Chapter 5
An hour had passed since Dawn's arrival, in floppy B.H.S. sweatshirt and a plain dark blue skirt about the length of Pat Nixon's. Lord, what a set of parents that girl had-the one pair of jeans Jack had seen her in, once, had been at least a size too big! He figured Mr. and Mrs. Casler were about like the guy who tried Scotch for the first time, straight: Tried it once and didn't like it In the Caster's case, sex was probably something they'd tried once, and it had worked. Along came Dawn. That was that. That was what sex was for. Put the lid on-and make sure she stayed pure and holy and hungup too, so she could make some guy miserable someday.
Jack grinned as he headed for the living room. Boy, was Dawn ever breaking out of that old Superchristian trap!
The two girls were sitting on the couch, leaning towards each other and talking very quietly when he entered the room. Both looked up; Dawn looked guilty.
"Hi, ladies!"
Dawn smiled and wiggled a little. "Oh, hi. Jack!" Sandra winked at him.
"You two sure had your heads mighty close together ... a little secret Venus-business?"
Dawn's mouth dropped open. She turned an accusing glance on the other girl. Sandra looked sweet and innocent. Then Jack swung the cassette machine onto the couch between them.
"Here, Sandra, let Dawn hear our new tape," he said, and grinned at Dawn-who smiled coquettishly back. Then he left the room. He walked along the short hallway to the kitchen, stripped, and crept back to listen near the doorway.
"Umm-gawa!" Dawn was saying in a quiet, excitedly giggly voice, "imagine a guy like that around all the time! Bet you've wished a bunch of times he wasn't your brother!" She giggled squeakily.
Then: "What's the tape, Sandy? Boy, he's nice to bring it in here-what is it?"
Click.
"-ter Mary Egbers, welcome to the Venus Club, the holy and sacred sisterhood of those who have accepted the goddess of love as our true patroness!" Sandra's voice cried. "Now that the hoods are off and you have earned the right to be called 'Sister" among us, let me introduce you to those who have initiated you, the brothers of Ap--"
"Oh no!" That from Dawn, and her voice was a lot louder than that of Sandra, emerging from the tape.
"-rold, whose magnificent prick broke forever the shield of-"
"Oh no, no!" Dawn cried. "Where'd he ... how'd he get this ta ... has he heard it?" Click-bzzz ... Click.
"-each of our bodies has been rubbed with it. All of us: Sister Dawn-"
Dawn screamed. "No! No! Oh no, no! Oh, Sandra! What ... oh my GOD!"
Jack stood there, smiling, idly toying with his naked penis, while his sister explained to her sorority sister. Jack had come home early, discovered them, watched and listened and taped them. He had every name and had seen both sex and pot, and clear indications of that were on the tape, too.
Dawn gasped, almost in hysteria. "He could ... he could ... we could get killed! Expelled! Maybe even arrested, Sandy!" Her voice shot up and quavered like that of a seventy-year-old trying to sing Grand Opera. "My parents would kill me!"
"Sh ... sh ... calm down, hush, damnit!" Sandra snapped.
"But ... but ... but what does he ... what's he going to do! He just brought it in here and walked off ... oh my God! He wants something! Sandy ... what's he want?"
"Ask him, darling. He's standing right behind you."
Dawn swung around and nearly fell off the couch. Tears were rushing down her face and her open mouth trembled and her eyes were fiercely dilated. She trembled all over. Her eyes dropped from his face to his naked, bobbing, rudely pointing hard-on, then jumped back to his face again, then dropped again ... , He reached down and took hold of his cock to wag and shake it with consummate lewdness at her. She stared at it.
"Apollo," Jack smiled, "merely wants to expend his Priapic, phallic essence in your overworked and red-furred Temple of Venus, Sister of the Dawn."
"Gah!" She fell weakly back on the couch, staring because she could not do otherwise.
They were all silent for a long while that seemed a lot longer than that. Dawn twisted to glance at Sandra. Looked back at Jack, at his face, at his cock, at his face, at his cock, at his cock....
"You ... you won't tell Mother and Father," she said at last, weakly, "if ... if I let you ... if you make it with me?"
"Exactly," Jack beamed. "I won't tell mama and daddy Casler, if we fuck, Dawn darling."
Her face opened up into a sunny smile. She jumped up. "Is that ... all? Really?"
