Chapter 4
The next morning was an incredible experience for me. Quite literally, overnight my entire attitude about myself and sex had changed. No longer was I the shy virgin, too afraid to grab a handful of cock to get what I really needed. I felt young, pretty . ... and horny. Very, very horny.
J checked Denise and she was still sleeping. Dressed in baby doll pajamas, I padded downstairs for some breakfast. While the blue, thin material of my pajamas obscured the darkness of my areolas, the nipples were pointed and hard, jiggling with each step I took.
"Good morning," I said to Nick. He was looking in the refrigerator and hadn't noticed how little I was wearing until I was right next to him. "Anything good to munch on in there?"
"I . . . oh . . . yeah, there must be something," Nick stammered, catching an eyeful of my tits and cleavage. "Say, ah . . . don't you think you should put a little more on than just that?"
"What for?" I asked, facing him so that my tits were nearly touching his stomach. When he stepped around me, I intentionally rubbed my tit against his arm. Instantly a shiver of pleasure passed through my body. My nipple tingled from the contact, even though it was brief.
"Well, Gig might not like you walking around dressed like that," Nick said, sitting at the kitchen table.
I bent over at the waist, pretending to check out what was on the bottom of the refrigerator. Actually I just wanted Nick to get a good view of my ass. The bottom half of my pajamas are little more than panties with some frilly lace added to the seams. Bent over like that, the panties were stretched tight over my asscheeks, showing Nick just about everything I had to offer.
"What have you got on the agenda today?"
"Nothing planned, really," I replied. "But I'm really getting bored on this damn island. There's nothing to do and no one to meet who I don't already know."
I looked at Nick's crotch and noticed that his prick was definitely paying attention to my charms. Even under his pajamas and robe I could see the distinctive swelling caused by hard, lusty cock. I recalled the time I watched Nick and Gig fuck and how delicious his cock looked. I had half a mind to just drop down on my knees right there in front of him and give him the best blow job of his life, but Nick looked so damn nervous with me dressed the way I was that I figured he'd probably have a heart attack.
"Hey," I said, "maybe Denise and I could go and see our old man."
"No! Definitely not!" Nick said sternly. "He's no good and you know it. When he and your mother got divorced, they just abandoned you and Denise. You're not going to see him and that's all there is to it."
"But my brother's not a bad guy!"
"Your brother is an idiot and a trouble maker. He's been in trouble with the law more times than I can remember. No, you're simply not going to see either of them and that's final."
With that Nick got up and went to his bedroom. A second later I heard the shower running. I figured it was a cold shower, trying to tame that raging hard-on.
I went upstairs and woke Denise up and told her of my idea to see Dad and Joe. She agreed to it immediately, but figured we needed some money before we could go to the mainland, then south a hundred miles to where Dad lived.
"Well, we can worry about that later, anyway," she said. "Watching those two studs shove their cocks in you really got me horny. Today it's my turn to get fucked."
"If we're lucky," I said, grinning, "we both can get laid."
Denise and I dressed pretty much the same. Skintight cut-off jeans, tennis shoes and T-shirts that allowed our nipples to stand out and show themselves. We waited until Gig and Nick left, then we took our bicycles and headed for the beach.
As we rode our bikes, Denise and I talked and enjoyed the whistles we got from the men who drove by.
"Shit!" I said. "We should have worn our bikinis. How are we going to compete with all the other women if we're overdressed?"
"Damn," Denise replied. "When you do an about face, you really do it fast!" "Got any money on you?" I asked. "No, not a cent."
"Don't worry about it. I'll figure something out."
I pedaled my bike faster, heading for the clothing store near the wharf. Denise complained at the speed I was going but stayed right up there with me. Mr. Brown, an old coot in his late fifties, had run the clothing store for years. I figured, with a little work on my part, that I could get two bikinis free.
"Hello," I said to the check-out girl, "I'd like to see Mr. Brown if I could."
"He's in his office in the back," the girl replied. I made a subtle motion with my hand, indicating that I wanted Denise to keep the girl busy for a while. She picked it up right away and started a conversation with her as I walked away.
Mr. Brown, old but slender, was sitting at his desk looking over some ledgers. He noticed me waiting at the door and smiled.
"Come in, Rosanne! It's good to see you!"
I had known him all of my life and never once had I thought of fucking the old man. Now, however, the idea held a lot of appeal to me.
"Do you mind if I close the door, Mr. Brown? There's something I'd like to talk to you about." He said fine and I closed the door, turned to him and smiled. Crossing my arms in front of my body, I grabbed the T-shirt by the bottom, then slowly pulled it up. Poor Mr. Brown just sat there, eyes wide, mouth open, unable to say or do a single thing. I stopped pulling the shirt up when it was right at my nipples. He could see the bottom slopes of my tits, but nothing more.
"Are you in a bargaining mood?" I asked, smiling lustfully at him. "Because if you are, this T-shirt comes off right now. If not, I'll turn on my heel and leave right now."
