Chapter 7
His fingers shook. They fumbled with the catches and zipper of her dress. He was just a clumsy, bungling kid!
Chris didn't mind. She ran the zipper down her own back. He peeled the garment from her shoulders when she'd lifted her silky black hair out of the way. Her dress slid down her body and puddled at her feet. Her tits were bare and swollen.
"Ohhhhh, they're beautiful, Miss Poston!" Holly cried softly, reaching out to cup one of the pink-tipped mounds in her dainty hand. "Oh, I owe you something, something you did for me yesterday and I didn't do for you."
She stood in front of Chris and sucked the end of a tit into her sweet mouth. She rolled the hard, spiked nipple with her tongue. Chris moaned and tipped her head back.
She felt Jim's hand cup her other breast gently and excitingly, and her emotions began to spin.
She felt herself going around and down, and then she was on her back on the bed, and both of them were over her, sucking at her breasts, feeling her slim, taut, curving body with their hands.
She squirmed and moaned heatedly, sinking into a wonderful, moist kind of bliss.
"Jim . . . Jim . . . " she moaned.
Holly raised up. The girl pulled her clothes off her dainty body. She slipped out of her panties and stood by the edge of the bed with her nearly hairless pussy thrust forward.
"Ohhhhh, Holly . . . " Chris moaned. "That sweet pussy!"
She reached out and touched it, curling her fingertips up under the soft, warm crotch. She felt the youthful puffiness and the swelling desire of Holly's cunt lips. She felt the first trace of moisture leaking from inside the girl's virginal pussy.
Holly reached around and helped Jim with his pants. She held his prick. It strained and throbbed and made the removal of his pants difficult. When she touched it, he gasped.
"Easy, Holly, it's loaded again."
"Ohhhh, your prick, Jim, your prick!" Chris moaned, running her eyes over it, up and down its straining length. "God, I just knew it would be like that-like the rest of you!"
"Miss Poston, you're so damn beautiful I could just stand here and look at you and come!"
"Could you, Jim? Could you really?" she asked, feeling hot all over. "Am I that beautiful and exciting to you, darling Jim?"
"Yes!"
She reached out and took his prick in her hand. She felt the length and breadth of it, playing all over it with her fingers. She cupped his balls and leaned forward to kiss the bottoms of them with her soft lips.
He gasped repeatedly, and his cock shook. "Miss Poston, you'd better not do that!"
"Why, Jim? Tell me why I shouldn't feel your wonderful prick!"
"It might . . . I might . . . "
"You might come? Then come! Come as much as you want, darling, there will always be more."
Holly looked at the two of them. Her pussy was leaking openly now. She put her hand to it and rubbed it. Then she reached down and began rolling the yellow panties from Chris's hips.
Chris moaned and lifted her taut rump from the bed and let the dainty fingers do their work. Jim watched her pussy come into view, and his cock throbbed wildly again as he stared.
"Ohhhh, God!" he choked tightly.
Chris spread her thighs. She opened her pussy to his sight. "Look at my pussy, Jim. Is this the way you thought it would look ? Every day in class, you watch me so lovingly. You dream about me. Is this what you saw in your dreams?"
She moved her thighs. She lifted one knee and then the other. She rolled her buttocks on the bed. She made her whole pelvis writhe.
Her cunt opened and closed as she did it. The succulent, bloated lips opened and closed and sucked wetly apart again. The deep pink tissues gleamed through the nest of raven pubes, winking at him like a fiery beacon.
"Ohhhh, God, it's more beautiful than I ever dreamed, Miss Poston!"
"Does it make you want to come?"
"Yes!"
"Does it make you want to fuck me, Jim?"
"Ohhhh, you know it does!" he cried.
"Then do it, darling," she whispered softly. "Come into my hot, wet pussy and do it!"
"Jesus!" he croaked, his prick bucking nearly out of control.
Holly stared at them. Her face was flushed with heat and lust. She couldn't wait for them to begin. She positioned herself by Chris's hips. She wanted to watch every movement from as close as she could get. She wanted to see her brother's wonderful prick slide into Miss Poston's wonderful pussy and fuck it.
She put her hand over her own cunt and masturbated quickly a moment and had to emit a tiny moan of pleasure.
