Chapter 2
I didn't dream. Or, if I did, the memory was gone when the radio wakened me with a raucous invitation to shop at McDiddle's. That's what it sounded like, for the sound was slightly muffled by the closed door.
Sunlight danced through the window and across my belly where my semen had dried into flaky splotches, some of them matting the thick hair about the base of my cock. I scratched and stretched, remembering the sweetness of Sherry's lips, and the touch of those skillful fingers on my prick. I frowned.
What had she gotten out of it? I hadn't considered that question while she was beating my meat in such an expert manner. Now, as I listened to her moving about in the kitchen, my frown deepened. She had rubbed her juicy slit against my hip. The evidence of that enjoyable caress was still there, dried to a patch of crusty jism, and I touched it with near reverence. But I was almost certain she hadn't come, even in that threshing finale when my cock spilled its steaming sperm through her flashing fingers.
Maybe she was one of those kids who are afraid to go all the way and insure their continued virginity by relieving their partners in that way. I couldn't accept that. The way her mouth had worked on mine, sucking and tonguing, proved a passion that would never permit such limitations.
I suddenly remembered that Teresa was coming over for breakfast, and I hurried into the shower, finding myself whistling as I toweled the water from my sun-bronzed body. Dressing in slacks and shirt, I ran a comb through my dark hair, and headed for the kitchen.
Sherry was bent over, looking into the oven, a pair of skin-tight shorts riding up past the lower curve of her buttocks and plunging into the crease between the lovely cheeks. Her long legs were perfection, with slender ankles, delightfully turned calves, and firmly rounded thighs. Her breasts, barely contained by a matching blue halter, swayed almost imperceptibly as she straightened, turning to give me a warm smile.
"Good morning, Brad," she greeted. "I was just about to call you when I heard the shower."
I wanted to take her in my arms. In fact, I would have been delighted to take her back to bed. Or onto the table. Or the floor. After the all too brief sample during the storm, I was willing to do just about anything to get my cock into that inviting slit that pushed its hot lips against the clinging shorts.
But something in her eyes made me hesitate. I settled for a slow admiring visual caress, and returned her greeting without coming any closer. I hooked one of the chairs, sinking onto it from the front, and folding my arms over the back.
I was no sooner settled than a soft knock at the kitchen door made me start upward. Sherry waved me down with a quick gesture.
She crossed the room and opened the door, introducing herself before Teresa could do more than open her mouth. Sherry welcomed her inside and draped an arm about the younger girl's shoulders.
"You were right, Brad," she told me. "We're so much alike we could pass for sisters."
My eyes were trying to take in everything at once and discovering that there was just too much beauty in the four young breasts and the lush invitation of the two outlined pussies.
Teresa's shorts were white, hugging her slender hips and dipping dangerously low above the plump cunt mound. Her tits, not quite so large as Sherry's, punched boldly against two wisps of thin cloth, while the creamy cleft between the mounds was obstructed by only a narrow strip. For at least the hundredth time, I visualized my cock sliding into that delightful valley. The image brought the beginning of an erection, and I pushed the idea aside in favor of a more conventional approach.
It didn't help. It was impossible to look at either girl without thinking of fucking. And when I thought of fucking, I got hard. My cock continued to swell, becoming almost irritatingly hard as we sat down to a delicious breakfast of ham, grits, eggs and hot biscuits with redeye gravy.
I listened to the girlish chatter without really hearing it, for I was much too busy watching the bobbing tits and moist red lips, and thinking thoughts that would make a veteran whore blush. Sherry had to repeat her request before my eyes wandered back to her face, and I said, "Huh?"
"I asked if I could show Teresa some of your work?" she said with a little laugh. "Oh, don't look so shocked! She's not going to tell anyone about it."
I closed my gaping mouth. She was right, of course. The girl hadn't told anyone about my very un-neighborly kiss. At least. Dexter Savage hadn't been around with his shotgun. So, it seemed pointless to refuse. Sherry knew about it. But I doubted that she realized just how bold some of the cartoons were.
"The photographs?" I asked. "Or the strips?"
"Let's save the strips," she said, pushing her chair back and standing. "How about the photos?"
I led the way into the studio, and pointed to a long table. Tugging a thick album from a cluttered shelf, I placed it on the table and sat down. The girls pulled a chair close on either side and leaned toward me expectantly. I opened the album.
The first few pictures were relatively tame, although they would never have been permitted on the Family Hour. A handsome man and a bountifully endowed girl were kissing, and exploring some rather interesting areas of each other's body. It was a progressive series, and by the fifth photo, the girl was undressed to the waist, and the man was munching away on one of the melon-sized tits.
