for a few seconds before inserting it into the hot lips.
"That's good, baby," Melanie said. "Oh, we should have been doing this all the time we were kids, finger-fucking each other, and going down, and all this."
With a practiced twist of her ass, Melanie moved Juliet's finger out of her box, withdrawing her own at the same time. Before Juliet could move, Melanie was between her thighs like a man, grinding her snatch into Juliet's pussy, humping and wiggling for all the world like a male.
And suddenly Juliet knew why. She flinched, jerked as Melanie managed to rub her clitoris. Her sister was using her clit as a cock, almost-rubbing it and her lips strongly into Juliet's, fucking and humping. Juliet hiked her ass so they would fit better together, then wrapped her long, sleek legs around Melanie's back, so they could screw in earnest.
Their tits mashed together, and they were nearly sobbing as they kissed, their breaths blending and the juices of their mouths mixing in the same manner as the fragrant oils of their cunts.
"Uhhhh!" Melanie groaned into Juliet's teeth. "Uhh-fuck me, baby-fuck my pussy with yours!"
Juliet redoubled her efforts, turning a shadj brutal as she hammered her snatch into Melanie's wet cleft.
Clawing and clutching, she banged immediately to a climax, screwing her cunt "into her sister's, thrusting her clit savagely into the greasy slot above it. Her head dropped back and her mouth fell open, but she did not lie limply beneath Melanie for long.
Her sister made a spiral movement with her humid, steamy crotch, and said sharply, "I-I'm coming, Sis-COMING!"
Juliet held her tightly, reveling in the feel of tits and belly and pussy, enjoying the shapings of thighs and the captivating pears of Melanie's ass. She kissed her sister's throat, and stroked the honey-blonde hair, feeling somehow protective of this younger woman, yet feeling as if she had just copulated with a very tender, very gentle man.
Warmly, snugly, they lay still for what seemed a long time, and sounds from outside filtered in to them, but only faintly. Juliet moved, and so did Melanie, and when her sister stopped moving, her drippy crotch was close to Juliet's face, and she could feel Melanie's warm breath moving insinuatingly down into her pubic hair, which must be just as damp.
So they were going to do sixty-nine, too, Juliet thought. It would probably be a far more gratifying method for two women to make love, at that. She kissed the satin thighs, and moved without hesitation into the fleecy wetness of Melanie's valley. She knew the slow teasing of her sister's tongue as it made a hot way through her cunt hair, and followed suit with her own tongue.
She was better at this now, and stuck her tongue deeply into Melanie's labia, trailed upward to the hood that masked her sister's clitoris, then probed for the expanded a bit of ultrasensitive flesh. She found it at the same time Melanie discovered hers, and they tantalized their centers of ecstasy together.
Juliet stroked the other woman's thighs, her ass, the small of her back. Fingering, sliding, caressing anywhere and everywhere she could reach, she came to the tight and rubbery ring of Melanie's asshole and paused there. Then, blinded to all restrictions, free to be as bitchy as she wanted, craving only to give as much pleasure as she was receiving, Juliet dared all.
She began to push the tip of her finger into Melanie's anus, going gently and with caution into that tight circle of hotness. And she never slowed her eating of Melanie's cunt, sucking now, pulling much of the pussylips into her mouth and chewing them lightly before letting them escape, then dipping her extended tongue deep to lap into the blazing interior.
Wondrous things were happening to her own vagina; sparks of wild rapture were flashing up to her womb and back again; little frantic bursts of burning pleasure were exploding along her cuntlips and beginning to home in upon her clit.
And Melanie was shoving a finger into Juliet's pulsating asshole, too. It felt huge, monstrous, an immense pole of bony flesh that was threatening to rip out her anus. She tried to back away, to force her sister's finger out. But Juliet only succeeded in clamping down upon it, and pulling it farther into her tube.
All right, then, she thought, and began to work her own finger as deep, sliding it back and forth, all the way to the second knuckle. Surprisingly, Melanie's asshole grew looser, and the same thing was happening to hers, Juliet realized. Now she started to enjoy the sensation, the weird new feeling of having something up her ass.
Somehow, the feelings there radiated almost immediately into her cunt, also. She sucked happily upon Melanie's pussy and rolled her own, diddled the finger up her asshole as she might ride upon a small, hard prick, and she wondered breathlessly if Ryan could be asked to put his cock up her there.
The orgasm rushed at her without a flicker of prior warning, thundering over her like a wave, foaming and hissing. Juliet hunched and vibrated, her head reeling and the pulse in her throat pounding insanely. Her asshole clenched upon her sister's finger, and her clitoris tried to jump completely out of Melanie's mouth.
Maybe her sister came, too; Juliet didn't know, because she was spasming and gobbling, convulsing and eating, and she didn't remember when she took her slippery finger out of dear Melanie's ass. Gorgeously confused, lost in the swirling pink mists of a perfect climax, Juliet closed her eyes and swam among the lotus blossoms in the warm scented river.
