Chapter 3
Matthew saw right away what Sarah had noticed about Marianne's casuals. Marianne wore low-cut hip huggers, lavendar again, that exposed her belly and the dimples on her lower back. Matt could see the panties she wore leaving a scanty silhouette all the way around her hips. The hip huggers were sheer enough for him to see that the panties were black. Marianne's blouse was a matching lavendar and tied loosely in a knot beneath her breasts. Matthew tried in vain to make out some outline of a brassiere beneath the sheer blouse but he couldn't really see one.
Dinner was served. They all ate heartily and talked vivaciously. Marianne seemed to fit right in.
It was now that Marianne began to put her plan to work. After dinner they all sat and talked a while and then decided to play some music. All this time Marianne was quite high on the weed and feeling no pain. She purposely paid more and more attention to Matthew and finally asked him to dance. To Marianne's surprise Matthew was a very good dancer. His body moved rhythmically to every beat and his moves were instinctively sexual.
Lisa had a date that night and left early. Sarah who was still high didn't dance but watched Matt and Marianne. She, too, was mellow and still feeling some of the same deep sexual urges that Marianne was feeling. Sarah fought herself, though, by going into the kitchen and washing the dishes.
Marianne and Matthew took a break and were looking at some of the books Sarah had bought for him. Marianne was learning from Matt's comments what turned him on.
Sarah came back into the living room with her sweater on.
"Marianne, I don't have a thing to drink in the whole house. I'll be right back."
"Oh, don't on my account, Sarah."
"Marianne, I want something to drink!" Marianne laughed along with Matthew.
"I'll be back in twenty minutes," said Sarah.
"Come on, Matt," Marianne said after Sarah left, "let's dance some more. It's been so long I forgot how much I enjoyed it."
"Okay, Marianne. What do you want to hear?"
"I'll pick something out, but whatever we do let's stop looking at all these books about sex and screwing. After a while it gets me a little horny."
Matthew laughed self-consciously.
"And I wouldn't want to gobble you right up the very first time I laid eyes on you," said Marianne as she giggled and leaned against Matt girlishly.
It was then that Marianne stole a quick glance at the young boy's crotch. His pants were nicely full but Marianne saw only a slight expansion from earlier. She put on some soul ballads. By the time the album clicked onto the turntable Marianne had Matt's eyes riveted to her body. No one was there to make him keep up appearances, so Matthew looked right at her nipples which poked into her blouse. He looked right at her belly and down to her hips and pussy. Marianne proudly let him gape at the way her pussy mound pooched out against the tight hip huggers. Marianne knew a young boy stud was in front of her but his candid gaze was that of a man, which even Matthew did not realize.
When the soul began, Marianne molded into Matt's body. Matthew led her expertly. When the next number started Marianne put Matthew's left arm around her waist along with his right. She then wrapped both her arms around his neck.
Then Marianne tortured Matthew wickedly. Sometimes she played her nipples against his chest delicately, for now her nipple buds were hard and springy. Sometimes she just let her firm massive breasts mash into him. Matt felt his chest being smothered by these two brown pillows. A few times Marianne let her pussy mound melt into his crotch. Slowly she worked into him, trying not to make her pressure seem like one movement but rather like an effect of the music.
Marianne soon felt Matthew's penis growing down his pantleg. All this time Marianne kept up a whisper-like flow of her hot moist breath against Matt's earlobe. Occasionally Matthew quivered right there in her arms, unashamed and helpless. Marianne felt Matthew unsuccessfully suppressing his sighs.
Matthew lost track of time. Marianne did not. She must put Matthew in the mood for his future seduction and worry about Sarah later. Marianne began to tease him. First she stood on her tiptoes as another ballad began. Matthew was held still. Marianne put her lips to his ear and began blowing and kissing and nipping him. She took his entire ear into her mouth and licked it over and over. Matt could only hold her more tightly and feel his body humming against her hot chocolate skin.
Marianne didn't let him go. Slowly she brushed her lips onto his cheek and around to his chin and then ever so slowly upward to his lips. Matt was motionless except for the quivering he could not help. Marianne brushed his lips with hers and then slithered her tongue between his yielding lips.