"Ummmm!" Teresa murmured, her own breast teasing my arm. "That looks like fun!"
"For which one?" Sherry asked, staring at the picture. Beneath the table, her fingers slid over to clutch my leg, just above the knee.
Teresa looked up, drawing Sherry's attention to her slight frown. "I meant the girl. Why?"
"Don't you think it would be fun to do what he's doing?" Sherry demanded. Her fingers moved upward and inward, warm and exciting. I spread my knees apart to give her all the room she wanted.
Teresa's lower lip protruded in thought. "Sure!" she exclaimed. "My gosh! I'd never even thought about that!"
My body tensed at that moment, for Teresa's hand had suddenly touched my left leg, and was beginning a climb similar to that just executed by Sherry's fingers. My prick, already hard, seemed to be straining to meet her halfway. I skipped a few pages, and exposed a picture of a man, with trousers at half-mast, his cock standing out in an angled engorgement, while the girl knelt to rub the nipples of her big boob over its swollen head. I remembered shooting that one, for it had taken the model an hour to work up a decent hard.
"Jesus!" Teresa gasped in a soft voice. "Let's see the next one!" Her hand froze as it brushed the outlined head of my prick. Then, darting like a frightened bird, it gripped me with a pressure just short of painful. Sherry chose that moment to slide her fingers between my thighs and wiggle them against my balls.
I turned the page and both girls leaned forward in excitement, staring at the color shot of the girl sliding her straining lips over the satin tip of the man's cock. Both hands squeezed, and I had to grit my teeth to keep from crying out in the mixed pain and pleasure of their gripping fingers.
"Now," Sherry said in a throaty tone. "That's more like it!"
"My god!" Teresa hissed. "It's so big!"
I never knew whether she was talking about the picture, or the pulsating shaft in her right hand. Two things happened with such perfect timing that I was ready to believe it was all some horrible conspiracy aimed at my personal sex life.
Sherry reached for my cock, and discovered Teresa's hand. Teresa, shocked by the touch, released me, and grabbed Sherry's fingers. Both girls burst into giggles as someone knocked on the front door.
I pushed the chair back and stood up, ignoring the bulge of my deserted prong. I looked down at their linked fingers.
"I hope you both will be very happy," I growled. I nodded at the open book. "Hide that. It could be the preacher."
I was close. It wasn't Carl, but his brother, Oscar, an oddball whose only pleasure seemed to be poking his nose into other people's business. He wanted to come in and meet Sherry, but I dissuaded him, firmly and politely, and listened as he delivered the message from Fay Duff.
She had planned a party for Tuesday night and wanted to make sure that Sherry would come before sending out the invitations. I told Oscar that I could guarantee her presence, and I dutifully inquired about Karen and Belinda. Then, with a reference to work, I managed to shoo him out, and raced back to the studio.
The book had been replaced on the shelf, and there was a note on the table. Sherry's neat writing told me that she had gone over to Teresa's for a while. I crumpled the paper and hurled it against the wall, expressing myself with a single expletive.
"Shit!"
Sherry didn't get back until late afternoon, brushing aside my protest with her praise of Teresa. The girl was exactly the sort of friend she had always wanted, according to her scattered remarks, called to me as she prepared dinner and I tinkered with an ancient camera I was determined to make usable.
I was glad the two were compatible. But I didn't have the formula for group seduction. If they spent most of their time together, I would have to settle for whatever crumbs of sex they decided to toss my way.
After dinner, I turned on the TV and settled myself in my favorite chair, having agreed with Sherry that a man looks silly washing dishes when a woman was in the house. A rerun of a third rate detective story held a portion of my interest while Sherry finished up in the kitchen and took a quick shower.
She came back into the room wearing a short gown that hugged her breasts and hips and just covered the center of attraction. With a wicked smile, she turned off all but one dim lamp, lowered the volume on the television, and sat down hi my lap.
One moment, I was feeling disgusted with myself, and the next, I was holding more intoxicating flesh than one man could reasonably handle. My hands tried to be everywhere at once, finally settling for a lengthy exploration of those delicious breasts, feeling the nipples spring to attention as my fingers caressed their spongy tips.
Her mouth fastened on mine, and her tongue gave a repeat performance of the previous night, swirling and twisting while my cock tried to lift her squirming bottom by swelling to a throbbing hardness beneath her ass.
Just when I was ready to believe that the golden moment had arrived, she pulled my hand from her tit and my mouth from those succulent lips.
"We can both undress," she said gently, placing a finger on my chin, "if you'll do exactly as I tell you."
