Chapter 5
We went to bed early, since we had promised to attend church the next morning, and Sherry again made me sleep alone, pretending that the madness of the afternoon had never existed.
I tossed for an hour before my nerves finally relaxed, and I drifted into a dream-filled slumber that was almost as real as the world from which I had just retreated. The only difference was my awareness that the vivid scenes and sensations were figments of my own imagination. I knew I was dreaming. But it would have been no more realistic had I actually lived the experiences of the dream.
Astride a powerful white stallion, I raced across the sun-drenched desert, my robes streaming about me, and the hot wind fingering my dark visage with searing caress. Behind me, brandishing gleaming scimitars, my warriors galloped, faces glowing with excitement as we neared the colorful tents pitched in the scant shelter of the scraggly palm that circled the water hole.
Our approach brought the enemy into a scrambling attempt to defend the oasis. But we were upon them with cries of fury that sent them fleeing, their weapons cast aside in helpless terror.
Reining up before the largest of the several tents, I dismounted, sheathing my sword and standing with fists on hips as my warriors fell upon the female residents with lusty cries, tearing their filmy garments aside and mounting them with animal savagery.
The women, after their initial show of resistance, responded to the thrusts of cocks and tongues with passionate squeals, and I found myself surrounded by a sea of scissoring legs and hunching bottoms. My own cock, aroused by the sights and sounds, reared up beneath my robe like a wrist-thick dagger.
The flap of the tent lifted, and a tall graceful beauty emerged, completely naked. Her entrancingly curved body curved even more as she dropped to her knees at my feet, the bullet tips of her melon breasts kissing the hot sand as she bowed in homage.
I raised one sandal encased foot and placed the toe beneath her chin, forcing her lovely face up. She seized my ankle with slender fingers and began licking my toes, driving her wet tongue between them with furious thrusts.
In that mysterious way that can occur only in dreams, she was Teresa Savage. She was older, and her body was more mature, and there was little physical resemblance. But I recognized the youthful urgency in the hot caress of her tongue. She fluttered long lashes up at me, her eyes worshipful.
"Take me, master!" she panted excitedly. "Use me as the others are being used!"
I slipped my foot farther beneath her, tracing the curve of a resilient breast with my big toe, pushing her up and back until she sprawled on her bottom in the sand, her long legs parted, and the golden tendrils of her pubic hair moist with desire about the inviting slit of her cunt.
"Where is Charlie?" I demanded, shoving my foot between her thighs and tickling the purple dagger of her oversized clitoris.
Her voluptuous hips writhed under the caress, and her eyes rolled upward. The flush of orgasm spread across her face and the heaving cones of her pointed breasts, and it was several seconds before she could answer.
"He is in the tent, master," she panted. The lips of her juicy cunt worked in and out, glistening wetly in the desert sun.
I walked toward the tent, already slipping the robes from my muscular body, and when I entered through the swaying flap, I was stark naked.
Charlie lay on a pile of soft furs, his hairless chest rising and falling in mounting excitement as he stared at my huge prick. His own diminutive penis thrust upward from a crotch where only a trace of light curls marred the smooth perfection of youthful curves. As I came closer, he pulled his knees high, spreading them to pull the cheeks of his ass apart and reveal the brown circlet of his anus.
With a muffled curse, I threw myself upon him, my cock ramming into his tail with one fierce thrust that carried me to the balls in that hot mushiness.
Beneath me, moaning in excited pleasure, it was suddenly Sherry's body, and Sherry's face that smiled up at me, her lips parting for my kiss as I began fucking, hard and fast.
Charlie's flexing ass was Sherry's slippery cunt. But I could feel the pulsating shaft of his hard cock each time my belly slammed down, and his hot little nuts rolled in my pubic hair as my prick stabbed deep in his gut.
I awakened with a strangled cry, sitting up in the middle of the bed as my dream induced pleasure collided with my personal inhibition. My cock was jerking wildly, and I could feel the spasms of pre-orgasmic ecstasy rippling through my balls.
Subconsciously, I had refused to complete the dream because of Charlie's sex, waking rather than loosen my sperm in the boy's willing tail. I knew that the figure represented Sherry's fantasy, but the feel of that small hard cock had been too real.
