Chapter 3
Frieda paced her bedroom frantically like a tigress in heat. It had been two weeks since she had fucked her brother and let Betty gnaw on her clit. Since Betty had arrived, the entire house had been in such an uproar that she rarely saw her brother. Betty tried to make several advances, but Frieda pushed her off. Because her future sister-in-law didn't seem to mind the brushoffs, she was sure that Brian was keeping her well satisfied.
Goddamn them! Frieda thought jealously. They've got no right to leave me out! I want his cock stuffed inside me more than that fuckin' dyke does! Frieda felt her clit twitch angrily as soon as she thought of Brian's body crushing hers into the grass as his hard cock smashed and tore at her grasping pussy. She fell back on her bed. God, her cunt ached so much that she had to do something about it.
Reaching over to her right, Frieda slammed the door shut, then lay back and hiked up her skirt. She slid her ass back and forth against the sheets, feeling tne gradually slickening lips of her cunt massage her aching clit. Frieda brought her hand down to her pussy and used her fingers to spread the lips. In her mind she saw Brian crouching over her, his jerking cock leaking that precious man juice through the piss-slit, threatening to shoot load after load of thick, white-hot cum into the air and against her panting belly.
Frieda held her cuntlips apart while she slid her fingers into the hole, stirring them gently against the sides, stroking her twitching clit, then pulling them out, moistened with juice. She spread the pussy juice along the edges of her cuntlips, then trailed the finger slowly toward her asshole. She felt her asshole tremble as her finger approached, circled the brown, puckered edges, then slid back to the juice-saturated fur of her cunt. She moistened the cuntlips again, teasing her forefinger along the exposed opening, pressing gently into the soft, wet skin. Her fingernail scratched delicately at the rising hardness of her clit, making that piece of soft, sensitive pink flesh stand up. Her middle finger, meanwhile, slipped into the center of her pulsing cunt, working its way insistently, deeply into the warm, wet cavity.
Frieda closed her eyes, playing lingeringly with her aching clit, tickling, wiggling, squeezing, rubbing the miniature organ until her asscheeks were twitching automatically in a clenching and unclenching rhythm.
"Ohh, Brian, fuck me, stuff me with your prick, fill up my cunt with your cum," Frieda moaned softly as she tore away at her snatch.
"You're wasting energy if you do that alone," a voice said.
Frieda gasped and opened her eyes, terrified. Brian was standing next to her bed, kneading his stiffened cock that bounced excitedly three inches above her lips.
"I-I thought th-that you w-were ..." Frieda couldn't finish the sentence. She was racked by conflicting feelings of shame and a sudden surge of new passion to grab that cock and stick it in her cunt.
"Forget it," Brian said, shutting the door and turning the lock. "You forgot, little sister, that I'm damned persistent," he said as he pulled off his undershirt. Frieda stared at his broad, muscular shoulders that gleamed with perspiration. Involuntarily, her hand moved back to her cunt, and gently stroked the edges of its lips, her clit responding twitchingly with each caress.
"I haven't had a chance to get to you 'til now, so strap yourself down!"
Slowly but methodically, Brian moved his powerful hands to the button of his Levi's and pushed it through the hole. Frieda's stare fell back to her brother's jerking cock.
"Maybe you need more inspiration," Frieda said coyly, quickly removing the light summer frock she had been wearing. Because of the hot weather lately, she made it a habit not to wear bras and panties. In one rapid movement she was naked, her big tits heaving up and down, their nipples drawn taut by the excitement Frieda was creating for herself by stroking her cunt.
Oh Jesus! Frieda thought. I want to run my tongue along his thick cock! Involuntarily she ran her tongue over her lips. Brian knew what she was thinking, and lowered his hand to his prick and started pumping it slowly. The cockhead suddenly grew purple and swelled. Drops of juice oozed from the piss-slit, threatening a sudden eruption.
"All for you, Sis," he moaned as he opened his Levi's completely.
"P-please," Frieda pleaded, feeling her clit twitch violently, helplessly as she longed to feel Brian heaving his body on top of hers.