Chris looked around and saw what she was doing, the way her sharp little tits were spiked and swollen.
"Ohhh, poor Holly, she's being left out." She opened her thighs wide and aimed them toward Holly. "Come on, darling, suck my pussy a minute. Do it the way I taught you yesterday. Get it so hot and wet and ready for your brother's wonderful prick that I'll come five times in a row!"
Holly cried out happily and dipped forward. She put her face into the silken, wet maw of Chris's cunt and kissed it avidly, opening her whole mouth wide and thrusting her tongue deep into the silky, pulsing vagina.
"Ahhhhhh!" Chris cried, bucking her hips upward sharply. "Not so wild, darling, you'll make me come!"
"There's always more, Miss Poston," Holly grinned happily, looking up at her with chin and cheeks and lips smeared with slippery pussy juice.
"Yes, yes!" Chris said, her eyes bright. "There's always much, much more!"
Jim stared and licked his lips, and his cock nearly lost its load. He'd thought it was exciting to watch his little sister suck his prick last night, but that was nothing compared to watching her eat out Miss Poston's slippery pussy.
His cock throbbed wildly, and he put his hand on it to jack it. At the first touch, he knew he was going to be in trouble. He took his hand away, but he still knew it.
He was going to fuck up again, just as he had with Betty yesterday. He was going to cream all over the place and get Miss Poston pissed off before he could even get his prick into that wonderful, hot cunt.
He watched his sister's little butt wriggle as she knelt between Miss Poston's thighs and sucked and kissed at her pussy.
He couldn't help himself. He had to do something. He got onto the bed behind his sister and bent forward. He watched over her shoulder a moment and saw the little demon suck and lick at the flowing cunt. He watched the way Miss Poston writhed and squirmed and began to beg for Holly to stop before she came.
He spread the tight little cheeks of his sister's butt apart with his hands and put his face into the deep crack and licked avidly at her puckered asshole again, just the way he had last night.
It was sweet and pulsing. His tongue entered the tight ring a little way, and he heard Holly squeak with delight. She shook her butt back at him.
"Ohhhh, Jimmy! God, do it again! Yes, yes! Ohhhhh, lick lower! Lick and suck my cunt the way you did last night!"
Chris felt blood rush to her head. She glanced up and saw what Jim was doing to the girl. "Ohhhhh, is this what you did to each other last night?" she cried.
"Everything, Miss Poston! Everything but fuck! All the way, I mean. He put the tip of his cock in my pussy and fucked me that way. He came in me, Miss Poston, and he made my cunt all juicy and slick with his cum! Ohhhh, I can't wait until you show us how to fuck all the way-all the way!"
"Oh, God!" Chris cried sharply. She bucked up suddenly.
She was going to come. The girl was driving her wild. She could feel what was happening to the small body under the influence of Jim's tongue by the way Holly's tongue worked over her sodden pussy lips and her thrusting clit.
"I'm going to come, Holly!" she cried suddenly. "Oh, stop! Jim, hurry and fuck me before I come like this!"
"I'm going to come too, Miss Poston!" Holly cried.
She shook her ass back. Jim's tongue was rolling around inside the mouth of her asshole. It was slurping along the gap of her wet pussy, battering her puffy, succulent cunt lips. Then he drew them into his wet, warm mouth and made her shudder all over.
"Ahhhhh, Jim!" she cried. "Nnnnnnn!"
Holly's little body shuddered and spasmed. She rammed her ass back and open. Jim's whole sucking mouth covered her anus and her cunt and clit, all at the same time. It was heaven! It was unbelievable bliss!
And she could feel Miss Poston's wonderful, spasming pussy open and close under her mouth in spasmodic little waves of orgasm. Then her pussy flooded her mouth with juice again, just like before. She drew and drew on Miss Poston's cunt as she came, and she heard the teacher grit her teeth and cry out with a hard come.
"Ahhhhhhgh! Wonderful! Holly! Ohhhhhhh, I wanted Jim's cock in me when I came!"
"There's more, Miss Poston!" Jim cried, lifting his face from his sister's trembling ass. "There's always more!"