My fingers clutched the throbbing shaft, tightening and beginning to pump. My ass jerked as the slight frictioning pulled me over the edge of seminal release and my come shot up to splash wetly on my trembling thighs.
My inhibitions wouldn't let me screw the Charlie of my dream, but I felt no compunction about fucking my fist. I milked the last sticky drops from my penis and got up to pad into the bathroom, swearing under my breath as I thought of Sherry, sleeping only a few feet away.
As I climbed back into bed, I tried to recapture the dream. This time, I would carry the luscious female into the tent, or take one of the other women whose lovely bodies had so aroused my desire. But both the dream and sleep eluded me, and I tossed restlessly until dawn.
I didn't tell Sherry about the dream. First, because it seemed so ridiculous when viewed in retrospect, and second, because I hesitated to bring up the subject of Charlie unless she mentioned it first.
We discussed photography as we ate breakfast, and Sherry asked how the pictures had turned out. I complimented her on the way she had handled the camera, and was glad when she said she would wait until later to see the prints. If they had the same effect on her as they had on me, we would never get to church on time.
Sherry dressed in a cute blouse that hid her breasts under a mass of frilly lace, and a skirt that reached to her dimpled knees. The outfit subtracted a couple of years and added an air of innocence that somehow made her more desirable than ever, and my cock twitched behind the trousers of the dark blue business suit I had dragged from deep in the closet.
She reached up to adjust my tie, and permitted me the luxury of a quick kiss, teasing me with "What would the Reverend Duff think?"
Our timing was perfect. We arrived at the neat brick structure just as the Sunday School classes were dismissed, and Teresa rushed out to greet us, babbling to Sherry, and giving me a secret smile that I had no trouble interpreting.
I introduced Sherry to several curious people before Fay Duffs warm hand closed about my arm and her firm right tit Jabbed a hard nipple against my shoulder. She didn't ease the pressure as I went through the social ritual, and I felt my prick beginning to stir dangerously. Sherry made matters worse by staring pointedly at the seemingly innocent connection and smiling knowingly.
"You two must sit with us," Fay insisted, moving about just enough to grind that hot breast against my bicep. "Karen and Belinda are just dying to meet this darling girl." She gave my arm a vicious squeeze. "She is just precious, Bradley!"
"Yes." I tried to keep the grin out of my voice. "She certainly is."
Teresa darted away long enough to find her brother and pull him over to meet Sherry, and he gave me a respectful nod before running his blue eyes up and down Sherry's figure.
Jimmy Savage was a little older than Teresa, a handsome lad with blond hair and broad shoulders that had earned him an enviable reputation on the high school football team. Perhaps it was my own dirty mind, but I was certain he wasn't thinking about football when his gaze lingered on the frilly lace, or when he held the slender hand Sherry extended until Teresa cleared her throat impatiently.
"Would it be an inconvenience," she asked, "if Jimmy and I dropped over for a while this afternoon?"
Sherry answered before I could gather my scattered wits. Fay was still trying to screw my arm with her nipple, and I felt like I should be anywhere except on the sun-drenched steps of a country church.
"We'd be delighted," Sherry assured them. "Wouldn't we, Uncle Brad?"
"Uh, yeah! Sure!" I nodded stupidly. I couldn't concentrate on anything with that fucking nipple searing through my coat and shirt.
"Aren't they well-behaved children?" Fay Duff chattered as Teresa and Jimmy disappeared in the milling congregation, "And so lovely! Carl and I always wanted a son. A fine young man like that would be such a joy!"
Again, my dirty mind translated her words to mean that she would welcome a big young cock in the family. I shifted my shoulder, letting her feel the returned pressure on that determined tit. She pushed back without a flicker of expression.
Fay Duff was a shade past thirty, but she had kept face and figure in mint condition. Perhaps, I mused, that was due to lack of use. Carl was a healthy specimen, and reasonably good-looking. But he was so damned much in love with his own voice that I had difficulty imagining him taking time out to screw.