Jack's face fell.
Sandra laughed. She doubled over and slapped her calves, laughing.
"That's ... all," Jack said. Shit! All the fun-well, a lot of it-was gone out of the whole deal, with her so damned willing!
"Well, my lord!" Dawn cried. "I was just telling Sandra ... I mean you're a doll ... and you're twenty, a real man, and ... my lord!"
Jack grabbed on that. "Yes. Your lord. Your master, girl." He shook his prick at her. "You're going to be raped ... or else!"
"Raped!" she cried, pulling up her sweatshirt. "My lord, that's sure not necessary! You going to stick that big beautiful pecker in me right here, or elsewhere?" She glanced around at the carpeted floor, dragging her sweatshirt down over her arms. She wore a rather plain white brassiere.
Well, shit, Jack thought in disgust. She's delighted. Hell, it's going to be a normal fuck!
Then he told himself: Here, hold it, asshole! That's a lovely eighteen-year-old body, and it's yours. Since when are you such a busy-pricked superstud that you turn up your nose at a good balling session with a very willing partner?
Since never, he replied mentally, and I'll think about the rest of it later. Right now-have at thee, and once more into the breeches!
The thing to do is ... make damned sure she goes out of here knowing she's really been balled!
He put on a very firm face, walking toward her with his naked cock standing before him and jumping all over the place.
"Who the hell told you to undress? Down on your knees and suck cock!"
Sandra's redheaded friend poked her lower lip out, striking a provocative pose with her white-brassiered tits stabbing forward and one skirted hip jutting jauntily to the side.
"Aw ww ... Jack, darling ... do you have to be so mean?"
Standing behind her, Sandra grinned impishly and spread her hands in a Well, now what gesture.
A foot from the eighteen-year-old V.P. of the Venus Club, Jack brought one palm up and slapped her cheek sharply.
"Oww! Now you...." Staggering back, Dawn looked at Sandra. Sandra nodded meaningfully at the tape recorder/player on the couch. Dawn stared at it. She shivered.
"He's got another tape, too," Sandra mentioned. "Made it from that one."
Dawn's shoulders-and breasts-rose in a great sigh. Then they went down as she expelled her breath, and they seemed to slump. She looked at Jack. Then she dropped to her knees.
He moved up closer to her, smiling down at the gleaming highlights of her red hair. Her hand started to come up for his cock.
"Hands down. Open wide. That's a nice mouth you've got, Dawn. Looks perfect for a good, fast, face-fuck."
Her lips quivered. She made a little whimpering sound. Then Jack looked mean, and she clasped her hands behind her and opened her mouth. Wide.
A gaping mouth, female or otherwise, is not the sexiest sight on Earth. But ... when it's just a few inches from a big hard-on, and the owner of that hard-on can feel her shuddery breath and look in at the moist-glistening, softly quivering tongue....
He shoved the head of his prick into the gaping oral hole, felt the sweet, delicate touch of her tongue, and smiled. He tightened his buttocks and poised himself for a moment with the big swollen knob of his prick just contained within the oval hole her wide open mouth formed.
Then he shoved her face full of cock.
"Gaaa-annngghhh ... ahhhh ... aaag I-I-I'll!"
She gagged on the bulb as he pushed it all the way into her throat. Trying to lean back away from it, she had to slap the floor with her hands to keep herself from toppling. Her eyes rolled wildly. She started to try to close her mouth, then thought better of it. She might hurt him with her teeth, and who knew what might happen to her then?
Reaching down to grip her shoulders, he arched himself back at the waist, gave her a moment to breathe and gulp a couple of times, then pushed in again. His eyes rolled up, past the kneeling girl to his sister.
Sandra stood there grinning.
"Undress," Jack said, and Sandra nodded and started undressing. Her eyes were very bright.
He held the other girl firmly by her shoulders, driving his pulsing meat in and out of her mouth and down deep into her gulping throat, making her mouth slide noisily all the way down to the base of the hard shaft. Moving his hands inward, he gripped her head. He stilled the movements of his surging hips, twisting her neck a little to caress the sensitive crown of his prick against her inner cheeks. He watched its bulby shape push her cheek out, grinned, and turned her head the opposite way to nudge into her other cheek.