Marianne's hips were rolling almost unnoticeably but they were pressing into Matthew and squeezing his balls and cock. Marianne was high enough to be able to feel his cock growing further down his pants.
Matthew drowned in her kiss but could still feel her cunny mound rubbing against him and her breasts and nipples mashing and digging into him. As Marianne plunged her tongue deeper into his mouth, Matt began to respond like the man he really was. He felt his own tongue circling hers and molding into its wet contours. Matthew felt Marianne's first shivering, uncontrolled twitch.
Soon Marianne felt his fingertips tracing her hips and thighs and then cupping her wide firm asscheeks. She felt them venturing around to her bellybutton and then upward where his hands wrapped softly around her breasts.
Marianne stopped. She drew her lips away and let down off her tiptoes.
"Let's dance some more, Matthew, honey," she said breathlessly into his ear. "Oh, that was wonderful, big man. I just couldn't help kissing you, you naughty dude. I'll bet you keep all the girls and ladies in the neighborhood squealing underneath you all the time."
"Underneath me? Oh, yeah! I mean, not really, Marianne."
"Oh, come on, Matty. You can tell Marianne."
"Really, I don't, Marianne. Honest!"
"Honest!?" she feigned surprise.
"Honest!" Matt replied in genuine innocence. "I'm only fourteen, Marianne."
"But you're so big. Look at these muscles and-" she continued while she slipped her hand down to his pants, "-feeeeeel this big hard thick penis down here."
Matthew quaked in her knowing touch.
"Look how long and big around it is," said Marianne as she wrapped her hand around the bulge in the material.
Marianne could really feel it growing now.
"Matthew! My goodness! It's growing in my hand!"
"I can't help it, Marianne. Oh, please, stop!"
"But why, loverboy?"
"Marianne! Please!"
Marianne stroked him ever so slowly while he begged.
"PLEASE!!"
"It's all right, honeyman," she said, still stroking. "We don't have time to fuck now. Your momma is due back. But I don't want my loverman to be horny. So let Marianne just jack you off a little, okay, baby? I'll make it feeeeeel soooooooo gooooood!!"
Marianne concentrated now on Matt's bulging cockhead.
"Oh, Marianne!!"
"Just let yourself come, babydoll. Just let it all shooooot out, big man!" she whispered to him.
"OH!! OHH!! OOOHHH!! MARIANNE!!"
"Spurt it out, Matty! Shoot it out for me!!"
'OOOOOOHHH, IT'S CUUUMMIINNNGG I!"
"Squirt it, you sweet little loverboy!!"
Marianne felt his cock jolting in her grasp and his cum soaking through the material around his prickhead.
"For you are going to be my loverboy, Matthew."
"OH, YESSS, MARIANNE!! YES! OOHHH, IT'S SOOOO HOT!!"
"You sweet wet thing. You wet your pants, Matty!"
"OH, MARIANNE, DON'T TEASE ME! OH, IT'S STILL SHOOTING, CCUUUMMMIINNG! AAHHGGNN! AAHH!! AHHHHNNN!!"
"Shooot it, lover! Shoot it up my pussy-someday. Or some night, honeyman!"
It was then that they both heard Sarah driving back. Matthew panicked but Marianne took charge.
"Matthew, go into the bathroom and clean yourself off. When you come back out keep your shirt tail out and you can take off your tie. Here, let me."
Marianne took off his tie. Not too quickly but in plenty of time for Matthew to get into the bathroom.
"I'll take off my shoes and change the records. Your mother will think we're just beginning to get relaxed."
Matthew was quaking in in Marianne's arms. "Matthew, calm down! Everything is all right, honey!"
Marianne rose up and kissed him again. Then she nudged him toward the bathroom.
The threesome stayed up quite late. Marianne and Sarah drank quite enough to keep themselves happy and they even let Matthew have some. They all danced and talked and laughed boisterously. Marianne left at two in the morning. First she had to help Sarah out of her clothes and into bed. She noticed how Matthew looked at his mother's lush body while he helped lift her into the bed. Sarah had gotten drunk for the first time ever. It was then that Marianne teased Matthew out to her car with a firm squeeze of his cock beneath his untucked shirt.