Her hair was a dark auburn, with reddish highlights that made it shimmer when she tossed her head. Her face was just short of sensual, with widely spaced eyes and full lips, and her body was designed to absorb the most punishing assault of the male organ.
She finally eased the pressure on my arm, and steered me toward the doorway, reaching out to gather Sherry in. We made it down the aisle and into the pew just as a prune-faced woman of indeterminate age spread her fingers on the keyboard of the organ and the deep-throated tones roared skyward.
Karen and Belinda were already in their places, and Mrs. Duff took the occasion to jam her lush hip against mine, urging me into the pew, and holding Sherry back until she followed me.
Two young faces beamed at me, and two pairs of nubile breasts pushed four small nipples out in happy greeting. I found myself staring at their delicately rounded thighs as I murmured, "Hi, there!"
Two faces smiled, and two soft mouths moved soundless greetings. Then I was caught between Karen's hip and Fay's blatant pressure. Sherry was seated on the other side of Fay, and the pew filled rapidly beyond her.
I didn't know what to do with my hands. That is, I knew what I wanted to do with them, for Karen's small tits were only inches away, rising and falling in measured cadence, To my right, Fay's breast, mate to the one that had ravished my arm, presented a tempting target. But nothing reasonable came to mind.
I crossed my arms, and both Fay and Karen immediately crossed theirs. Hidden by our closely jammed bodies, I felt their warm fingertips brush tentatively against mine. Then, when I didn't move, the fingers became bolder, and I sat there, beaming about like a congenital idiot, while the preacher and his elder daughter slipped their hands into mine, fingers curled to tickle the palm.
Sure, it's an old-fashioned gesture. But it carried the message just as well as Western Union could have done. They knew what it meant, and I knew what it meant. I also knew that they knew what I meant when I squeezed both their hands with mine. I knew because of the way they squirmed their fingers into my grip.
The choir meandered through a couple of totally unfamiliar hymns, and a lantern-jawed farmer stumbled through a boring list of social events, finally adding that Mizz Pussilla Tighttwat would favor us with a solo. That's what it sounded like, although I knew the girl's name was Pricilla Tritott. My dirty mind was busy again.
The girl sang, not too badly, ringers wiggled in mine, and I developed a painful erection before the inevitable collection plate provided an opportunity to free myself while I groped for my wallet.
We stood for the final hymn before the sermon, and I hid my condition by jamming it against the back of the pew in front of us, a movement which brought a knowing smile from the observant Fay.
Carl Duff marched out from a hidden door as if to the strains of "Hail To The Chief" and stood beaming until the last sound of organ and shifting posteriors had faded.
I had to compliment the guy. He had picked the dullest possible subject, tossed out any remark that might prove faintly interesting, ignored any reasonably entertaining anecdotes and delivered the remainder in a monotonous thunder.
The minutes dragged by, and my butt went to sleep. I shifted it on the hard wood and Fay jolted me with her hip, pressing me closer against Karen's warm thigh. The girl, thinking the move was mine, jammed her body over. Their concerted assault left me suspended with my ass about an inch off the bench, my weight supported by mother and daughter as they sat with seemingly attentive faces, and I tried to wiggle my way back to a more comfortable seat.
The Reverend Duff ran out of platitudes and I ran out of patience at exactly the same moment. My ears ached and my ass had gone back to sleep again. I had trouble gaining my feet.
Belinda, the younger of the sisters, managed to squirm past Karen and whisper in my ear, her dark eyes flashing excitedly. "I'm jealous!"
"Why?" I asked innocently, looking down the front of her blouse where the small breasts shaped a delicate valley. I couldn't see the nippled tips, but I visualized them erect.
"You didn't sit next to me," she complained, running her pink pointy tongue across her upper lip.
"Ah," I said, making sense for the first time. "But I wanted to."
There wasn't time to tell her what it was I wanted to do, for Fay was chattering away to Sherry and trying to pull another rape job on my arm, this time with the other tit. I slid my bicep against the nipple as I turned to hear the tail-end of her remark.
"... be a terrible imposition. But we would be so grateful to you and Bradley, We won't be back until all hours."
Sherry gave me a wink as she answered, "It will give us a chance to get acquainted, Mrs. Duff, What time will you bring them over?"