Pulling it almost all the way out of her face, he slid it back in-and in, and in, until her eyes flared again and she squirmed, with more gulping gagging noises from her penis-pressed throat.
Then, with a thoroughly obscene noise-a beautifully obscene noise-he slid his prick back out of her head and stepped back a pace.
The kneeling girl slumped, hanging her head and gasping. She swallowed, again and again. He lifted his eyes to see Sandra, only a foot or so behind her friend. Sandra was naked. She grinned at him.
"Now, Dawn darling," he said, "how was that?"
She looked up. "Tha-gl ... that was ... you raped my mouth!"
He nodded, smiling pleasantly. "Wouldn't that be a hell of a thing to have happen again?"
"I ... I could ... do ... without it," she said.
"Come around in front of her, Sandra."
Dawn gasped when her naked friend walked around and stood in front of her, facing Jack.
"What the hell, Dawn darling ... you've seen my lovely sister naked before!"
"Yes ... but ... that's just it ... she's your ... your sister!"
"And the Head Muthah of your naughty little club, too! She does what I tell her, Dawn ... just as you'd better keep on doing. Sandra, open your legs." He stepped back another pace. "Now bend, from the waist and slide your face down my cock. Don't worry about Dawn. She's seen an ass close up before. She may not have licked one ... but there's always a first time, as Mary Egbers found out last Saturday night!" Dawn squeaked. "Lick!"
Sandra, half bent, twisted around to stare at her friend. "Well, it is clean, damnit!"
Jack laughed. Then he set his hands on either side of his sister's face and pulled it firmly down onto his prickhead. Her naked breasts swung forward and went into a neat little spin as they hung beneath her. Her legs quivered, but she did not bend her knees. She kept herself from falling forward and ramming his belly with her head, by clasping his thighs in both hands.
Then her sweet wide mouth slid warmly and wetly down over his cock.
He sighed and smiled, looking directly into the other girl's eyes down Sandra's back.
"Oh, that's good, darling," he murmured. "You know how!" He looked reproachfully at Dawn, who bit her lip. "Dawn. You are now looking into the open cheeks of your best friend and the boss-lady of your 'holy' club. And the one person who knows all about it but isn't involved and can get you into one hell of a lot of trouble is telling you: kiss her ass. Lick that tight little hole."
She rolled her greenish blue eyes mournfully at him, reproachfully, then lifted her hands to the flaring sides of Sandra's proffered haunches. Slowly the red-tressed head came forward. Then Jack could no longer see her eyes. Then her eyebrows vanished.
Then her forehead. Her face was pressed firmly into the fragrant cleavage between his sister's shapely round ass cheeks.
"Umh!" Sandra grunted, jerking a little forward so that she nearly swallowed the livid, broad helmet shape of his cock's tip. "Ahhh," she gasped around it. " 'e's 'oing it!"
Jack assumed that meant "She's doing it," and he smiled and nodded. "She loves it, Dawn. Lap it some more. That's good ... uh!" He broke off with a gasp when Sandra applied enough suction to his warmth-shrouded dick to excite a eunuch. With his hands holding her head in place, he jogged his excited prick in and out of it several times, swinging upward with bent knees to make the ball-stuffed bag of his scrotum slap her chin. Her chin was already damp, from the saliva drooling out of her cock-stuffed mouth.
She continued to jerk and moan, shivering, while the other girl continued her own oral attentions, licking all up and down the furrow of Sandra's butt and sliding her tongue over the sweetly puckered little hole there.
"Now make your tongue stiff, Dawn," Jack said. "Curl it a little, think hard and pretend your tongue's a, ah, Priapic shaft of Apollo, and fuck her asshole with it."
"Oh!" Dawn gasped.
"Uh!" Sandra gasped. She forgot herself, and Jack winced when he felt her teeth champ the thickened stem of his prick. But she released that unwelcome pressure quickly. She also began moaning helplessly, standing there bent far over with her mouth motionlessly encasing his ramrod. He knew that the redheaded girl was obeying his last instructions.
He slipped his hands down to fondle and pat Sandra's dangling tits, making them jump. They felt very soft, but rather larger. He assumed that was as much from arousal as from their dangling position. She'd have had to be an absolute robot or sexually sick not to have responded to the extremely sensuous stimulation of a tongue up her ass.
I'm going to let you down slowly, darling," he said, bending over her and squeezing her breasts, shoving them up against her chest. "Let go your mouthful and get on your hands and knees."
