Chapter 6
Even if Teresa and I hadn't been totally concerned with our own orgasms, we wouldn't have seen Jimmy's prick spill its load of cream. Sherry had lowered her swaying breasts onto his chest, and trapped his cock tightly between their bellies, rolling her hips to work the hilted dildo in his ass. The pelvic motion massaged his jerking dong as it spurted the thick semen, each volley given an extra ejaculatory force by the thrust of the rubber prick against his prostate.
The boy's hips lurched and he cried out as his sperm lanced through his shaft, and he added his own pelvic gyrations to Sherry's hunches, grinding his well-filled anus about her make-believe cock until his balls were drained.
It was a temporary condition. By the time I began stroking Teresa's gurgling slit again, Sherry had pumped Jimmy's prong into a fresh hardness. Ignoring his protests, she pulled the ramrod from his tail, urging him onto his side, and motioning for me to disimpale the panting Teresa.
Then, while the lad stared in helpless fascination and desire, his sister crawled across the carpet to stretch her young body beside him, raising one leg to slide it across his heavy thigh as she pressed her hot cunt, made slick by my semen, onto his equally slippery prick.
A look of surprise, excitement and undeniable pleasure spread across Jimmy's face as Teresa slid the lips of her pussy all the way to the root of his shaft, and began fucking him with easy movements of her slender hips.
With a choked cry, he pulled her closer, answering the thrust of her pelvis with a powerful surge of his own, burying his cock in the snug channel that had not been able to contain all of mine.
Sherry, who had remained kneeling on his other side, now lay down behind him, refitting the dildo in his well-stretched ass and driving it home with one determined shove.
Jimmy was sucking Teresa's tongue when the cock filled his colon, and he gave a nasal whine as he hilted his own rod more firmly in Teresa's slit. She could handle all seven inches, and she murmured happily as his pubic arch jammed tightly against hers.
Two rosy female rumps awaited my selection, each moving in a slow circling, the firm cheeks flexing and quivering. My prick was still slippery from Teresa's juicy box, and I should have no difficulty entering either girl. I looked at Sherry, and she nodded toward Teresa's curved bottom.
"See if she can take two dicks," Sherry murmured. Her lips curved. "Or would you rather try Jimmy's ass? He'd like it a lot more if this was a real cock."
Jimmy couldn't help hearing what she said. But he gave no sign of disagreement. I had no intention of doing it, yet I couldn't suppress the quick flash of desire as I thought of how true Sherry's statement was. Obviously, Jimmy thoroughly enjoyed having the dildo pumping his tail, just as I had enjoyed Sherry's wiggling finger in mine. It was easy to imagine how a hard hot cock would feel, throbbing and pulsating as it slid in and out.
He would be able to feel the hot semen blast its thick wetness into the sensitive corridor, and the orgasmic spasms of the prick would massage his prostate as it hurled his own come upward from his taut balls.
I wagged my head. "You're doing a good job," I grinned, lying down and slipping the head of my prick between Teresa's buttocks. With one leg raised high, her tiny anus was already exposed. I centered my knob and gave a tentative push.
With a grunt, she rammed her hips hard against Jimmy's, and I followed the retreat to force the head into the slowly yielding circle, feeling it nibble at the glans in helpless shuddering. As she relaxed the tense muscles, I pushed again, and the knob slipped through the sphincter, sliding up into her tail as I continued the determined pressure.
Jimmy still held her tongue. So all she could do was try to voice her reaction around it, and it came out as an easily translatable "OOOHHHH " ... OWWWW!"
I expected her ass to be tight, for Jimmy's prick was packing the adjacent channel. But I hadn't expected to feel the throbbing cock so plainly. It was as if we were both in the same corridor, and I was sliding in alongside his. Each time I gained another inch, his tool would jerk, slamming against mine and making it swell in pleasurable response.
Teresa, after that first muffled exclamation, only groaned and clenched her teeth, trying to loosen her internal muscles as our combined cocks stretched them to their limit. My prick jolted past the head of Jimmy's dick to slide another two inches into the mushy grip before my belly collided with the girl's trembling rump. I gave a little grunt of satisfaction. I was balls deep in her spasming asshole.
The kids were sandwiched between us, their young bodies beginning to squirm with the excitement of their own meshed organs, and from the hard shafts that filled their colons. Added to the double fuck was the incestuous nature of their union. Jimmy had denounced it before he became fully aroused, while Teresa had shown only eagerness to ball her handsome brother. Now that Jimmy was in his sister, he was obviously willing to go all the way.
A little jab of Sherry's dildo started Jimmy's hips to moving, fucking his cock in and out of Teresa's vagina, its flexing tissues still slippery with my come. The girl worked her own ass cooperatively, and there was little for Sherry and me to do but relax and enjoy the slide of their clenching assholes on our prongs.
Each time either of them pulled back, they forced their tails onto the thick insertions, and when they retreated from the filling of their rears, they filled Teresa's cunt with sibling cock.
I stopped wondering about Sherry's reasons, and settled down to the more personal matter of my own pleasure, finding it intensifying each time my prick plunged into Teresa's clenching bottom.