"Get in the other side so we can talk a while, lover."
Marianne then discussed her plans to paint her apartment. She told Matt he could earn a little extra money if he helped her.
"I might even let you fuck me, loverman."
Matthew gaped, his gaze wandering over her breasts.
Marianne stared back at him frankly. "Do you like them, Matthew?"
Matthew bit his lip and hoped she wouldn't tease him forever.
Marianne scooted in beside Matthew. She still restrained herself. First Marianne reached up and slowly pulled apart the ends of the lavendar bow that tied her blouse in under her tits. She let the ends hang there, not yet apart completely. The chocolate skin between her breasts was Matthew's to behold. She smiled at him.
"More?" she offered.
Matthew shook visibly there beside her.
With two delicate fingers on each lavendar end Marianne drew the material apart fully. Her big brown titties burst into view. Then she arched her back gracefully and her hardening nipple buds beckoned to the boy stud beside her. Marianne's nipple buds pointed out like thimbles. The large almost brown-black area surrounding the buds grew little lumps of excitation and the only things causing it were the cool breeze through the car window and the hot eyes of Matthew.
Marianne slipped her palm around Matt's neck and massaged him gently.
"Do you like them now?"
"Oh, yes, Marianne!"
Marianne nudged him with her hand. Matthew feared it was all too good to be true and held back momentarily. Marianne persuaded him by turning to face him and then cupping one of her breasts to breast feed him. She kneaded and tweaked the nipple into a longer, harder little peg of brown flesh and then held the whole breast up to him.
"Oh, Marianne!" he sighed as his head descended.
"Don't 'Oh, Marianne' me, Matthew. Suck me. Suck my big round titties good. That's right. Like that. Your lips are so wet and warm on my nipples, oooooooo, loverman! Suck meeeee!!!"
Matthew listened but did not answer. His penis grew hard and long once again. Once again, Marianne squeezed his cock.
"Already?! Why you big-dicked stud you!"
Matthew sucked and teethed on her nipple, feeling its hardness and length, while Marianne once more had the head of his stiff prick between her two knowing fingers.
"Now the other one, sweet lips," she teased.
Matthew kissed her in her deep cleavage before reaching the other nipple with his lips.
"Oh, my, yes, Matthew! Oh, suck it, baby!"
Matthew was so enthralled in her smothering breasts that he did not realize it when Marianne had worked his pants open and extracted his rigid cock.
Marianne said to him as she gently lifted his head away from her gratefully aching and teeth-marked bosom, "Now lean back against the seat, loverboy. There! That's the way. My, my, look at this big devil!"
Marianne stared at his darkly purpled manhood. It thrust out at least six inches from his pants which covered some more of it at the base. It was twitching, too.
Marianne slid one hand slowly up his leg while he watched. Her hand circled his prick and pressed against his balls. Then without touching him except for his pubic hair she ovaled her fingers around his cock and traveled up its length and then back down again. She repeated this several times-slowly-until Matthew, whose whole body was taut and quivering, felt her enclosing fingers and palm barely scraping his prepuce and underskin. At her first grazing touch he bolted electrically.
"OOOHHH!!! OH!! OH!!!" Matthew yelped.
Marianne offered him no solace. She merely smiled up at him wickedly, knowing his pleasure-plight and not about to help him out of it.
Matthew's arms were over the backs of the seats as if tied there. He was holding on for life, looking down at Marianne as she began to lean down over his cockhead.
Huskily she said, "And now let's show Marianne just how much jism you've really got for her in these big balls."
Nimbly her fingers held his prick still and pulled back the skin, stretching it to a supersensitive tautness. Marianne then with her other hand cupped one of her titties and leaned completely over Matt's prick. Matt watched wide-eyes as her nipple bud poked and prodded and tweaked, itself against his prickhead. She brushed it over his prepuce and his peehole-cumhole. Then she turned her head and looked up at him into his dancing eyes, never stopping her unerring manipulations over his raw, blood-gorged cockhead.
Suddenly Matthew's breath rushed in and held.
"Marianne, I can't hold it much longer!"
"Oh, what a shame!" she teased him bitchily.