"Who?" I asked stupidly. "What?"
"Carl is speaking to a group in Brightville tonight," Fay explained, punctuating her sentences with that stiff nipple, "and Sherry suggested that the girls stay with you tonight."
It was all I could do to hide my drooling. "It will be our pleasure."
"You can bet on that," Sherry added. But the suggestiveness escaped Fay. The girls hid their excitement behind innocent grins.
She and Carl would drop the girls off about five, she told us, and pick them up the next morning. Still talking a mile a minute, she followed us up the aisle and outside, relaying her plan to Carl as he shook hands with the departing congregation.
"The girls will enjoy it," he boomed. "Perhaps you can teach them a few things."
"About photography!" Sherry added quickly, her lips twitching. She convinced Carl that his sermon would be included in the world's best ten, and we finally escaped to the station wagon. There, she collapsed in a fit of giggling.
"If that poor woman only knew!" she gasped.
"That poor woman has been trying to seduce me ever since I moved here," I muttered defensively, setting the wagon in motion.
"But she doesn't suspect that you'd molest her darling daughters," Sherry insisted, reaching over to borrow my handkerchief and dabbing at her eyes. "Those kids are so hot they're ready to explode!"
I tried to look stern, but a grin destroyed the effect, "And you're suggesting that I light the fuse."
She wagged her head in denial. "Fm telling you that we will give them a few lessons. You're not going to have all the fun."
She reminded me that Teresa and Jimmy were coming over, and I felt a twinge of jealousy. "You seemed to think he was pretty nice," I observed, pulling into the drive and halting the wagon.
She smiled that little secretive smile before sliding off the seat. "I think he'll do admirably for what I have in mind." That's all she would say until they arrived.
I doubt that Jimmy had a license to drive the car he had put together from an assortment of parts which defied all the laws of internal combustion. But the monstrosity ran, and the local bluecoats ignored its ear-splitting roar and squealing takeoffs.
He wheeled the contraption into the drive as if it were the last lap of the Indianapolis 500, sliding to a stop only inches away from my rear bumper. Beside him, Teresa seemed as unconcerned as if her brother's driving was perfectly normal.
I welcomed them into the house, and Sherry offered to make some lemonade, a suggestion that prompted a look of horror on Jimmy's handsome face. He looked questioningly at Teresa, then back at me.
"Lemonade? For Christ's sake! Sis said you two were with it."
I cleared my throat. "You want something stronger?"
"Like, man, lemonade is for the geriatric scene!"
I nodded solemnly. To Sherry, I said, "Make it vodka and lemonade, and get Jimmy a couple of joints from my room."
Sherry's brows lifted, arid I added, "They're in the top right drawer of the dresser."
As Sherry went off to prepare the drinks, Teresa walked over and sat down on the arm of my chair, casually draping one arm about my neck and shoving her left tit into my ear. "I told Jimmy about us," she informed me.
I looked across at the boy as I tried to think of something more sensible to say than, "What about us?"
"Cool it, man," Jimmy drawled, flapping one hand as if shooing away a pesky fly. "If Sis wants to spread for you, it's no skin off my ass. I don't plan on broadcasting it."
His attitude left a lot to be desired, but it also opened up a most interesting list of possibilities. I pulled Teresa down onto my lap, settling her hot little bottom over my semi-hard cock, a contact that brought it rearing up with a swiftness that made her gasp in surprise.
"Just out of curiosity," I said, including them both with my eyes, "do you two make out?"
"No way!" Jimmy exclaimed, watching Teresa wiggle her ass until the crack fitted over my erection. "She's my sister!"
"I've tried to tell him he's being silly," Teresa murmured. "He won't even let me play with it." She pulled my hand up and pressed it against one of her warm little tits, and I tweaked the nipple. "Oh! Wow!"
Sherry bounced back into the room, carrying a tray with four tall glasses and two carefully rolled cigarettes. She had changed to an ultra short gown that accentuated, rather than concealed her delightful body, and Jimmy gave a whistle of admiration. He made a grab for her as she handed him a drink and the two joints, but she twisted aside with a quick flip of her boyish hips.
