Chapter 12
I looked at Denise's naked body as she lay back in her bed. We had been with Gig and Nick (I won't call it "home" because we had learned to think of Dad's place as home) for a week and Denise had hardly said fifty words to me. I wasn't any happier about being back than she was, but she was taking her loss of freedom harder than I.
"Hey, it's not that bad," I said, kicking my legs to the floor. Though it was the afternoon, neither of us had a stitch of clothes on. Those last couple days we spent with Dad and Joe had been glorious and we never put any clothes on. If nothing else, in our own room we could keep that one freedom we once shared.
"I'm so fucking bored I could die," Denise said softly. "Do you know that neither of us have gotten laid since we came back?"
"What do you mean? I've sucked your pussy so often my lips are numb!" That brought a smile to her and I knew I was on the right track. "Listen, we've got to figure some way of getting back to Dad and Joe."
"What good will that do?" Denise sat up in bed and I noticed a flash of pink between her legs. My mouth started to water, but we were thinking about more serious things than eating pussy. "If we go back we'll only get Dad in trouble, and they'll come and get us anyway."
"So then we've got to figure out some way so that Nick and Gig will want to get rid of us. So they send us there instead of us running away."
Denise smiled and gave me a wink. "Yeah, I think you're on the right track now. But you're the thinker of the family, not me. If you can figure out some way of pulling the whole thing off, I'll follow you one hundred percent."
"I know you will. If only I can think of the right way ..."
And then I thought of Pierre at the tennis club.
The Crestview Tennis Club is a place where the rich old ladies on the island go to find young studs. It's also a place where the younger women go to gossip and exercise to keep their figures in the same shape as their bank accounts-trim in all the right places and big in all the right places.
Denise and I went through the front gates, stopping just long enough to ask the guard where we would find Pierre, the tennis pro. Since Gig is a member of Crestview, the guard was more than happy to help us.
"He probably fucks a dozen women a week," Denise said, her voice sounding a little nervous. "What makes you think he'll go for us?"
"A couple of things," I replied. "For one, he's probably only fucking those old biddies and you and I are half their age. For another thing, we're both good-looking and we know it. And lastly, there isn't a man on this earth who can resist temptation if both of us are working on him."
"You're so fucking confident it's unbelievable."
We walked to the tennis courts and Pierre, the French import whose professional career was cut short with a knee injury, was playing with a woman in her early forties. As he returned her shots with ease, he kept giving her advice on how to do this or that. His voice had a strong accent and I suspected it was a little thicker than it had to be. I hoped his cock was a little thicker than it had to be, too.
Pierre took notice of us standing outside the gate and he gave us a smile when an errant shot hit the fence near us. Denise and I waited patiently, knowing that if we rushed this part of the plan, the whole thing would go right down the drain. When Pierre finished his lesson with the old lady, we moved in for the kill.
"Pierre," I said, handing him a towel so he could dry his forehead. "Oui."
The old lady was still within earshot, but I had planned for that. "We, Pierre, are . . . how you would say . . . coq sucetteet."
His eyes lit up and he excused himself quickly in flowing French, dashing off to tell his student, who was probably hoping to get laid by him after their match, that he would be tied up for a while.
"What did you say?" Denise asked, tugging at my elbow.
"Well, I'm not really sure, but I think I just said that you and I are cocksuckers."
Pierre returned in a flash, stepping between Denise and I, putting his arms around our slender waists. He led us into a room and locked the door. In one corner was a Jacuzzi and in another a long, flat table used for rubbing down tired tennis players.
As soon as the door was locked, I unbuttoned my dress and let it fall to the floor, leaving me standing there with nothing on but black silk stockings, shoes and garter: Pierre made a move for me but I motioned him away. He apparently didn't like the idea, but there wasn't a hell of a lot he could do about it.
Denise stripped out of her pants and blouse, dropping her clothes on the floor next to mine.
"Before you touch," I told Pierre, "we've got to get a few rules straight. You'll get sucked and fucked like you've never been before, but you've got to do us a favor."
Pierre, his cock straining under his white tennis shorts, quickly agreed to play the game my way. Yes, he said over and over again, anything we wanted he would do. Once we got that out of the way, Denise stepped into the Jacuzzi and Pierre quickly followed her in. I, still wearing my nylons, sat on the edge and watched them cavort in the hot, swirling water.
Pierre grabbed Denise and pulled her close. Her up-turned tits mashed against his chest as they kissed with open mouth. I didn't resist the chance to play with my wet, blonde-haired cunt.
When their kiss ended, Pierre stepped near me and grabbed both my tits. He didn't even bother kissing me on the lips before he fastened his hungry mouth on my left nipple. I rolled my head back, allowing the hot, sensual bolts to race through my body.