"Yes!" Mr. Brown said immediately, finally shocked out of his stupor.
"Good. I was hoping you would say that." With that I pulled the shirt over my head and stood in front of him with my hands on my hips, showing off my big, well-shaped tits. I dropped the shirt to the floor and cupped my tits in my hands, sort of pushing them up and together so the nipples were pointing at Mr. Brown.
"What are you doing, Rosanne?"
"I'm seducing you, what do you think? And all I want in return for my . . . charms, as it were, is two bikinis. One for myself and one for Denise."
"You mean you want to ... " "Get it on with you? Sure, that's what I want to do. Now what do you want? Me to suck your cock? Maybe you'd like to fuck me? Up the ass?"
Mr. Brown let out a groan and jerked his cock out of the fly of his pants. I ran around the desk, dropped to my knees, and grabbed his prick and stroked it while looking up at him.
"Suck! Suck it!"
"A blow job it is, then," I murmured, rubbing the cockhead against my lips. Mr. Brown stared at me, still amazed that a girl he had known all his life was actually fondling his prick and rubbing it over her lips.
I licked around the head, flicking my tongue into his pisshole before working around the ridge. Mr. Brown unfastened his pants and pushed them down to his ankles and my lips never stopped caressing his cockhead the whole time. Finally comfortable, I cupped his balls in my hand and gave them a playful squeeze, then pushed my head down, taking his cock deep into my mouth. Mr. Brown's cock wasn't nearly as big as either of the guys who raped me, but that didn't much seem to matter. His prick twitched mightily between my lips and I knew that he was enjoying the pleasure I provided.
"Ohhhhh! Such a pretty face on my cock," Mr. Brown whispered. He caressed my hair, touching the golden strands lightly with his fingertips. I made a mentaf note then and there to suck him off again-once for each bikini. The old boy probably didn't get his nuts off very often, so why not do a service for the guy?
With his cock being the size it was, I had no trouble fitting all of his prick in my mouth. Up and down I bobbed slowly, getting my timing straight, teasing the cockshaft with my teeth, just the way Denise had told me.
"Mmmmmmm!" I moaned, rotating my head on the cockshaft as the cockhead pressed against the back of my mouth. I tickled his balls with my fingertips and worked my tongue along the sensitive underside of his prick. I hardly had time to get my rhythm when I heard him start to wheeze and babble about coming soon. I pounced on his cock like a cougar on a deer. My lips tightened around the throbbing prick and I squeezed his balls. Then, only a couple of seconds after really applying a strong suction to his cock, a couple of spurts of come trickled out the tip. I swirled his come in my mouth for a bit, letting my tongue enjoy what little jism he had. Finally, realizing I wasn't going to get any more jism from the old boy, I pulled my mouth off his shrinking prick and swallowed his come.
"Ahhhhhhh!" I said, licking my lips in an obvious display of pleasure. I wanted Mr. Brown to know that I really had enjoyed his prick. "That was the first time I've ever swallowed a man's jism," I said, adding a few final kisses to the cockhead. "And damn, do I love it."
"Yes, yes . . . of course you do, my dear," Mr. Brown said, leaning back in his chair and gasping for air. "Just pick out the bikinis you want and tell the girl I said you could take them."
Denise and I had no trouble picking out swim suits. We took the two that showed the most and covered up the least. Denise was still dumbfounded about me sucking Mr. Brown's cock, saying that not even she, who had been sucking cocks a lot longer than I have, would have the guts to do something like that.
We went to the dressing room and changed into the bikinis, then stowed our clothes in a paper bag and told Mr. Brown to keep an eye on it until we returned. Ten minutes later we were at the beach, getting looked at by every man there.
"I've got to suck cock," Denise whispered, leaning so close to me that our tits touched. "I've got to suck cock right now and don't tell me any different. You've already sucked someone off and now it's my turn."
"Fine," I agreed, "but where are you going to give a blow job? Right here on the beach? Aside from getting arrested, Gig would kill you. Me, too."
Denise scanned the beach, probably looking for prospective cocks to chomp on. Then, looking at the parking lot, she got that familiar smile on her face that told me something was up.
"Over there," she said, nodding toward a station wagon with a guy behind the wheel. "He's sitting there watching his kids. If I stayed low, no one would see us. You could act as a look-out."
"Lead the way!"
Denise and I walked right up to the guy. He was about thirty-five or forty, had balding hair and a slight paunch. Still, he had a cock between his legs and that's all Denise was really worried about.
"Hi," Denise said. "How would you like me to suck your cock?"
"Real subtle," I murmured as Denise got in the car, sliding in next to the guy.
"Don't look at me," Denise said, tugging at the stranger's zipper. "Just pretend that I'm not even here."
The stranger looked up at me, his eyes holding a strange mixture of fear, lust and shock. His lips moved but no words came out, then finally he got his vocal chords to work.
"This has never happened to me before," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "In all my life this has never happened to me before. What would my wife and children think?"