She began easing her hands down his thighs like an athlete climbing down a rope, hand over hand, while he eased her down to the floor. His spit-wet prick smacked her forehead, caromed off, and thrust through her hair. It was soft and silky-and slightly painful, to the most sensitive flesh of his body. He'd damned well remember not to try fucking anyone in the hair!
Dawn, meanwhile, let out a mousy squeak that was suddenly cut off, muffled, as Sandra's lowering of her body thrust her buttocks' cleavage farther back and enveloped the other girl's nose and mouth in the warm heat between the satin-smooth hemispheres.
Then Sandra was down on her hands and knees, and Dawn's face reared above her buttocks, staring up at Jack. He smiled at her and then did a strange walk to her, waddling forward with one foot on either side of Sandra's bowed body. Then, poised with his butt above hers, he crouched until he was sitting on her. He kept it light, using his calf muscles.
"You make a lovely seat, Sandra," he said, patting her butt. "Now keep still! Dawn dear, try it again now, and try to act like your mouth knows what to do, will you?"
Dawn blinked and a long glistening tear raced down her cheek. She leaned a little forward and began submissively licking up and down the veined ventral surface of his cock's pulsing stem. She applied herself to it with a loving enthusiasm, then rolled her eyes questioningly up at him.
He smiled at her. "You're lovely, Dawn. And that's wonderful." He puckered his lips, mimicking a kiss. She smiled, pausing to lick her lips.
"Shall I suck it?"
He reached down to cup his hands under her shoulders. "Yes, Dawn darling. And I'll hold you up while you reach back and unfasten that bra. I remember seeing your pretty juggies hanging down the other night, and I liked the way they looked. I'll bet the real color of your nipples isn't bright red though, is it?"
She flushed and squeezed her eyes shut Then she captured his prick's big swollen glans with her lips and, exerting suction from deep within, pulled it cleverly into the soft wet heat of her mouth.
Then he held her firmly up, on her knees and bent well forward with his prick in her mouth, while she reached back and up onto her back with both hands. She opened the catch of her bra and the two halves of the elasticized strap shot off and down on either side of her. Panting and working hard to do it while keeping his penis in her mouth, she worked off first one shoulder strap, then the other. Her bra collapsed limply to the floor.
On her hands and knees with her naked brother sitting backward on her naked butt, Sandra quivered and wiggled her hips slightly, to remind them of her existence. He chuckled.
"Just slip a finger into Sandra, will you Dawn?"
"Uh ... where?"
"First push your index finger into her cunt, darling. I'm sure you'll find it nice and wet. Make sure your finger's well-greased with that lovely, slimy pussy juice, then slide it out and push it into her asshole. Ow! Does that bother you? ... her emus, then. That way you can also slide the longest finger of your same hand into her cunt."
Kneeling there with him holding her up and her mouth full of his sexual meat, Dawn concentrated on carrying out his instructions. Suddenly the girl beneath him quivered and groaned-and at the same time the mouth housing his prick widened in a smile.
"'ou're 'right!" Sandra said, open-mouthedly. " 'ow do oo 'ow so much?"
"I think you asked me how I know so much," he smiled. "Hell, you devotees of Venus are just beginners! Stick around Dawn-baby, and you may learn a little about sex!"
When she bobbed her head, her liberated breasts slapped the backs of Sandra's thighs.
"Ogay!" Dawn said, around the fat red cylinder of flesh that quite filled her mouth.
"Oh-hhh ... dear-r-r ... god," Sandra gasped, and she sounded a mile away. "That ... feels so ... goo-ood!"
"It certainly does," Jack nodded, beaming. "Your friend Dawn is a pretty damned good cocksucker after all!"
"Hmmmmmmm," Dawn hummed, around the cock she sucked.
"I ... didn't ... mean that," Sandra gasped out. She was trembling so much that Jack was nervous about the stability of his perch. "Her ... fingers ... are ... nice ... ah!"
Jack chuckled. "And she wiggled them as soon as you said that, didn't she, baby? Dawn, now reach back with your other hand and pull your skirt up onto your back."
It took her a long time, and she gagged herself, but she managed it. She was wearing white panties, terribly serviceable looking.
"Can you get your panties down with one hand?"