Eons later, she awoke to Melanie's softly searching kisses, and murmured sleepily, a baby chick twittering in the warmth of protective feathers. But it was her sister's hair, not feathers, and Juliet was glad.
She whispered, "So that's what it's like."
"Wonderful," Melanie said. "But I don't think we ought to stay here all night. There's only two-girls out there, and three guys."
"Okay," Juliet replied, "if we have to."
She waited awhile after her sister rolled out of the bunkbed, stretching and luxuriating in the residual tingles of her sated body. Another mountain climbed; another unknown peak conquered. There couldn't be many more. She had already taken it into every major orifice of her body-her mouth, her cunt, her asshole. Of course, she hadn't as yet been screwed in the ass by a man's prick, but she would.
Ryan would be the one to start with, she thought; his nice little cock would fit into her just right, widening her opening just enough for the next prick. Robin's prong next, then on to her husband's, for Blake had the biggest tool of the bunch, and might tear her, if he started first, before she was properly stretched.
Wouldn't her husband be amazed when she told him about the new trick. She didn't think he had ever stuck it into a woman's back door. Maybe Melanie could take his cock, since her asshole was expanded some.
Lazily, she swung her feet off the bunk, and pushed her knees through the curtains before sliding them back. Over on the forward seat, little Rochelle was curled into a ball, and someone had covered her sleek little body with a blanket. The poor kid was all fucked out, having taken on three men in a row, and that after giving a blow job.
Juliet reached for her blouse, thought the hell with clothes, and simply draped it across her hips. Bare-titted, bare-assed, and with the blouse calling attention to her cunt rather than actually concealing it, she stood up and walked over to the sink. A bottle of bourbon already sat upon the drainboard, and she uncapped it to pour herself some rejuvenation.
As the fiery juice coursed through her body, she turned and looked around.
There was Gale, sleeping on the bed made by flattening out the table, and beside her was her husband; both of them were nude. Looking out of the windshield was Ryan, also without clothes, but looking more natural that way than any of the others.
Melanie had left the housecar, and so, evidently, had Blake. Juliet shrugged and drank some more bourbon. A month ago, she might have wondered what they were doing out in the darkness together.
Now she hoped they were swinging, having fun, enjoying the sharing of their sex. It was funny how a person's outlook could change so much in so short a time.
She went over to where Ryan sat behind the steering wheel and asked, "Are you hungry? I'll make sandwiches."
"Not yet, Auntie. Thanks, though. Maybe I'll eat something later, when some of the others get around to it."
She touched his bare shoulder. "Did you get shut out after that session with your sister?"
He shook his head. "Oh, no. I fucked Gale, and then showed her how to go down on me, while Uncle Robin screwed her. She didn't really know anything, until last night. Rochelle and I wonder how most married couples get along, not knowing very much about sex."
Juliet sipped her drink. "Very badly, in general. All of them can't have sensual twins in the family."
Ryan laughed. "I guess not. You aren't sorry, are you? That I got into you, I mean, and turned you on to all this."
"No way," she said, "to coin a phrase. I'm just now coming alive, Ryan-and that's all thanks to you."
"But we're running and hiding," he said. "It would be nice if we could just sail along the highways like we were in a big ship, and everybody having fun. It would be nice, if Daddy was along, too."
Juliet leaned her breasts into the side of his face, and pulled him into their comforting softness. "Maybe it will all work out. Rochelle was talking to me about your theory. If your father does catch up with us-although I can't imagine how-there's nothing bad he can really do. And if we get the chance, we'll see if your idea holds up about him wanting to fuck his daughter."
"That would be terrific," Ryan sighed against her tits.
They might have talked more, but just then Blake and Melanie came back, skipping into the housecar like a couple of kids, teasing and playing. Blake said, "Oh, hi, doll. Everything okay?"
"Just fine," she said. "I was thinking about making sandwiches. You two been swimming?"
"A quick dip in the man's pond," Blake said, coming over to kiss her lightly upon the lips. "Hey, that's some sexy outfit you're wearing. It ought to be the new fashion. It beats hell out of miniskirts."
Melanie said, "Something bothering Ryan?"
"Not now," the boy said quickly. "I was moping a little, I guess. Auntie Juliet talked me out of my mood."
"Thinking about your daddy," Melanie said. "Look-let's you and I get together later, just the two of us. We can take our time and have a nice, long fuck in private."
Ryan smiled. "I'd like that."
"Come on, then," Melanie said. "Beer and sandwiches for everybody-even you two underage kids. But don't drink so much you get sleepy, you hear? I have plans for you, young man, but you have to be awake to enjoy them."
The boy's grin widened. "Don't worry, Mom; I can screw in my sleep."
And Juliet was willing to bet that he certainly could.