"You're crazy," I told him, leaning against the car. "If your wife had any sense at all she would be in the car with you, in just the same position as my sister is now, sucking your cock. Instead she's fucking around, hoping to meet some guy who will treat her right and shove his cock in her mouth."
"She doesn't give blow jobs."
"That's only because you've never taken charge of the situation. If you had, she'd be sucking your cock until you were nothing more than a shriveling whelp of a man, so fucked out you couldn't see straight. I know, I've been there."
Denise finally got his zipper down and had his cock out. The guy had a nice cock, maybe six or seven inches long, but really thick. She wrapped her fingers around the cockshaft and stroked it lightly. Immediately the cock started to stretch, becoming larger in her hand. I knew that I was supposed to watch as a look-out, guard against intruders coming near, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from what my sister was doing.
"Sweet, wonderful cock," she hissed, flicking her tongue out over the head. "I need to drink your come."
"Oh, shit ..." the guy moaned, unable to really grasp what was happening to him. Denise stroked his prick a while longer, not stopping until it had reached maximum length and thickness, then she finally opened her mouth wide and took the cockhead between her lips.
I could hear her slurping on the heated meat, giving the stranger's cock all her tongue's expertise. She bobbed up and down slowly, taking the cock deep into her mouth before pulling up to slowly withdraw the prick from her hungry lips. Denise licked around the head, working her tongue tirelessly back and forth over the tight cockhead before once again sliding her slippery lips slowly, lovingly over the tip.
"Good . . . damn, that's good," the guy moaned, watching Denise's head in his lap. He looked up at me, staring at my bulging tits with a strange smile on his face. Reaching out the open car window he put his arm around my waist and pulled me closer so that my crotch was pressed against the side of the car and my tits were near his face.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I asked, looking around quickly to see if anyone was watching. "Someone will see us!"
"So let the bastards look," the stranger replied. His hand crept slowly from my waist to cup one asscheek. His fingers slid back and forth, from one cheek to the next, then dipped into the valley to rub my asshole.
"Ohhhhhhh," I moaned, rubbing my cunt against the sun-warmed car door. "Tickle my ass, baby! Tickle my ass!"
He tugged my bikini top up and I felt one tit pop free. And then his hot, wet tongue was working circles around my nipple. I could feel my tingling cunt getting moist and I gyrated my hips more, pushing my warm pussy against the door. His mouth opened wide and he took as much of my big tit into his mouth as he could. His rough tongue scraped against my hard, little nipple and then he contented himself with just sucking on my tit like a child feeding from his mother.
Inside the car I could hear Denise's heated cocksucking. The slurping sounds came loud and fast. She was really getting it on with his cock, that was for sure. When the guy's teeth grazed lightly over my nipple, I thought my knees would buckle, the pleasure was so great. His fingers worked under my bikini to caress the bare skin of my ass and I could do nothing more than cross my arms on top of the car and put my head on them. If anyone saw us Denise and I wouldn't be able to show our faces on the island, but right then and there I didn't give much of a damn. The spears of lust were stabbing deep into my horny body and that was all I could think about. Nothing but pleasing myself-letting my body have what it wanted and needed-seemed to matter at all.
The stranger made some choking sounds and his lips drew hard on my nipple. When I heard Denise's cocksucking go faster and faster, then slow down as she moaned deep in her throat, I knew he had given her the mouthful of come that she craved. Soon his jism would be warming her insides, coating the inside of her mouth so that she could taste his jism for hours afterwards.
"Mmmmmmm! That was delicious," Denise said. A moment later she got out of the car and walked over to me. The guy was still sucking on my tit like a child and my body was needing cock more than it ever had before.
"Come on, big Sister, it's time for us to be moving on. And you," she said to the guy as I pulled my nipple from his lips, "have a really nice cock. Thanks for giving me some come. I really enjoyed it."
I tucked my tit back in my bikini top and adjusted the bottom half so that it once again covered my ass properly. The poor guy, his limp cock sticking out the fly of his pants, glistening with Denise's saliva, couldn't say a word. He was so drained of energy by Denise's expert blow job he could do nothing more than look at us with dull, sated surprise.
Denise and I walked among the sightseers and fishermen, pleased with the way men turned their heads to watch us walk by. My tits, slightly larger than my younger sister's, seemed to draw the most attention. Denise noticed this and gave me a quick wink. She wasn't in the least jealous.
We walked and walked and never really found the type of men we were looking for, so we went back to our bikes and went home. Once there, an idea struck me that was so adorably horny and perfect that my cunt started to get wet just by thinking about it.
"Let's make a raid on Gig's things, and then we're going to have all the men we can handle."
"What are you talking about?" Denise asked, excited but confused.
"Don't worry, we're not going to steal anything from her, we're just going to get a couple of pairs of garter belts and nylons." I reached out and pressed my palm against her bushy cunt, feeling the heat through her bikini. "That little monster down there is going to get filled to the max in no time at all."
Denise giggled her adorable little-girl giggle and followed me to Gig's bedroom.