Marianne then lowered her hand from his head to his balls. She pulled down on them and squeezed them. They ached with boiling spermy pleasure. She smiled up at him and slipped her tongue out of her full-lipped mouth. She wetted her lips so juicily it caused a drool of spittle to drip from her lower lip down onto her chin where it shined in the moonlight and then dropped onto his prick.
"What ... , what are you gg ... , going to do, Mari ... , Marianne?" Matthew choked out.
Marianne turned her head sideways and lowered her lips to his throbbing cockhead. Her lips ran up and down his length and settled on his blood-red prepuce. She sucked air like a vacuum. Matthew's most sensitive folds of cockhead flesh were sucked through her lips. Marianne flicked her tongue repeatedly against his imprisoned skin. Matthew sighed and his eyes closed on their own. He moaned out, "OOOOOOHHHHHHNNNNNN!!"
Matthew's hips bucked up and he forced his eyes open again. Marianne still eyed him lewdly, smolderingly. Matthew could see a huge drop of pre-cum giggling like clear Jell-O atop his cumhole and Marianne's lips almost sucked it in along with his prepuce. All of a sudden Marianne smiled at him even as she sucked and tongue-flicked him inside her mouth.
"Oh, you beautiful black bitch, I'm gonna cum now, Momma. OH, BABY, I'M GOONA CUM NOW!! OHHH, MARIANNE!!"
Matt's first cumshot oozed out of his prickhead and drooled down to Marianne's suctioning lips. The next one Marianne helped squeeze out. It shot up onto her cheek. Matthew's legs jolted and stiffened like oak logs. Just as Marianne felt him spurting again, she squeezed his throbbing balls and slipped her cum-smeared lips upward and over his whole cockhead.
"OH, MOMMA MARIANNE!!! OHHHNN, MARIANNE!! OH, NO, MARIANNE, NO!!!"
Matthew felt his next shot of cream splash into her wide mouth. As his cum shots squirted out, he watched her swallow his cock length deeper and deeper into her mouth. Matthew saw her swallowing and gulping as her lips descended. He saw a little of the excess cum dribbling out of the corners of her thick-lipped mouth. Matthew moaned out from the thrillings and throbbings of watching and feeling this sensual black bitch Marianne make him cum.
"OH, MARIANNE, STOP!! I CAN'T KEEP CUMMING LIKE THIS!"
Her sucking and tonguing continued."
"MARIANNE!!!! OOHH, AAAHHNNNGGKK!!"
Matthew came and came and came until he was dry. But still he pumped and bucked his powerful hips as if attached to an electric chair. Marianne swallowed every drop and then licked his whole big cock clean of all his slippery cummings. Then as Marianne rose up they could both see Matthew's turgid prick glistening in the pale light of the moon. There was still that one streak of his cum drying on her cheek and one tiny drop at each corner of her mouth.
"I'm not going to lick my lips either, loverman. I'm going to let you help me," she said as she leaned close to him.
Marianne then began a French kiss with Matthew that he thought would smother him forever. He had never kissed much and never like this, to be sure. Her hands still stroked his cock and the kissing kept him hard and ready even after his balls seemed empty. He could taste the tanginess of his own cum mixed with Marianne's sweet saliva and her glossy lipstick. It tasted heavenly and he wanted more as soon as she would let him have it.
Marianne finally sat back and gazed at Matthew with admiration. Her hands left his prick, but not her eyes.
"I can't believe it's still so hard, Matty love!"
"I can't help it, Marianne. It's what you do to
"Hhhhhmmmmm, nice, Matty," she said, giving it one last stroke which caused it to jump in her delicate hand. "Ooooooo, my!" she squealed.
Then with difficulty Marianne crammed his cock back into his pants and zipped them up. Still more cum oozed out and made her fingers sticky as she did this. Finally she coaxed him out of the door and tugged him down to the window for one last goodnight kiss.
"When do you want to help me paint, Matthew?"
"Whenever you want me to, Marianne," Matthew replied eagerly.
Marianne started up the engine.
"Hadn't you better tie your front back up, Marianne?"
"What for?" she said as she backed out the driveway. "Nightie, night, loverman," she called to him.