Pierre sure knew what the fuck he was doing with his mouth. His lips tugged at my nipple, taking in my coffee-colored areola, and he bit my tit lightly, his teeth really making the oils in my cunt start flowing.
I guided his searching mouth to my other nipple as Denise stepped out of the Jacuzzi and got on one of the rubdown tables. She was on her back when Pierre noticed her and he pushed me in her direction. Knowing that what he wanted was exactly what I wanted, I went to Denise.
I got on the table and straddled her face with my knees. Lowering myself slowly, Denise's arms snaked around my thighs and she pulled my cunt down to her open mouth. Her tongue pushed several inches into my cunt and I wanted nothing more than to eat her thick bush. Wrapping my arms around her legs so that my fingers were near her cunt, I spread my sister's pussylips, then ran my tongue from top to bottom on her pussy. She squirmed delightfully under my tongue-lashing and I sucked on her budding clit as she whipped her tongue into my seething cunt. Pierre apparently got a kick out of watching two chicks make it because he just stood there near the table, stroking his hard prick.
Pierre allowed Denise and I to eat pussy until we both came fiercely, twisting on the table, mashing our cunts into each other's faces. My tongue buried deep into velvety soft skin as Denise's hot pussy juice spewed from her cunt.
Poor Pierre, he still hadn't gotten his rocks off, and Denise and I were all fucked out. I twisted around so that my face was next to Denise's and our legs were kicked out in opposite directions. Pierre, while taking a long time to get his balls off, wasn't stupid. Our faces were right near his cock and he knew what to do with that. He plugged the cock into my mouth, stroking it back and forth over my lips, pushing into me until the glistening knob pushed into my throat. Then he took his cock from me, aimed his thrust just a few inches higher, and plugged it into Denise's mouth.
"Mmmmmmm!" Denise moaned, wrapping her lips around the slick cockshaft as the head bulged her cheeks out. "Mmmmm!"
When Pierre stuck his prick back in my mouth, I could sense that he wasn't going to take much more of our hot sucking. When Denise grabbed his cock and whacked on it while my tongue did a dance on the sensitive cockhead, Pierre was driven right out of his mind.
"Ahhhhh!" he screamed as Denise pulled his cock from my mouth. A blast of come arched through the air, striking Denise on the chin. She stuck her tongue out, wiggling it over the spewing I cockhead as a torrent of hot cream splattered over her face and dripped onto mine. All of us thrashed and moaned through Pierre's orgasm. He jerked his cock between our mouths as we kissed and streams of come trickled down the sides of my face.
Finally Pierre stepped away, his sated cock red and tender. I looked at Denise and couldn't help but smile. Her face was smeared with come, thick blobs of the stuff sticking here and there.
Pierre got back in the Jacuzzi as Denise and I dressed. I made him promise one last time to do exactly as I asked and he assured me he would.
The next day was Saturday. When Gig left for her tennis appointment with Pierre, Denise and I went straight to our room, leaving Nick to read in the den.
"Are you ready?"
Denise nodded her head.
"Okay, now just give me a few minutes, then come on down. But give me some time to get him worked up so he won't back down."
I adjusted my bikini, making sure that it covered my nipples and that my curly blonde bush wasn't showing anywhere, then went downstairs to the den. Nick looked up but said nothing as I sat down on a coffee table, crossing my legs at the knee and leaning back, giving him a full view of the Rosanne he had fucked before.
"Are you still mad at me?" I asked. Nick didn't say a word and I reached behind my back and unfastened the top of my bikini. "Hey, aren't you even going to look at me?" I shucked off the bikini and threw it at him, wiggling my shoulders a little so my pendulous tits swayed seductively from side to side. The bikini hit Nick on the chest and he looked up . . . then his jaw fell open and his eyes got wide.
"R-Rosanne, what the hell are you doing?"
"I asked you if you're still mad at me," I said, standing up. "Because I'd feel so terrible if you didn't want me to . . . suck your cock ever again."
Nick nearly flew out of the chair. He wrapped my body in his arms, crushing my tits against him as his hot lips found mine. His fingers crept into the bottom half of my bikini and he cupped my ass, squeezing the asscheeks as he forced me to grind my cunt against his crotch.
I kissed his neck and worked my way slowly down his body, unbuttoning his shirt and kissing his chest, then stomach. When I unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down, I found that incredible cock of his hard and ready for my hot lips.
I grabbed his prick by the shaft and rubbed it against my face, looking up at Nick the whole time.
"You've got such a delicious cock." I whispered, letting my tongue trail over the head briefly, "such a big, delicious cock."