Holly moaned and rolled out of the way. In truth, Jim half pushed her. She glanced up, her eyes dreamy and blue, and saw that he had his cock in his hand. It throbbed wildly. The red head pulsed and swelled. He took her place between Chris's writhing thighs and aimed his prick.
"Miss Poston!" he gasped. "Now, Miss Poston? Can I fuck you now? Oh, I want. . . " He gasped apprehensively and stared down at the totally spread cunt before him. He watched it writhe and suck in and out. He heard the juicy sounds it made.
He saw Chris's flat belly, all taut and contracting with the orgasm pounding through her woman's body. He saw the full tits, so taut and firm and spiked and red at the ends.
"Oh, yes, Jim!" she cried, reaching up for him, taking him in her arms. "You can fuck me now! That's the first one, only the first one! Make me come again! Push your wonderful prick into me-now!"
She spread her thighs and lifted her knees and wrapped her legs around his hips, raising up, her cunt falling wide and ready.
He looked down into the depths of her vaginal tunnel. There wasn't a cherry fringing the way. She was no virgin. She was a woman, ready for fucking.
"Ah! Ah, shit!" he gasped suddenly.
He nearly cried. His cock bucked in his hand.
He aimed it toward Miss Poston's yearning, wide-open cunt, and sperm hosed in a powerful blast from the tip, filling the upturned mouth of her vagina.
"Ahhhhhgh, Jesus!" he yowled, pumping his hand fitfully along the shaft.
Jet after jet spurted and splashed out the end. It hosed all over her pussy, making the mouth so full it overflowed and ran down between her asscheeks.
He sprayed her bloated cunt lips and soaked her dark pubes. He shot on her belly and the insides of her thighs. His prick didn't seem to want to quit. He absolutely bathed her crotch in his hot flooding sperm.
"Miss Poston!" he wailed in total misery.
"Jim! Oh, you wonderful, innocent darling!" she cried happily, reaching up to hug him to her and nuzzle his face against her swollen, throbbing tits.
He was astonished. "You're not pissed off at me?"
"Of course I'm not!" she cried, kissing him fully on his mouth, thrusting her tongue between his lips. She rumpled his hair and watched him with glowing eyes as his boyish features wrinkled in a beautiful smile of happiness.
"I don't understand, Miss Poston. Betty yelled at me like everything because I couldn't hold it. And you say you're not mad?"
"Forget about Betty, Jim," Chris said, beaming warmly at him. "Just forget all about her. I knew you went up there with her. I heard her yelling at you. I could have cried for you. She doesn't know how to treat a wonderful boy any more than one of her male counterparts-Tom Bender, for instance-would know how to treat. . . well, to treat Holly. Would you want a stud like Bender to be the first to fuck Holly?"
"No!" Jim said emotionally. "The bastard would half kill her!"
"Just to get his rocks off," Chris agreed. "Well, that's what Betty Johnson was trying to do with you. All she wanted was to get her rocks off, or whatever it's called for a girl. Jim, don't you see that you've just paid me a wonderful compliment?"
"I have?"
"You said you could come just looking at me. And you did. Oh, darling, you did! All over me!" she laughed. "And I loved every wonderful spurt of it, evj y drop!"
He grinned happily. "I see what you mean," he said.
"Holly, you don't know how lucky you're going to be in a minute. You've a wonderful, sweet, considerate brother."
"I know," Holly said, remembering last night, remembering how he had been more concerned for her than for himself. She reached up impulsively and kissed Jim on the mouth. She tasted her pussy juice on his lips and wriggled her hips against him.
"Hey, you two," Chris said warmly, chiding them. "You had at each other last night. It's my turn."
Holly broke away. Her eyes were gleaming brightly. "Yes! Oh, he's all yours, Miss Poston, for now. Until you teach him how to fuck. And then he's mine, and my cherry is his."
Chris wrapped her arms around Jim's neck. She kissed him tenderly. She pushed her tits into his hands when he reached up between their bodies. Her thighs were still spread wide, her legs wrapped around him.
"Come into me now, Jim. Fuck me."
He glanced down at the creamy mess on her pussy and crotch.
"Leave it there, darling. Swim around in it. Let it be the oils that bathe us while we fuck and fuck and come."