I was acutely aware of Jimmy's cock, just as I knew he was aware of mine. I could feel each convulsive tremor of the shaft through the thin membrane that separated us, and our in-and-out motions provided a constant massage of the tightly pressed underbellies, each one throbbing with lust as we stroked toward a come that would flood the excited Teresa fore and aft.
Sherry was arched against Jimmy's back, hunching almost twice as fast as he was pumping his cock into Teresa's pussy. I didn't have to see her lovely body in motion. I could feel each thrust of the dildo as Jimmy's prostate reacted by making his prick jerk, and its shudders caressed my ventral ridge, causing my cock to pulsate as it drove deep into Teresa's grinding anus.
The girl had climaxed when Jimmy's tool first stretched her cunt, and she came again when I packed her rear entrance. After that, she simply worked from one orgasm to the next, her intestine convulsing with hot suction as her belly spasmed repeatedly under our relentless fucking.
I slipped a hand between them to clasp a firm warm breast, and Jimmy's fingers drifted down his sister's curved bottom to flutter lightly against my prick each time it emerged from its juicy nest. Then, as if gaining confidence from that fleeting contact, his hand slipped beneath her buttocks, the palm shaping a warm cup for my balls. They had been shoving with gentle pressure against his own tight globes, now they rolled into his curved fingers with each thrust of my cock into Teresa's oily grip.
It was a strange experience. With our pricks sliding against each other, the tissue-thin membrane seeming to fade as our excitement grew, it felt as if they were both in the same channel. Jimmy's fondling of my swollen sac became a significant part of our shared pleasure, particularly when he began slipping his fingers behind them as I drove forward, pressing them against his own with a slight twist that was extremely pleasant.
In order to bring our testicles together, we had to regulate our strokes, entering Teresa's cunt and anal orifices at the same time, and withdrawing in concert. This double filling and emptying sent Teresa's hips into an uncontrollable writhing as climax after climax roared through her belly, the tremors squeezing our cocks with hot shudders, and her intestinal juices laving my prick with a wet heat that made it feel almost as juicy as dripping cunt.
Surprisingly, it was Sherry who triggered the orgasm both Jimmy and I were trying to delay. She began reaming his ass with deep furious jabs, and the rapid massage of his prostate demanded a release of his seething sperm. He rammed his cock to the hilt in Teresa's cunt, and I felt it swell and convulse as his semen shot through the shaft to bathe her greedy womb-mouth. The girl's glands exploded with a violence that made me gasp, for every muscle in her ass was working, and no two portions of the tight sleeve provided the same sensation.
Her sphincter spasmed in rapid gripping, while the super-heated walls of her intestine seemed to ripple inward along my prick. The head, shoved as far as I could ram it into her belly, was sucked by a churning mass of slipping, sliding tissue that seemed to bathe my knob in fiery wetness, yet draw my own come upward with its rhythmic tugs.
Jimmy was halfway through his own release when my prick leaped in its first ejaculatory spurt. As he felt the sudden jolt against his spitting cock, he gave a strangled cry, and his fingers squeezed my balls as if to force the sperm from them with even greater force.
Teresa, groaning with the unbearable delight of her brother's semen spilling into her womb, now felt my hot sperm lancing up into her ass, a sensation far more acute than that of her pussy. To the involuntary contractions of her vagina and intestine, she added the frantic gyrations of her agile pelvis, working her hips to achieve the maximum from both hilted cocks.
It was a subdued Jimmy who lay back gasping as Sherry and Teresa left us for a quick shower. He glanced at my flaccid and juice-coated cock, and Ms face reddened slightly.
"I hope you didn't, like, get the wrong idea," he murmured.
I grinned innocently. "About what?"
"You know, man," he said, groping for the proper words. "I let Sherry ball me with that rubber dung, and I, like, kinda flipped your nuts around. I don't want you thinking I'm gay."
"I didn't think anything about it," I said lightly, "except that I liked it."
He grinned, refusing to meet my eyes. "Yeah," he agreed. "It was a real trip."
I couldn't resist asking, "Wonder how it would have been if Sherry and I had traded places?"
His head lifted and his blue eyes almost crossed in concentration. His tongue slid out, then in again, his lips folding inward before he spoke.
"Want to know something, man? I was hoping you would,"
He started to amplify the remark, but Sherry's voice halted him by calling, "You two can have the shower! We're through."
He stood up, stretching his muscular young body and flexing his buttocks, the cheeks still red from Sherry's prolonged pounding. He gestured. "Come on, let's wash off the evidence."
"You go ahead," I told him. "I'll have a drink while you're showering."
It was only after the two were gone, and Sherry and I were alone that I admitted why I hadn't joined him in the shower. Even then, it was Sherry who put it into words.
"You wanted to fuck him," she said, making the idea sound perfectly normal. "Didn't you?"
I glared at her, defensive because she had seen through my pretended disinterest, and because I felt it made me somehow less masculine, yet unable to deny such a gut-wrenching urge.
"Yes," I growled. "Goddamn it, yes! I did!"
She walked over and gave me a soft kiss, touching me only with her lips. "You men are such idiots," she said gently. "Girls have fun together and think nothing about it. But if a boy does it with another boy, they both think they've done something terrible."