I couldn't think of anything I wasn't ready to do, provided it included more of what I had just enjoyed. I nodded my promise, and she scooted off my lap, standing with legs spread and hands on hips as I worked on my clothing. Only when I was stark naked did she tug the gown up over her black hair, giving me a close up of that incredibly lovely body.
She indicated the chair, and I sank down again, my prick jutting up with an eagerness I wholeheartedly shared. Then, she did something I had never seen done before. She moved to the side of the chair and sat down on the arm, her rounded bottom hovering over my rearing cock. Deftly, she twisted her torso to face me, and draped her arms about my neck.
"What about...?" I spluttered.
"Shhhhh!" she warned, halting any further protest by mashing her lips against mine, and lowering her hips until the tip of my prick was pressed gently, but with delightful certainty, between the cheeks of her bottom and against the fiery circle of her asshole.
It was impossible! Even if I had greased my prick, I couldn't force it into that tiny opening. I could feel the little circle flexing its striated ring as she increased the pressure, and it was like a hot kiss on my throbbing glans. I tried to swallow her tongue in my excitement, and my ringers kneaded one pliant breast until she gasped a muted protest, freeing her lips.
"Be patient!" she said breathlessly. Then, her mouth covered mine again, and she increased the weight of her hips.
My prick was stiff, and the caress of her anus on its most sensitive part made it even harder. It pressed back with pulsating determination as that tiny circle began widening, and Sherry worked her ass in a slow grinding that forced it lower.
It was impossible, but it was happening! She was actually sliding her asshole onto my cock! I could feel the powerful sphincter gripping the head, already halfway down the widening slope. Another half inch, and the knob would be completely enveloped. And, if the head made it, she could take the rest of the shaft!
The possibility made me begin moving my own hips in the opposite direction, and the frictioning of the hot tissues on my prick became more delightful.
I realized then what she had done. After her shower, Sherry had lubricated her bottom. She had planned the action before coming back into the room. The beautiful creature had fully intended to do just what she was doing.
She pulled her lips from mine. "Hold real still!" she told me. "I'll make it go in!"
I squeezed her nipple again. "Do it, baby!" I grunted.
She took a deep breath and her eyes squeezed shut. She clamped her teeth together and I felt her body tremble. Then, with a little whimper, she shoved her body down on my prick.
There was an instant of painful resistance. Then, as the corona snapped through the momentarily relaxed circle, I was sliding up into the undulating heat of her tight colon.
She took the first four inches before halting her descent. Her eyes opened and she sucked a breath between her parted lips. "Is it good, Brad?"
"Wonderful, kitten!" It was an understatement. My cock felt as if a hundred tiny mouths were feasting on the portion so firmly entrenched in her flexing tail. "How about you?"
She nodded, her eyes shining. "I want it all! Don't come before it's all the way in! Okay?"
I promised. But I wasn't sure I could deliver. Everytime she moved, it meant a hot wet sliding on my prick, and my semen was building in my balls like bubbling lava, ready to blast up into her ass like a geyser.
Sherry groaned as she slid down another inch, and T felt the resistance of the mushy channel yield before my probing cockhead. I started to drop my hand to the furry invitation of her pussy, but she shook her head harshly.
"Suck my tits!" she exclaimed, her fingers urging my head down as her waist arched to present the strutted nipple to my willing lips. I fastened my teeth about the, tasty protuberance and flicked my tongue back and forth over its tip, sucking it with hungry tugs that worked it through my teeth like I wanted to work my cock in that increasingly juicy bottom.
She must have guessed my urgency, for she began a little hunching motion that slid her ass up and down my prick. At first, she was covering no more than an inch with each stroke, and it was more like a vibration than a thrust. But her colon was relaxing a little; and her intestinal juices were oiling the passageway, laving the head of my cock with their hot liquid. She increased the distance until she was taking six inches of throbbing meat with each delightful slide.
Then, panting with effort, she began fucking in earnest, dragging the clinging tissues upward until my flaring glans tugged her sphincter outward, then sliding the churning channel down as the swollen knob bored up into her belly with an assist from my own hips.
Each time her hips flashed down, I was driving farther into that clutching grip, and I urged her on with little groans.
"That's it, baby! Get it! Wiggle that ass, kitten! Suck that dick in there! Fuck it, Sherry! Oh, goddamn! Fuck it!"
She gave one last shove, and her buttocks slapped down onto my thighs and belly. I was hilted! My darling niece had managed to cram the full nine inches of my cock into her hot slippery ass!
She held it, refusing to raise her hips, but moving them in a maddening circle that massaged every inch of my prong in a way that was too good to last. If she kept it up, I would blow my wad in seconds.
"You're gonna make me come!" I gasped, my face somewhere between her tits and the softness of her throat. "I can't stand it!"