He gasped when she held his prick. Her hand slipped over the stalk, lubricated by his sperm. She angled it down toward her cunt. She lifted up, and her pussy opened-wet, so wet and slippery.
His cockhead touched her silken tissues. He moaned, unable to stop himself. He didn't want to stop himself. He didn't want to hold anything back at all, and he knew she wanted it that way too.
"There . . . " she gasped. "Just the tip! Your throbbing, swelling, velvety tip. Ohhhh, I can feel it pulse at my pussy mouth!" She glanced at Holly. "Watch my cunt, Holly. Here, get close and watch what I can make it do to his wonderful prick!"
Holly came as close as she could, resting her cheek on Miss Poston's firm, creamy thigh. She couldn't resist licking out with her tongue to caress the silky flesh and lick up a drop of sperm from it.
She watched the pink, succulent pussy mouth pulse and suck. It seemed to grip the head of her brother's cock. It seemed to draw the shaft right up inside. She watched with wide eyes as the stiff shaft went farther and farther in.
"Ohhhhhh, Miss Poston!" Jim cried. "God, oh, God!"
"Oh, your prick, Jim! It's wonderful! Easy, slide it in easy!"
"I'm not doing anything, Miss Poston. Your pussy's sucking it in! Oh, God, it's past the tip! Holly, look, it's past the tip, and it feels wonderful!"
His cock went into the silky, sucking maw of Miss Poston's cunt. He pressed down. His cock shaft became surrounded by warm, wet trembling tissues, and his prick throbbed wildly again.
Then he was in her all the way. He reached for the bottom of her well, but he couldn't find it. It seemed to be a dark, moist cavern with no bottom. His prick swam through satiny oils that moved against him and milked him.
"Oh, Jesus!" he squeaked, lying fully atop her body, mashing her into the bed. He rolled his chest over her tits and heard her labor for breath.
"Darling, you're mashing me," she gasped.
He lifted up. "Oh, this is good," he gasped. "I can feel your tits against me even better this way."
He had a sudden urge to shake his ass and bang in and out of her tender pussy, so he did. She clamped her hands over his ass and held him tightly against her crotch.
"Not that way, darling . . . easy. Make love to me, don't hammer me."
He grinned shakily. He began a slow rhythmic slide in and out of her pussy. She felt her muscles milk and suckle his prick. The sensation was ecstatic, and he groaned and groaned.
"Ohhhh, that's the way, darling. That's the way to fuck me. Oh, yes! Work with me, darling I"
She lifted and sank under him. Her pussy slipped up and down his cock wonderfully. He went into her all the way, until his root mashed against her puffy cunt lips and threatened to split her down the middle.
His balls swam and slid through the slippery silkiness of her inner thighs and the warm crack of her ass. She began to rotate under him, and his rigid prick slid against one muscular wall and then the other of her wonderful cunt.
"Ohhhh, Miss Poston I" he gasped.
"You're doing beautifully, Jim. Oh, yes!" she cried, clutching him to her, lifting up and sinking back again, making her pussy tilt and rock and rotate and suck all over his shaft.
Holly groaned suddenly. She could see it all. She loved the way Miss Poston's vagina opened wide and swallowed all of her brother's big prick.
She had no idea a pussy could stretch open that much and take all that meat into it. The sounds were thrilling to her. The sucking and slobbering were exciting.
Her fingers dabbled in her own pussy as she watched. She was so hot she could hardly stand it. She wanted her brother to hurry up and come so that he could fuck her next. But she didn't want to rush his lesson, either.
"Ohhhhhhh, it feels so good, Jim-so damn good!" Chris cried, lifting up against him again. "It's been so long!"
Too long. Never again this long. She loved fucking. She loved this boy-man fucking her with his big, young, stiff, wonderful prick. She loved holding him in her arms, rubbing her tits against his chest.
She was comfortable with him. It wasn't a battle. He wanted to please her, and that was what made it so good. That was why she was ready to come again.
"Jim, I'm getting ready. Oh, I can feel it! Oh, God, your prick is driving me right up the wall, darling! Are you ready ? Are you getting ready too?"
"I . . . well, I . . . "
He didn't know what to say. It felt terrific. He'd never been so hot in his life. But it was a different kind of heat. There wasn't the stud-like rush there had been with Betty. It was a strange feeling to him.