"Ready?" he asked, dropping his Levi's to the floor, and letting go of his stiff cock.
Frieda nodded and spread her thighs apart to welcome her brother's prick. Then he was on top of her. His cock teased, poked, tickled the hairs of her cunt as it pushed gently against her sweating, trembling cuntlips. Frieda could feel the regular pulsing of her brother's cockhead, and wondered how he could restrain himself for so long. She was nearly out of her mind with passion, and slid her ass down the sweat-dampened sheets suddenly, impaling herself on Brian's cock. Then, the rest of his prick slid easily into her without resistance, and her cunt walls closed around the thick shaft, squeezing, crushing, twisting itself like a mouth trying to suck the cum from his swinging balls.
"Oh, yes!" Frieda cried again and again as he sucked her tits, bit her shoulder, moved his cock in and out of her cunt. She moaned each time he reached between their bodies to fondle her fluttering clit.
He opened his eyes once and stared into hers; then he closed his eyes again, and she closed hers. The only thing she saw was the picture in her mind of his cum-swollen cock sliding in and out of her stretched, aching cunt.
Soon her mind was blank and her thoughts wouldn't come. There was nothing but a great all-enfolding blackness around her...the blackness and the ecstasy that drummed into her cunt with each twat-smashing lurch Brian made into her. Frieda involuntarily squirmed her ass on the sheets, screwing her sweating ass cheeks into the creaking bed, twisting the juiced walls of her cunt around the driving fuck piston that slid violently back and forth in her.
Suddenly Frieda felt Brian pull out. She opened her eyes and saw her brother towering above her, propped on the bed on all fours.
"What did you do that for?" she gasped.
"I want you to blow me," Brian said.
"But, I thought..." Frieda began.
"Look, I mean, if you don't want to do it, I'll just get up and ..."
Frieda understood what he meant and grabbed his asscheeks, pdlling his cock toward her tips. Brian guided his prick to her mouth, and without further conversation he began thrusting while she began sucking. It was a real oral fuck, not just a blowjob with the male partner playing a passive role; no, Brian was an aggressive partner, and lie moved his cock in and out while Frieda sucked on it and covered it with saliva.
The knob was so thick, so large and meaty. She dug her teeth into the groove behind it at one point, but let go when Brian tugged as if to say that it was time to retreat. He plunged back and forth in Frieda's mouth until she thought she would choke on her own saliva, which was building up, thanks to the size of his cock. Frieda suddenly applied all the suction she could muster up, and Brian let out a groan. He shoved his cock in again, bouncing its knob off the roof of her mouth. Frieda sucked again, almost as hard as before, and on impulse she reached for his heavy, hanging balls, seizing the scrotum in her right hand and rolling the balls from side to side. Brian whimpered. God! She'd learned how to master her superstud brother! Frieda giggled and rolled his balls to and fro, but now Brian caught control of himself and let out a grunt as he pulled his cock from her slick-lipped mouth.
Brian didn't give her time to wonder what was coming next. He simply moved his face to her cunt, stuck his tongue into her snatch, and made her cry out with rising need as his tongue drew back and upward to stroke her swollen clitoris. Oh, God! She wanted to be fucked, couldn't bear to wait much longer. When Brian's tongue slid down toward her asshole, she almost screamed for her brother to fuck her.
He had her cuntlips in his teeth and he was tugging on them; at first it hurt, but then the tugging seemed to do something to her nerve endings, and she lifted her ass off the bed in a silent plea for more of the same. Frieda could feel her brother's heaving breathing on her snatch; then he was moving downward again, running the tip of his tongue along her cuntlips to her asshole, and she cried out in shameless delight. And when his tongue tried to enter her asshole, the words
"FUCK ME, BRIAN!" exploded from her mouth.
He was moving over her. His cock was bouncing against her thigh. Now it was pushing up against her pubic hair again, seeking her cunt. She reached under her upraised left thigh and found the prick with her fingers, then guided it back to her puffy, parted cuntlips. He was pushing forward, trying to get his cock in, but the muscles around the cunt's opening had tightened up again with excitement.