"Not yet!" she exclaimed, halting the motion with a suddenness that made me grunt. "Let me turn around."
I assumed she was going to swing around with her back toward me. Instead, she straightened her right leg and began raising it.
"Jesus Christ!" I blurted. "You're gonna break my dick off!"
She merely grinned at my expressed fear, and lifted the leg higher, her ass squeezing my cock with unbelievable force. I stared in disbelief as the rounded loveliness moved past my eyes, and I moaned with pleasure as her tail screwed itself around on my shaft.
She faced me, her legs drawn up, and her feet braced on the arms of the chair, her hands linked behind my neck. It was an awkward position, but she showed no sign of strain. For me, it was perfect, for my prick was even deeper in that hot sleeve. I gripped her lithe waist with both hands.
"Now," she said huskily. "All I have to do is pump my legs. Like this!"
She tightened her thighs and pushed herself back by partially straightening her strong young legs. It was done quickly and smoothly. Her ass slid all the way up to the head of my cock, and rode down again, making a little squishing sound as some of the juice was forced out about the sliding circlet of her anus.
"Oh, goddamn!" I whispered. "If you do it like that, m blow in ten seconds!"
She giggled, and the little quivers of amusement were transmitted down to become hot contractions about my prick. She wiggled her hips experimentally.
"You can come," she said happily. "You're going to screw me twice anyway."
She watched my face as she fucked me, raising her hips with infuriating slowness, and sliding the oily chute down with a little grinding motion that made my hips buck upward. Up again, a little faster, and down again, with that same delightful twist that made her ass seem to revolve about my prong.
I was reminded of the few times I had watched a steam engine gathering speed, for my prick was pistoning in and out of her ass like the glistening drivers of the old-fashioned locomotives.
Faster and faster, her knees flexing to raise and lower her hips. Her ass was looser now, and the juices had seeped out until there was a constant sloshing as it rode up and down my shaft. But she was working those powerful internal muscles in a constant massage, and the bolts of ecstasy were zipping through my belly like the lightning of the previous night.
I had never fucked so fast! The hammer of her buttocks on my belly had become a quick slapping, and the original squishing was a constant gurgle.
"Now!" she yelled, her face contorting in the compelling force of her own climax. "Come! Come!"
My hips shoved upward against that demented fury of sucking girl flesh, and my balls loosed their sperm in a series of spurts that left me gasping with ecstatic relief. My semen had been delivered at least nine inches beyond the spasming anus that now squeezed the base of my cock in gratitude.
She opened her eyes and smiled at me, licking her lips before whispering, "I want number two on the floor."
"In the ass?" I asked, still panting from my frantic hunching.
She was hoisting herself off my prong, and the resulting sensation made further talk impossible. The deep and prolonged reaming had produced a semi-vacuum that tried to hold my prick captive, and collapsed the intestinal walls behind my slow withdrawal.
Sherry's face told me she was experiencing the same delicious effect. She continued sliding the juicy grip upward, but she also began squirming her hips while the inner tissues churned and chewed at my retreating cockhead.
The last two inches were almost painful, for the suction had built to a degree that threatened to lock us together, a condition I would have welcomed without argument. Sherry gave a little kick, and the hot sleeve slipped off with a noisy slurp. My prick, still rock-hard, flew back against my belly with an audible smack as she threw her back across my field of vision, and climbed off my lap.
Quickly, as though time had become a factor, she stretched herself face down on the rug, legs drawn tightly together, and her ass curves seeming to reach up in a beckoning curve. She folded her arms beneath her head and rested one cheek on a delicate wrist.
I slid off the chair and dropped to my knees above and behind her, my cock sticking out over her lovely thighs in shiny eagerness. I placed my hand on one buttock.
"Spread your legs, kitten," I urged.
The black hair shimmered in the light of the TV as she wagged a firm denial, lifting her bottom impatiently.
"No," she insisted. "Pretend I'm a boy."
I grinned at the decidedly feminine curves that awaited my cooperative assault. "No way, baby!" I told her. "Boys just ain't built like that."
She twisted her head about so she could see me, and her expression was dead serious. "Would you screw me if I really were a boy?"
My prick was itching to slide back into that juicy embrace. I nodded. "If you looked like that, I would. Hell, yes!" I started to lower my hips, but her voice stopped me.
"Would you play with my dick while you fucked me?"
I sighed, "Sherry, honey, you don't have a dick."
"I asked you to pretend," she exclaimed petulantly. "Would you let me do it to you?"
Ordinarily, I would have argued about that. But my prick was urging me to get on with things. I wanted to get back in the driver's seat, and I wasn't concerned with how I did it.