It was as if he'd reached a plateau of some kind, not far from the peak. But he was in no hurry to reach the peak. He'd rather just fuck in and out of her like this and roll against her and feel her trim, beautiful body against his than end it by a mad rush to climax.
"It's all right, darling," she said, running her hands up and down his back, along his sides, over his heaving rump. "You don't have to hurry. Take your time. I won't go anywhere. It won't be over when I come. You can fuck me as long as you want to, because once isn't going to be enough for me."
"It-gosh, Miss Poston, I thought once a girl came, it would be all over, and I'd better hurry up or miss out."
"Oh, no, darling!" she cried softly, running her fingers through his hair again. "Mmmmm, I'm going to come, Jim. Make me come. Keep fucking me after I come. Ohhhh, don't stop, don't stop!"
She lifted up. Her arms tightened around him. Her pussy pulsed furiously around his straining cock.
Her asscheeks went tight, and her tits seemed to swell against his chest. Her thighs gripped his waist, and she rocked back and forth furiously and then hung from his cock, all shudders and spasms and wriggles.
"Ahhhhhgh!" she cried. "God, Jim darling-I love you!"
She shook her head and moaned and kissed him all over his face as she came and came. He'd never felt anything like it in his life. Her pussy was wild around his prick. It worked and worked, milking him, slobbering all around him, bathing him in silken oils.
When she was finished, she sighed and sank back and lay still for a moment, a dreamy, heavenly expression on her beautiful face.
He continued to move in her, sensing the new subtleties of a pussy that had just come. In a moment, she began moving with him again, and there was a cheeky sparkle in her eyes.
"It was wonderful, darling. Oh, it still feels wonderful. You can make me come again, Jim -again and again. But now I'm going to make you come. You're getting too cocky, too sure of yourself. You can't deny me my pleasure in having you come in me, you know. It doesn't all go just one way."
"Oh! What are you doing with your pussy, Miss Poston?" he gasped suddenly, feeling it work him over in a way it hadn't done before.
"If you think you're going to lie on me and fuck me and get all the fun of bringing me to one climax after another, young man, you're wrong," she smiled at him. "Now, it's my turn to bring you off. Are you ready?"
"I'm ready," he gasped.
"Then here we go, darling. Hang on. You can try all you want, but you're not going to be able to hold it back. Oh, am I going to make your prick explode deep in my pussy!"
She smiled at him and gazed into his eyes. He could see flecks of amber dotting the indigo of her irises, and the sight thrilled him unaccountably.
She moved her hips under him and kept looking into his eyes with her steamy gaze, watching the effect her pussy was having on him. It made him feel curiously naked, and he gasped for breath.
"Jesus, Miss Poston!" he cried softly, unable to keep his hips from slamming against her.
His prick swam in her cunt. Then her snatch grabbed him and shook his cock wildly, battering it full of sensation. He was aware of Holly's mouth falling open with astonishment and heat as she watched Miss Poston work him over.
"This is how, Holly," Chris gasped. "This is the way to hold your man and make him want to fuck you again and again. Watch, Holly-learn from your teacher!"
Holly watched her brother's face go red and lustful. She knew Miss Poston would explain how. She knew it wasn't a matter of lying there and letting him slide his cock in and out. There was much, much more to it, and she was eager to learn.
"God, I can't stop it, Miss Poston!" Jim cried suddenly.
"Oh, I know you can't, darling!" she said, happiness filling her voice. She moved and squeezed and slid her cunt in torturous ways around his prick.
"You're making me come!"
"Don't hold it back, Jim Let it go-let it all go inside me! Oh, foam up into my pussy and fill me with your cum!"
Jim gritted his teeth. For a stubborn moment, he tried to hold himself back, just to see if he could. But he couldn't. She brought him along anyway. He knew that Betty Johnson wasn't even capable of a thing like this. He doubted she even knew it was possible to make it happen.
"Yah! I'm coming! God, I give up! I can't hold it! Oh, oh! Miss Poston!" He gasped and gripped her tightly. He sank against her body and ran his prick all the way into her cunt, as far as it would go.