Relax, Frieda told herself. The cockhead was shoving, pushing, thrusting against the taut membranes and then, suddenly, Frieda's cunt went soft again and the prick slid in with an audible squish, and Frieda sighed.
"Yes," she whispered to Brian. She wanted to tell him that it was nice, that she was already responding to the steady thrusting of his cock, but he was breathing too hard to listen or even to hear her if she'd shouted it out; he was wrapped up in his own sexual excitement.
Already she could feel the surges of sensation in clitoris and cuntlips; already her asshole was tightening the way her cunt would tighten as the moment of climax approached; already her tits were swollen, her belly flushed, her head dizzy with the incredible ecstasy of being expertly fucked by her brother.
"FUCK ME!" she cried several times as she twisted her hips from side to side and dug her heels into the bed. "Fuck me!" she whimpered as Brian dug his teeth into the nipple of her right tit.
She could feel the muscles of his lower back and asscheeks stiffen beneath her massaging fingers; he was going to come. She screamed silently, and began to rock her. hips faster as Brian took a rasping breath and plunged even deeper toward the end of her cunt.
Fuck me! Oh, I've got to cum! Don't finish before me...I can't stand not to cum! Oh, God, you 're going to shoot! I can feel your cock swelling and jerking...oh, noooo .. .
But she made it just in time; Frieda felt her cunt tighten in a spasmodic contraction just as the first spurt of cum broke loose from his pounding cock. She could feel the prick's muscles twitching inside her pussy hole, andf she could hear his steady grunts and gasps. "I'm cuming," Frieda whispered to herself; then the whisper turned to a scream, a loud and piercing screech of delight that seemed to drive Brian to greater heights of ecstasy so that he sank his teeth into her shoulder and pounded harder, deeper into her cunt. He was squirting vast gobs of cum into her hole; he was making himself heard with choking cries that sent delighted shudders through Frieda's spine, and by the time he had slumped into exhaustion on top of her body, she had reached her peak, also.
A few minutes later he insisted on licking her clean. Frieda giggled when he stuck his tongue into her cunt, because his fast, flicking action tickled as well as excited.
They took a shower together, smearing soapy lather over each other's organs and assholes until they were horny all over again. Brian turned off the water and pushed Frieda out of the shower enclosure. He dried his cock and her cunt with a towel and told her to bend forward, which she did. Frieda felt her brother's stiffening cock brush against her asscheeks, and her cunt trembled in response. She was so incredibly horny these days. Maybe it had something to do with the idea of losing her brother...of enjoying a forbidden fruit for as long as she could. Suddenly, she felt Brian pull away and utter a low groan. Opening her eyes, she saw that the bathroom door had swung open, and lying on the bed, naked, was Betty.
"Well, I often wondered about those brotherly talks you kept telling me you wanted to have with Frieda. I had no idea that they ever got this involved."
Frieda grabbed the fallen towel and wrapped it around her as best she could. Betty looked at Brian and his sister, then laughed loudly.
"Oh, come on! Do you think I'm stupid? I could hear the two of you screaming, grunting and moaning all over the house! Thank God nobody else was around. Sorry, kids, but the cat's come out of that old bag."
Frieda wondered what she meant by that, then noticed that Betty slowly moved her hands across her stomach, down toward her twisting thighs, her fingers crawling like spiders, jerking and trembling. She rolled her hips slowly, at first, then in a series of rapid, suggestive bumps. Her body began to writhe sensuously, and she inhaled deeply through her clenched teeth as she plunged a finger between her clenched cuntlips. Betty uttered a shrill cry and wormed her hips lasciviously, holding her hand tightly against her cunt.
Frieda guessed what Betty wanted, and she wasn't sure that she could go along with a three-way. Oh sure, she'd been in the sack with both of them, and enjoyed herself almost equally with both. But to roll around with both at the same time! It seemed somehow too public, and she felt ashamed.
"Come here, lover," Betty hissed. Frieda wasn't sure who she was referring to. She turned to Brian and saw that his cock was back to its steely length. He walked up to her and shoved his hot prick in her asscrack, pumping his hips back and forth as his cock sought relief by rubbing against his sister's ass.