To Teresa, she said, "Your brother is the impatient type."
Jimmy started to light one of the cigarettes, and Sherry held up a restraining hand. "If we're really going to have fun, why don't we all get undressed?"
Jimmy groaned, "Honey, you don't waste time!"
Sherry gave a little bump in his direction. "Would you rather argue or fuck?" she asked flatly. His answer was a weak smile as he began unbuttoning his shirt.
Teresa helped me with my clothes, supplying another "Oh! Wow!" when my prick popped out from my descending trousers. Then she slipped out of her blouse and skirt, giving me the pleasure of sliding her bikini panties down to unveil that cute little pussy.
Jimmy unveiled a commendable and hardening prick that became even harder when he saw Teresa's panties slide down her tanned thighs. He may have been sincere about not wanting to screw his sister, but he certainly found the sight of her young cunt exciting.
Sherry had stood sipping her drink and watching us until we were all three naked. Then, still wearing the gown that hid her crotch, but let the nipples outline themselves in bold relief, she thumbed a table lighter and held it for Jimmy to light the joint.
He inhaled the pot deep, cupping his hand over nose and mouth to trap the exhalation for another deep drag. "Man!" he rasped. "This is real grass."
"The best," I assured him. "I wouldn't have any other kind."
Jimmy held out the glowing cylinder. "Want to try a joint, Sis?"
Teresa shook her head, stepping back until my cock was jammed against her ass cleft. "There's only one joint I'm interested in."
"Right on!" Jimmy grinned. "I want to see this!"
I wasn't at all pleased with the way things were going. If anybody was going to screw Sherry, I wanted it to be me. It didn't make sense that she would refuse to let me so much as touch that little pussy, but would let Jimmy shove his prod in there.
Teresa was wiggling her butt against me, tightening her buttocks to clamp my prick between them, and I was achingly ready to give her another sample of ball juice. But, damn it! I wanted to fuck Sherry.
She had driven me up the wall with her Charlie routine, and although I had thoroughly enjoyed humping her hot little fanny, I wanted the one thing she had refused to give me. However, if Jimmy was to be awarded the prize that was rightfully mine, I could at least watch his acceptance, and by utilizing Teresa's cozy muff, pretend I was the winner.
Jimmy burned his fingers on the first roach and quickly fired up the second, his eyes shining as he swallowed the pungent smoke. He ran his eyes up Sherry's thighs to where the gown hid her promising cunt, and he shook his cock with thumb and forefinger.
"This is for you, Sherry, baby!" he said. His voice was a little thick and his gaze a trifle unsteady. "Are you ready for it?"
Sherry had almost finished her drink, while Teresa and I were still working on ours, delayed by the pleasurable contact of our bodies. Now,, Sherry smiled at Jimmy over the rim of her glass.
"You don't know just how ready I am," she purred. "Finish that joint, and get on your back."
"On the rug?" Jimmy queried.
"When I lay this on you," Sherry murmured, "you won't give a fuck where you are."
Teresa whispered, "Oh! Wow!" and squeezed my cock harder.
As Jimmy stubbed the roach in the ashtray, Teresa slid to her knees, and I followed her down, kneeling between her calves with my prick angling upward toward the split of her wet cunt. When the boy stretched his muscular body out on the rug, I stretched Teresa's pussy with the head of my prong. Her sharp gasp drew her brother's eyes, and they widened as they watched my cock slide up into his sister's belly.
"Jesus!" he exclaimed. "How can you take all that?"
"Oh! Wow! I didn't think I could!" Teresa gasped. She shook her ass and settled the plump cheeks against my belly. "It's good!"
It was a mutual feeling, for her cunt was nibbling at the full length of my pole with hot contractions. She had taken me with greater ease, but she was still tight, and I struck bottom before the last half-inch was inside.
I didn't start stroking. Nor did Teresa demand it. We were both content to enjoy the exquisite pleasure of our meshed organs and watch Sherry as she discarded the glass and walked over to stand between Jimmy's spread legs.
"Close your eyes," she told him.
"What the hell!"
Her voice deepened and acquired a commanding tone I had not heard before. "Shut up and close your eyes!"