"Why not?" I answered, aiming my pole for that plump little cleft. Her arms untangled and her hands flashed back to cover the target area.
"Yes or no?" she insisted.
"Yes!" I blurted. "Christ, yes! I'd let you fuck me!"
Her hands altered position, and the fingers pulled the cheeks apart. Her asshole winked at me, a pinkish brown circlet, its tiny lips slick and wet from our previous union.
"Screw me like you would a boy," she demanded, wiggling her hips to let me know she was ready for my cock.
I wasn't at all sure what she meant. I'm no expert, but it would seem that there's not much difference in the way you ball a boy and a girl from the rear. The real clincher would be psychological. I mean, just knowing you're humping a cute chick adds to the fun. Somebody wrote that sex is ninety percent in the mind, and they may be correct. But I get my kicks from the other ten percent.
I wrapped my fist around my prick and straddled Sherry's warm thighs, pointing the head at that little bull's-eye.
"What's your name, kid?" I asked, going along with her game.
"Charlie," she said quickly. "Don't forget, I get to fuck you."
"Sure, Charlie," I grinned, pressing the tip of my cock into the yielding entrance. "That's the way it works. I fuck you, and you fuck me."
It was easier than the first time. But I still had to really bear down to force my way past that tight sphincter. Sherry helped by relaxing the muscle and wriggling her butt until the knob plunged through. Then, greased by her juices and the come I had spilled, my prick slid up into the churning sleeve until my balls were trapped in the warm juncture of buttocks and thighs.
Keeping it hilted, I let my chest down on her naked back, and eased my arms beneath her, reaching for those fascinating tits. She shook her head and pressed her torso down to block my move.
"Hold me by the shoulders!" she panted. "I'm a boy! Remember?"
I didn't. But I pretended I did. "Sorry, Charlie," I told her. "Your ass feels so good, I thought you were a girl."
"You don't like to fuck girls," she informed me. "You prefer young boys!"
It was news to me! But I had agreed to play the game. I curled my fingers upward, catching her shoulders and shoving my prick farther up into that hot tightness.
"Right, Charlie!" I grunted, grinding my hips to loosen the channel. "And you're the boy I like to screw most of all!"
I began fucking her with slow, full-length strokes, my cock sliding through the undulating colon like a well-oiled piston, and my nuts slipping into that warm valley each time I rammed home.
"I'll bet you'd like to screw that old Teresa," she said, working her ass in harmony with my hunching. She flexed her muscles about my prong. "Her pussy wouldn't feel this good." For the moment, I was ready to agree. It had felt good before. Now, slicker and hotter, and accepting my nine inches of cock meat with less resistance, it was delicious.
"Damn a pussy!" I grunted, separating the words with deep thrusts that squeezed the juice out of her tail and bathed my slapping balls. "I want this ass!"
We stopped talking then, for I was pounding her bottom with a steady rhythm, driving my prick up into her belly and pulling it back until the savagely gripping sphincter was tugged almost outside the strained entrance. My chin dug into her shoulder and my hands levered her body for each thrust. And her ass writhed beneath me as I massaged the sensitive nerves of her well-stretched anus. Even when I felt her come, I kept fucking.
It was too good to last. My balls seemed to swell with the buildup of semen, and I could feel the load bubbling and seething at the base of my stroking prick. I began reaming her, and she cried out with delight at the new sensation.
Ramming my cock deep into her tail, I fucked her with short fierce jabs, the head of my tool plunging back and forth far up in her convulsing gut. She came repeatedly as I kept up that delightful massage, and every climax made her intestine flex and shiver about my cock as her vagina spasmed with ecstatic tremors.
I was sweating profusely, and my heart was a sledgehammer against my ribs. But I couldn't stop. I was caught in that unbearably delicious space between retreat and completion.
The goodness tingled through my balls and my belly, and my cock jerked until Sherry cried out with excitement. I wanted to pause, for my legs were aching, and my hips were becoming numb from my prolonged hunching. But I had no control over my lust-crazed body. Instead of slowing down, I was pounding my cock in and out with swifter jabs, slamming my belly down against her arched back with angry slaps.
Faster and harder! Squishing and sucking! Wet, slick, hot, tight! Goddamn!
I didn't come-I erupted, my boiling come seeming to gush through my prick to fill her asshole, while its heat and wetness were turned back upon the spurting head to increase my agonized pleasure. Panting and groaning, I licked her dainty ear.
"Charlie," I murmured, feeling her cream-filled ass vibrate about my happy prick. "You are one swell piece of ass!"
She wiggled her hips. "I'll bet you say that to all the boys!"