He didn't move any more. He couldn't. He was in a trance. She did it all. She tipped her pelvis back and milked his prick, and there was the sensation of having her pussy drink his cum as he poured it into her.
"Yaaaaaagh!" he cried.
He shook and shuddered. She'd told him to hang on. He clung to her tightly for fear that he would go rocketing off.
It was absolutely unbelievable. His sperm poured and poured. His prick shook and bucked and throbbed until his balls began to ache.
He felt drained when it was over. He lay against her trim body and her warm tits and gasped for breath, convinced the top of his head had come off.
"Beautiful, darling," she said softly, caressing him with her hands. She gazed at Holly. "Oh, he's ready, sweet darling. He's ready for you now."
Holly licked her lips. She swirled her hand over her sodden little pussy and smeared her pussy juice over her nearly bald cunt lips. Her knees were up and wide open, and her cunt gaped. She sat on her butt and stared at her burnt-out brother.
"He looks all shot, Miss Poston!" she cried with a slight whine. "Ohhhh, why'd you have to fuck him so hard!"
Chris smiled and patted Jim. "You can't see what I can feel, Holly," she said softly. "He's anything but shot. His prick is still like a bar of iron in my cunt. Oh, is it stiff! If you want to know the truth, honey, I think he's going to wear us both out before the night's over. We'll have to end up sucking him off to get that wonderful prick to go down. But we'll give him a workout, won't we?"
Holly smiled back at Chris, and her little pussy jumped with impatience. She watched Miss Poston lift Jim from her body. His prick slid out of her wet, sodden vagina, gleaming and juicy.
And she was right! It looked stiffer and bigger than ever!
"Ohhh, Jimmy . . . fuck me!" she whimpered, flopping onto her back.
She couldn't keep her hands from her cunt. She stuffed her fingers as far up it as she could without popping her cherry. She rubbed her clit and whimpered with a small surge of intense feeling.
"Oh, Holly, you're so hot!" Chris whispered, leaning over the girl, smoothing her hand over Holly's face. She bent down and kissed her lightly, then sucked the sharp end of a tit into her mouth.
"Miss Poston . . . "
"Don't be frightened," Chris comforted. "Jim won't hurt you. He's your brother. He loves you. And now he knows how not to hurt you. Is your pussy wet enough? Let me feel."
She put her hand to Holly's wet twat and slid her fingertips through the young, virginal meat. They came away wet, but she wasn't quite satisfied.
"You can have some of my juice, honey," she said.
She positioned herself between Holly's little thighs, scissoring their twined legs so that her cunt lips mashed fully against Holly's in a squishy kiss.
"Lift up just a little, Holly-oh, there! Yes!"
Holly gasped and gasped. "Oh, I'm going to come, Miss Poston! Your pussy is mashed completely against mine! I can feel your lips all spread out! Oh! Oh, it's like a wet, soft mouth kissing my little cunt! I'm going to come!"
"God! Come! Let your pussy suck and drink! Ohhhh, honey, can you feel all the sperm draining out of my body into yours? That's your brother's cum, honey, and mine! It will lubricate your little pussy completely!"
"Ahhhh, Miss Poston!" Holly cried.
Her small body lifted up and her pussy shook. Her pelvis rocked back and forth, and she could feel her cunt drink in the juice and slippery oils from Chris's draining vagina.
Chris got off Holly's shaking crotch when the transfer was made. She looked down with satisfaction. Jim looked with her and saw the shining layer of slippery juice coating his little sister's tissues, inundating them.
"Fuck her now, Jim," Chris said softly.
Jim got between his sister's shaking thighs. He held his prick and aimed it toward her trembling little hole. The slippery juice was so thick he could barely see her cherry through it.
He gazed into her eyes and smiled at her. "I love you, Holly," he whispered. "Remember?"
She stopped shaking and smiled at him happily. "I remember, Jimmy."
"Are you ready?"
"God, you know I am!"
He put the tip of his cock at the mouth of her virginal pussy. "Just the tip, Holly," he whispered.
"Oh, yes! But more than just the tip this time, Jimmy! All of it! All of your wonderful prick, just the way you did with Miss Poston! Fuck me, Jimmy! Fuck me open!"