"Let's go," he whispered, shoving Frieda forward. Frieda felt as though she was moving in a dream. This couldn't be happening! It was all a nightmare. She stared at Betty, who had closed her eyes. She was moaning softly to herself, strumming her swollen clit with her thumb and forefinger as her ass slid back and forth against the cum- and sweat-stained sheets that she and Brian had fucked on minutes before. Frieda could smell the odor of hot cunt juice wafting from between her swollen pussylips. Over and over again Betty thrust her cunt against the makeshift cock of her fingers.
Frieda began to feel a responding twitch in her clit, a desire to stick her tongue between Betty's trembling cuntlips, wrap her lips around her twitching clit and suck her silly.
"Goddamn it, somebody, do SOMETHING!" Betty cried out desperately, working herself dangerously close to orgasm.
"Let's go," Brian said, moving around Frieda and almost leaping on top of the squirming Betty. Almost immediately he started biting her nipples, reaching down with his right hand and sticking his forefinger deep into the soft, hot and wet cunt Betty had been finger-fucking herself. Frieda felt like a robot; as though some force had moved her forward, she was on the bed, crouching over Betty's face, dangling her thick, bushy pussy hair inches above the girl's nose. Betty lifted her head and started licking the trembling cuntlips.
Frieda opened her eyes and saw Brian stop sucking his future wife's tits and begin to give the moaning girl a hot tongue bath. She felt Betty's tonguing become more frantic, probing, pushing deeper and deeper into her cunt, running under and around her swelling clit until she responded by pumping her thighs up and down rapidly, smashing her cunt down hard on Betty's face.
Frieda saw that Brian had already slid down to Betty's cunt and was gnawing on her slick pussy. He clung to her when she jerked up from the electric contact of his lips. Betty lifted and tilted her pelvis, offering her cunt to his mouth and tongue. She spread her legs wide while she continued to tongue Frieda's pumping cunt.
Suddenly Brian pulled away from Betty's cunt, reached over and pulled Frieda down on the bed next to the girl. In seconds he was lying between her outstretched thighs, his fingers in her crack and his tongue moving up and down on her clitoris. His movements were slow, languorous, and Frieda sighed deeply. This was the way sex was meant to be enjoyed, she thought as she reached over to touch Betty. To her surprise, Frieda realized that Betty was no longer next to her but above her, as she had been above the girl before. If she had had any reservations about eating her future sister-in-law before, she had none now. Brian was working her into such a frenzy that nothing seemed wrong to her. He'd taken her clit in his front teeth and tugged on it delicately. Brian was drawing the exposed bud of her clit into the tiny space created by his pursed lips. He was sucking, sucking gently, then letting his teeth move forward to grasp the clit in another delicate tugging.
Frieda shivered, then raised her head to meet Betty's fluttering cuntlips. She stuck her tongue deep into Betty's cunt and touched the clit with a hesitant finger and let her other hand crawl toward Betty's asshole where she shoved it in. Frieda felt Betty stiffen, then heard her moan audibly and crash her thighs down hard against her mouth.
Brian was licking her inner lips now, moving his tongue along the glistening surfaces until he reached their lowermost junction, at which point he began to slide his tongue back and forth on the narrow ridge of flesh between her cunt and asshole so that Frieda couldn't help lifting her hips to help him as he moved back, back toward her freshly scrubbed asshole.
Frieda felt like a sex machine. Every square inch of her body was on fire. Her mouth, her asshole, her cunt, all were areas of high excitement as both Betty and Brian were doing their best to drive her to sexual heights she never dreamed of.
Brian stuck his tongue into the taut, puckery asshole, spreading a trail of saliva, attempting to dilate the sphincter. Finally he gave up and moved his mouth back to her cunt, stabbing his tongue into the slick gash of her opening. He was licking her clit the way she was tonguing Betty's, slobbering on her inner lips, poking his tongue into the hot interior of her pussy, moving his body to the left so that he was straddling her leg with his cock pressing against her, all stiff and dribbling and eager.