I wanted to change the subject. Quickly and definitely. There was still a hint of the Victorian in my makeup, preventing many experiments I might otherwise have tried, and I was becoming increasingly uncomfortable.
"Why don't we take a look at those pictures we made yesterday?" I suggested. Anything that would make her stop looking at me with those penetrating eyes.
"Why don't we wait until tonight for that?" she countered. "I want to see how Karen and Belinda react to them."
"My god!" I exclaimed. "You want to show them those shots?"
She had walked across the room and was adjusting one of the drapes. Now she turned and gave me a saucy grin. "Can you think of a better way to soften them up? Don't tell me you're having second thoughts about girls too!"
"Lay off, for Christ's sake!" I exploded. "We've all got our goddamned hangups! I suppose you're going to tell me you didn't get it off when you used that dildo on Jimmy! And that 'Charlie' shit you laid on me! If that's not a hangup, I've never seen one. I've gone along with your refusal to let me so much as touch your pussy. Why the hell can't you accept the simple fact that I don't want to make it with another guy?"
She merely smiled at my outburst. "But you said you wanted to fuck him," she reminded me.
I stamped to the door, slamming it behind my angry exit.
"Shit!"
I barricaded myself in the studio, sketching a few ideas for future strips, the pen moving automatically over the drawing paper. Suddenly, I became aware that I had drawn a handsome man with a physique like a Greek statue, and an impossibly long cock. The thing that made me slam the pen down with a curse was the partner I had given him. The man was bending over the plump posterior of a startlingly young boy, sliding his engorged phallus up the kid's ass!
Hell! Even my subconscious was against me!
Sherry knocked on the door, opening it to poke her head into the room and give me a questioning grin. She held up one .hand with two fingers extended in the familiar sign.
"Peace?" she asked softly.
The residue of my anger faded. I made a circle of fingers and thumb, and used the other hand to piston my forefinger in and out. "Piece!" I chuckled. "Isn't it about time for the kids?"
"That's why I interrupted," she answered, stepping into the room. She had changed outfits again. The dress was conservative, and it gave her that young innocence I found so damnably appealing. My prick began pushing against my trousers and I swung my legs out from beneath the desk to give her a look at what she had caused.
Her eyes went wide and one hand flew to her mouth in pretended shock. "Why! Mr. Crossman!" she exclaimed. "What kind of girl do you think I am?" Then, with no change in expression, she chorused with me, "The kind I'd like to fuck!"
We were both laughing as I accompanied her back to the living room, nodding my approval of the job she had done removing all evidence of our recent frolic.
"Dinner's going to be a problem," she confided, smoothing the dress over her thrusting tits. "I'm sure the kids will have eaten before they come over."
"If you're thinking about me," I told her, "forget it. I'll settle for some sandwiches later on. How about you?"
She shrugged, making the front of the dress move in a most interesting way. "I'm in no rush." Her lips curved. "I don't believe those girls are going to be thinking about food."
I asked the question that had been bugging me, "Where the hell did you get that dildo?"
"I bought it, silly," she smiled. "I don't look like a little girl all the time. We took a trip just after Christmas last year, and I found a store where they had everything you could think of. I got two dicks, the one I used on Jimmy and a smaller one." Her eyes sparkled. "I'll show it to you later. It's a battery job. You know the kind. It vibrates like crazy when you switch it on. And it has a pair of rubber balls that you can fill with any kind of liquid and make it shoot." She suddenly giggled.
"What's so funny?"
"This girl friend of mine, back home. She's a really snotty bitch, and she's told a lot of lies about me. Well, she heard about my dildos, and she wanted to try them out. I got her so hot she couldn't stand it. You know, we played around before I put it on."
She went off into another fit of giggling, then continued. "I stuck it in and pumped her right up to a real goodie of a come. Then, just as she started squealing, I gave her a shot of ice-water!"
I shivered as I laughed. "You really are a bitch!"
She shoved her tongue out at me. "Yeah! But you like the way I give head."
A lightning bolt of desire zipped through my balls. "Say it the other way!" I demanded in a soft voice.
She licked her full lips, slowly and voluptuously, her eyes dropping to where my prick stood throbbing against my slacks. "You like the way I suck that big juicy cock!" she murmured, rolling the words as if they were the substitutes for the thing she wanted most.
If Carl Duff had been just two minutes later pulling into the driveway, I would have had my dick in Sherry's mouth, for the brief exchange had turned us both on, and she was just as willing as I was eager.
"Damn!" I groaned, willing my erection to subside and finding the effort quite futile. "What do I do this?"
"Why don't you ask Mrs. Duff?" Sherry asked impishly. "I'll bet she could think of three places without even trying. Christ! That woman is really hot for you."
"I'm not worried about her," I hissed. "I can't walk out there and meet Carl like this!"
Sherry extended a hand to pat the bulge. "Relax," she said. "Go lock yourself in the darkroom, and I'll handle everything."
As I hurried toward the door, she called after me, "Don't lose that! We may need it later on."
Her soft laughter followed me through the house.