I cupped his balls in my palm, then buried his cockhead and several inches of prick in my mouth. Nick let out a low groan, watching my lips travel over his hot prick. Back and forth I bobbed, letting my tits rub against his knees as his thick cock pushed deeply into my throat. I prepared myself, then slowly pushed forward on what I knew would be a great turn-on for him. His cockhead, big and hard, hit the back of my throat, then went into it as my lips pushed on. I gnawed on his prick, taking all of it into my mouth until my nose was pressed into the curly hair at the base of his shaft and my chin was being warmed by his ball sac.
"You little slut! You cocksucking little slut!" Nick hissed, pushing the hair away from my face so he could see his cock swelling in my throat.
After a minute or so more of heated cocksucking, Nick pulled me to my feet and jerked down my bikini. I rested against the arm of a chair and spread my thighs wide as he got down on his knees. When his tongue hit my moist pussy, a shiver shook my body and I closed my eyes, trying to remember that I had to keep a cool head through this whole thing or I'd blow not only Nick's cock, but my plan as well.
Nick was eating my cunt, slurping up all my sweet oils with his tongue, when Denise came downstairs. When he noticed her he stood up and covered his throbbing hard-on.
"Hey, you've never done that to me," Denise said, pulling her T-shirt over her head. "It looks like Rosanne has been selfish with that monstrous cock of yours!"
Nick stammered, trying to find an excuse. His eyes were glued to Denise's body as she stripped out of her pants. Once naked, she took him by the hand and led him to the couch. He sat down and she sprawled out sideways on it, taking his cock in her hands.
"Let me see what I can do with this baby," she purred, licking up and down on the cockshaft. Her tongue worked in circles around the tip before she finally took it into her mouth.
I sat on the chair, fighting off the urge to finger my clit as Denise's lips glided over Nick's trembling meat. Her long, dark hair spilt over his stomach as Nick squeezed her tits and rubbed his fingers over her twat.
"I never dreamed you'd be like this," Nice said.
"See what you've been missing," Denise said, releasing Nick's cock from her mouth for just a second. She sucked hard on the head, her cheeks sunken in as the suction stretched Nick's cock out even more.
"Why don't you fuck her, Nick?" I said, moving a little closer to get a better view. "Fuck her doggie style."
Denise sat up and twisted around on the couch, thrusting her ass in Nick's face. Her face was buried in a throw pillow as Nick positioned himself behind her. Grabbing her by the hips, he lunged and missed the mark. Then, aiming his cock more carefully, he found Denise's opening and nailed her, drilling his cock deep in her cunt. "Ohhhhhh! Fill me up with your cock," Denise gasped. She took all of him, her cunt stretching to hold his meat snugly. Nick rocked to and fro, ramming into his teenage niece until his balls slapped her thighs, then pulling back so just the fist-sized cockhead was still in her cunt.
"Hey, fuck her in a different position so I can join the fun," I said. Denise rolled onto her side and so did Nick. They were careful enough so that his prick never slipped out of her pussy.
"Yeah, I can lick a clit and a cock at the same time," I purred, kneeling on the floor. As Nick sucked on Denise's nipple, pushing his cock slowly into her from behind, I spread her pussylips a little more to reveal her hard, red clit. Nick's cock pushed into her and I licked the glistening shaft, pleased with the mixture of pussy juice and cockmeat on my tongue. Then I set about eating Denise's pussy. The combination of fucking and getting eaten out was really driving her wild. She tossed her head from side to side and kept a continual stream of curses and compliments aimed at Nick and I.
Nick grabbed Denise by the knee and raised her leg. I saw the opening to suck on his balls and didn't pass it up. Getting on the couch, I sucked one fat ball into my mouth, having to move back and forth with Nick's ass while he fucked.
Denise's pert tits rolled on her chest as she got the fucking of her life. I could just barely see her face between her tits, but I knew she had that look of passionate joy. The same look she always has when she's really getting off on what someone's doing to her body.
When Nick felt his climax build, when the jism ached to be released, he started fucking Denise faster and I couldn't keep up. I let his ball slip from my mouth and moved so that I could lick Denise's furry cunt.
"Sssshhhhiiiitttttt!" Nick gasped as his balls jumped, then erupted in a frothy mess of sticky come. He pumped his hot juices into Denise's cunt while I licked her crease.
"Nicky!" Gig screamed, standing in the doorway of the den. "Nicky! What is going on!"
Nick tried to get up off the couch but Denise and I had him pinned. He finally pushed us both to the floor and ran after Gig who was headed for her car. When Denise and I were alone again, we started packing our clothes.
"See," I said, "I told you that if Gig caught us fucking with Nick she'd send us back to Dad and Joe."