"I ... 'an twy!"
She tried. First she licked her tongue all around the turgid shaft planted well into her mouth, and sucked it sweetly. Then she put back a hand and, after a lot of hard grunting work, worked her distressingly utilitarian panties halfway down her thighs. Jack gazed down the long line of her back, patting her flaming hair. Her rump was not so fleshy as his sister's, but just as broad, and it too formed a heart shape in this position.
Her mouth was clasping and loosening-but not much-and her long tongue was flicking over the thick hard shaft that had been in her mouth for many many long minutes.
Gently, he eased it out. The kneeling girl sighed.
"Duck your head, darling," he said.
She did, and he moved along her body, straddling it, just as he had his sister's. Then he swung around so that he stood behind the two kneeling girls. He patted the upturned ovals of Dawn's bottom.
"Now, dear, open those legs and get ready for a cunt full of the hot and hard!"
She did so willingly, then moaned at the contact of his cock's hot, fleshy pressure with her robustly parted cheeks. He was flexing his knees; the sleek piston was sliding under and in....
"Uh ... ummm!" Dawn sighed.
She trembled, feeling his penis making its throbbing way into the fresh, raw wound of her cunt and sliding wetly on into her vaginal passage.
"Uh ... oooooh, lovely," she sighed. She wiggled her butt, hanging onto his hardened length with her clasping cunt
"Back up a bit Sandra," he said, holding himself well ensconced up inside her friend. "That's good ... now kiss her pretty ass, Dawn!"
Dawn obeyed, moving her mouth and tongue over the twinned cheeks protruded so invitingly at her face. Sandra sighed in deep pleasure ... and so did Dawn. And Jack.
He began slipping his heated organ rapidly, wetly in and out of the hot deep crevice between her thighs.
Squirming, sighing, frantically wiggling, she hunched back at him in a fury of rising need.
His thighs walloped her jerking ass as he began increasing the speed and force of his lunges. Her pussy made thirsty slurping noises around the glistening length of humid flesh he ran in and out of her slippery interior. It grew more and more slippery. Her cunt juiced as his cock zipped in and out of its hot clutch.
She groaned, licking the other girl's buttocks and the furrow between and beginning to feel dragged down by the jiggling jouncing leap and sway of her tits, dangling beneath her bowed body.
The voluptuous heaving of her hips caressed his thighs with her bottom and made his balls swing and slap so that he groaned and grunted in something approaching pain.
He clenched her hips in his hands and held her steady, forming a stationary hole into which he fucked. He thrust his cock in and out of it, jerking his hips in rhythmic motions to bury himself in the feathery little nest of her curling red hair. Her snail-soft labia grazed pliantly along the shaft of his prick, peeling back as he went in and in, flattening her buttocks.
His hands dragged them feverishly apart as he skewered himself into the hole beneath their sexy curves. She moaned and wiggled, doing her best to grab and suck in even more cock, and he grinned and released her bottom cheeks to watch them snap strongly together.
Kneeling before her, Sandra was jerking her body in time with her own feverish breathing. Dawn's tongue slithered along the furrow between her ass cheeks, found the longing little hole, and slithered into it. Sandra squealed. Balancing herself on knees and one hand, she reached back to grab and rub at the thrusting bud of her clitoris.
She reached a surprisingly swift climax and jerked and groaned in the grip of electric thrills of pure ecstasy.
Then Jack let go and sent what seemed like a gallon or two of sperm boiling up into her pussy from behind. It was drooling out of the well-expanded lips even as he eased his limp cock out of her. Using her own hand, she soon joined the other two in orgasm. Then she rolled over on her side on the floor.
"Maybe I could get permission," Dawn said lazily a while later, "to come spend the night with you Friday night, Sandra." She grinned at Jack. "And Jack could teach us more games...."
"Sorry, we'll be busy Friday night," Jack said. "But you can be of help, Dawn dear," he added, reaching over to pat her hip. "You see there are still Bonnie, Eunice, Laura, and Mary for me to fuck."
She gazed at him with large bright eyes. Slowly, her mouth shaped itself into an O. "You're going to blackmail all of us!"
"Blackmail's a nasty word, but ... yeah." She stared. Then her mouth reshaped itself, the O vanishing to become a wide smile. "What a lovely wicked thought! Yes! We'll help, won't we, Sandra?"