Betty groaned, then uttered a cry of delight after Frieda had attacked the clit more vigorously than before, making the girl whimper from the suction. She was going to give Betty the same treatment Brian was giving her. The idea excited Frieda almost into cumming. She tried to put together a mental picture of the three of them, sucking, tonguing, fingering, fucking one another, sweat dripping from one body on to another, the spit- and perspiration-slickened flesh of all three of them sliding and bouncing together on top of her groaning bed.
Brian shifted his face slightly, pushing his nose into her cunt this time, poking forward until his nose was buried deep between the lips of her pussy. He was inhaling, exhaling, drawing the moisture from her cunt and redepositing it as a hot, damp vapor that made her shudder with growing desire.
His hands were under her asscheeks, digging into the firm flesh and holding the cheeks apart so that the air of the room rushed up her asshole; his thumb was between her asscheeks now, seeking her asshole and moving inside, stretching the sphincter until it almost hurt, giving his sister a gloriously exquisite sensation.
"Hurry, oh God, hurry up!" Betty moaned. Frieda moved her mouth away from the dripping pussy for a second.
"For God's sake, Brian, FUCK ME!" Brian unclasped his thighs from around her leg and moved between her outstretched knees. His prick soon touched her crotch, and Frieda reached down as best she could to guide it into position. The cockhead was incredibly hot and hard, engorged with blood to the point where it throbbed almost to the point of bursting. Frieda happily guided the knob between her cuntlips as she returned to finish the job she had begun on Betty. She whimpered joyously as she felt the prick dilating the tight, quivering membranes of her cunt.
She felt wonderfully stretched, delightfully stuffed by his thrusting, twisting, trembling cock. The prick felt like a fist inside her. Frieda had never been this excited before, and she reached up and dug her nails into Betty's sweating, trembling thighs. She felt a spasm in the girl's crotch, and then another, and suddenly her cunt broke loose into a long, twitching series of contractions so powerful that she nearly threw herself off the bed. Frieda was inundated with a fresh torrent of cunt juice.
The fact that Betty was cumming drove her to the edge. Brian groaned and reached down to seize her clit between two fingers. When he stroked it she cried out, her cries muffled by the trembling lips of Betty's tongue-fucked cunt. When her brother began strumming it in a steady musical rhythm, she began to whimper uncontrollably. God, she was getting so close, so wonderfully close, that she felt she could crush Betty's quivering thighs with her bare hands.
"Now, NOW!" Brian cried, his body stiffening while he smashed his crotch violently, almost angrily at her cunt. She could feel him begin to fire his cum into the warm, slick, fluttering recesses of her welcoming pussy, and her brother's orgasm triggered her own violent climax.
When she awoke, Brian was sitting beside her, stroking her cunt almost absent-mindedly, and his fingers created some very enjoyable sensations between her thighs. Frieda smiled, blinked her eyes, and leaned over to kiss him.
"Hey, not in front of the in-laws," she heard Betty say. Frieda looked up to see the girl coming out of the bathroom, toweling herself off.
"Nothing like a hot shower after a steamy three-way." Frieda felt herself blushing. Even though she had enjoyed what had happened, she still felt uneasy that her brother knew about her and Betty, and that Betty knew about her and Brian. It was very confusing, and Frieda wasn't certain just how it would all come out.
"Say, you should do something about these lights," Betty said, pointing at the two overhead lamps. "I thought I saw them flashing while we were at it. I think they might've burned out."
"It's cloudy out, but I didn't have them on," Frieda said, moving around her brother to get off the bed. She tried the wall switch, and the lights flashed on.
"That's odd. I could've sworn that I saw a couple of flashing lights," Betty said.
"You did," Brian joked, "in your head, while you were fucking Frieda's nose."
"Very funny. Then I suppose that ladder's in my head." Brian and Frieda looked toward the window Betty was pointing to. Leaning against the sill, they saw a stepladder placed against the outside wall, the top of which rested just under the window.
"That wasn't there when I came in," Brian said.
Frieda looked at her brother, then at Betty. Who could have put it there, and for what reason? An idea came into her head that made her shake with fear, but she decided not to say anything to either of them unless her suspicions were proven.