Chris held his prick at Holly's pussy mouth as he bent over her. She passed her hand over Holly's forehead. She leaned close and kissed the girl's lips. Then she put the tip of her finger on Holly's clit and made it go in circles.
"Oh! Oh, God, Miss Poston!" Holly gasped.
Her hips moved. The velvety cockhead washed around in the mouth of her slippery cunt. Her clit burned and pulsed and stretched toward the teacher's rolling finger.
"You're going to make me come again, Miss Poston! Oh God, you know just how to masturbate me! Ohhhh, God, I'm coming!"
The little girl lifted and shook and shuddered. Her thighs scissored and tried to squeeze shut.
But this masturbatory orgasm was different. Jim's legs and hips were between hers, and she couldn't close them. Jim's body was above hers, and her sharp, sensitive little tits spiked against his chest.
Her hands were free this time, both of them, because it was Miss Poston's fingers making her come and not her own. She flung her arms around Jim's neck and held him tightly. She felt her lips mash softly against the end of Miss Poston's tit as the woman reached over and pushed the firm, pink-tipped cone into Holly's mouth.
Then she came-hard.
Her pussy tipped upward and shook against Miss Poston's finger and her brother's prick-head at the same time. A great spasm made her lurch wildly and Jim crushed down on her.
There was a different feeling, too-something like a sharp pain, but not really that. It was something that increased the magnificent burst of her orgasm.
When the crush was over, she gasped with a wholly new sensation-a stuffed feeling between her thighs.
"Jimmy!" she cried with astonishment. "Jimmy, your cock is all the way inside me!"
"Ohhh, is it ever, Holly!" Jim cried.
He couldn't believe how slickly and readily it had gone in. The cherry had been almost no barrier at all. And then he felt Miss Poston's hand pushing on his rump, pressing his middle against Holly's and his cock into her opened pussy, and he knew he'd had a little help.
Chris smiled at both of them, kissing Holly's lips and then Jim's. "It's done, Holly," she said softly, "and you hardly felt a thing. Oh, fuck him, Holly-let him fuck you. You're together. You're beautiful. I love you both. Oh, do it while I watch!"
Jim's face was pink with passion. His prick was like a rod of iron in his sister's little cunt.
The difference was sweet. Holly's pussy was tight and clinging, even with all the juice and sperm that had been poured into it. She seemed to jitter and tremble all up and down his cock, thrilling him in a way that Miss Poston's pussy hadn't. He began to move in her the way his teacher had taught him, and Holly moaned and shuddered with blissful happiness.
"Ohhh, Jimmy, you're fucking me! At last, Jimmy! Ohhhh, it's wonderful! Fuck me, sweet brother, fuck me!"
Chris watched them. The beauty of them made her hot again. She settled back and lifted one knee and put her hand to her pussy. She saw that Jim was doing everything beautifully. She watched the way Holly responded, and her pussy trembled under her fingers.
"Oh! Oh, I'm going to come already, Jimmy!" Holly cried suddenly, clinging to his neck with her dainty arms.
Jim fucked her with great tenderness. "Me too, Holly," he gasped. "Ohhh, it's wonderful! Oh, look at Miss Poston! Oh, I wish I could fuck you both at the same time, Miss Poston!"
Chris swirled her fingers over her silken, wet cunt and smiled happily. "You're going to have enough to do to handle your sister's hot pussy, darling. Later, I'll let you suck me off while you're fucking her, but right now I want the two of you to be together. I'll just watch and bring myself off when you pour your slippery sperm into her spasming little pussy."
"Oh! Oh, yes!" Holly cried suddenly. "Pour it into me, Jimmy! I'm going to come! Honey, I'm coming! Fuck me-fuck meeeeee!"
She lifted and shuddered violently, clinging to him as never before. Her tight little pussy fluttered and sucked all along his cock. Her eyes were open wide with delight and shock.
Jim stared into them. It was as if he could look right in the depths of her being. He loved what he saw there, and he knew that she loved what she was seeing in him.
His sperm jetted and bucked from his prick, which throbbed wildly inside her virginal pussy. As he was finishing his orgasm with powerful throbs, he could hardly wait for the next one.
And he kept on fucking her, oblivious to Miss Poston's shriek of sudden shock and outrage.
"Burt!" she cried. "How dare you!"