The boy gave her a look of mixed surprise and desire, and his eyes squeezed shut. She touched his foot with her toe.
"Draw your knees up, real high," she instructed, "and spread your legs."
His legs came up automatically. But his eyes flicked open as he exclaimed, "This is the goddamndest..."
"Do you want to be fucked?" Sherry demanded.
Staring at the boy over Teresa's arched back, my prick throbbing inside her juicy cunt, I was reminded of my dream. Charlie had assumed that same position, and the two bodies were equally attractive. Jimmy's cock was larger, but the little brown circle below his balls was identical.
"I just..." Jimmy said in a plaintive tone.
"Close your eyes!" Sherry repeated, her voice and posture adamant. "And keep them closed!"
The lashes flicked down again, and Jimmy stretched his arms out to either side, his pelvis reaching up in exaggerated strain. "Okay! Here I am! Ball me, baby!"
Sherry yanked the gown up and stripped it off over her black hair, revealing a long thick dildo strapped about her slender hips, its rubber shaft rising into a lifelike erectile stance as she made a quick adjustment of the straps and dropped to her knees between the boy's legs.
Gracefully, as if she had done it a thousand times, she leaned forward and aimed the heart-shaped head of the imitation cock at the striated circle of Jimmy's asshole.
"Oh! Wow!" Teresa whispered, and I halted any further comment by jabbing the bottom of her already fully packed cunt. I had loosened that hot channel with our Saturday morning romp, and it was relatively easy to work my prick in and out. So, I began fucking her with lazy strokes, watching Sherry adjust her knees on the carpet and grip that rubber cock as if it were the real thing. I made Teresa grunt by another hard jab as Sherry centered the dildo and rammed it home.
"WAIT! GODDAMN ... UUUNNNNHHH!"
Jimmy's asshole was already impaled on the hard shaft, and Sherry was driving the tool deeper by hunching her hips in short powerful thrusts. The boy's eyes bulged and his lips kept working after that first startled cry. His hands flew up to press against her descending body, and found the twin beauties of her hard nippled tits. His fingers curved about them, and his strong young legs wrapped helplessly about her arching waist.
Sherry's thick pubic bush tickled his balls, and as she finally shoved the full length of the rubber prick into his tail, her belly pressed down upon his throbbing cock, grinding its swollen bulk between them. The moment she had it all the way in, she began stroking, and Jimmy's ass jerked wildly as the prick slid in and out of his clenching anus.
I had seen girls use dildos on other girls. But this was the first time I had watched one use the lifelike cock on a male. The effect was such that I began fucking Teresa with a rhythm that brought her off in record time, and her hot pussy juice flooded about my prick and trickled-out onto my balls as I probed her spasming cunt.
Jimmy was grunting each time Sherry rammed the pole into him. But it was evidently feeling good, for he was using both arms and legs to lever his ass up for more, and Sherry was giving him every inch, her pink bottom tensing and relaxing in measured cadence.
I recalled how her finger had wiggled and stroked in my own asshole, and imagined what Jimmy must be feeling as the rubber dick massaged his prostate with every stroke. The thought sent a shudder through my balls and I poured the meat to Teresa with short vicious hunches that sawed through the lips of her gurgling cunt too fast for her to keep up. All she could do was shake her hips from side to side as her pussy convulsed in a string of climaxes that left her sobbing with pleasure, and her cunt mushy and sopping wet, its undulating tissues clinging like hungry leeches to my hammering piston.
Sherry had Jimmy's mouth covered with hers, and I knew her well enough to conclude that she was working on his tongue with the same avidity she was displaying in her anal reaming. But the lad yanked his lips free as his ass bucked under her steady pounding, and he screamed his passion.
"OH, SHIT, BABY ... I'M GONNA BLOW ... FUCK ... FUCK ... GODDAMN ... OH, GODDAMN ... FUCK ME ... HARDER ... FUCK ME! GIMME THAT BIG MOTHERFUCKER!"
Teresa's cunt squeezed my prick as she stared across at her brother's twisting, hunching ass. "Oh! Wow!" she hissed as my come splashed into her convulsing cervix.