Matthew just stood there dumbly. He could only imagine those magnificent breasts freely jouncing and swaying up and down and side to side uncovered and darkly, stiffly nippled as she drove home, only wishing he were there with his head in her lap teasing them and sucking and tonguing and mouthing them until the buds were like pegs on a child's play board.
Matthew couldn't go back in the house now. He just wanted to take a walk. When he was a block away he turned to see his stepfather's car driving up to the house. He was glad he wasn't home then. He hoped he wasn't drunk because he knew then Owen would find some excuse to wake up his mother and give her a beating.
Matthew walked for an hour. He didn't want to go home but he did. Matthew could hear Owen carrying on as he approached the house. Once inside he listened.
"I don't ever want you to invite that black slut back here again! Do you hear me? I don't want any niggers in my house! Got it, you bitch!"
Matthew heard the slap of a hand against his mother's tender cheek. He stood there rigid. The only thing that kept him from rushing in and beating hell out of Owen was his mother's past requests not to interfere. Owen got out of hand sometimes, she'd said, but it wasn't anything she couldn't handle. Matthew was not convinced.
Sarah was crying. "She's a friend, Owen. I didn't have to tell you anything about it. At least I was honest. Please, Owen, please . ... NOOOOO!!!"
Matthew heard him hit her again.
"Don't ever start lying to me either, you fucking whore! Get your hands down!"
Matthew heard scuffling and then another solid slap. Right then Matthew almost turned and burst in to his mother's defense.
"Please, Owen! The children might hear you!"
Matthew held himself back once again.
"Okay, my little nigger lover, if you don't want them to get an earful, strip down and get yourself on all fours. I'm going to teach you once and for all!"
Matthew heard from his mother only her sobs of degradation. Then he heard the jingling of change in Owen's pants pocket and its abrupt halt as it hit the floor.
"Get your face down in that pillow, bitch. They won't hear anything then."
Matthew imagined the beauty of his mother's large breasts mashed into the bedding and her asscheeks protruding above. Then he heard Owen spanking her with his belt and her muffled cries. Matt could not stand listening any longer. He rushed into his room and stood by the door in darkness. He felt his prick throbbing again. It hadn't really ever stopped since Marianne sucked him off. Then Matthew heard something move close by. It was coming from his bed.
"Matthew, it's me, Lisa," she whispered.
"What are you doing in here, Lisa?"
"I'm scared, Matthew. Owen scares me. He shouted at me and raised his fist at me when I came home late. He swore at me and called me dirty names ... and ... then ... ," Lisa said, sobbing.
Matthew went over to the bed and touched Lisa.
"And now he's beating her, Matthew, beating our mother!"
"Calm down, Lisa, I'm here now. Don't worry. They've quieted down now, haven't they?"
"But Owen's doing something awful to Mommy. I just know he is, Matty!"
"Mom will be all right. You'll see. Right now let's you and I just go to bed together and early in the morning you can go back to your room so no one will know you slept here with me. Okay?"
"Oh, could I, Matty? You're the greatest little brother a girl could have. Wait for me. I'll be back."
Lisa got up and went through the door to her adjoining bedroom. Matt's eyes had adjusted enough to see she hadn't undressed yet. She'd been too frightened.
Matthew switched on his small night lamp and began changing into his pajamas, taking his time so as not to make any noise. Usually he only wore the tops but this time he wore a pair of boxer shorts with them. After all, he thought, Lisa isn't a little girl any more.
Just as he was putting them on, Lisa came back through the open door with her nightie on. Matt hurriedly turned away and fastened the snaps on his shorts. Lisa stopped as she saw him, catching her breath slightly at the quick glimpse she'd had of his extremely large penis.
Matthew got between the covers and looked at his sister. She was wearing a light yellow baby doll nightie. Her richly tanned skin was contrasted nicely by the material. Down to the ruffles at mid-thigh it was extremely sheer but the ruffles obscured the panties of the same color.
"I haven't seen you in that before, sis."
"Mom and Marianne got it for me this afternoon. Isn't it groovy, Matt?" she whispered.
"It sure is," he replied, staring at her in a way he never had before.
Matthew had seen his sister in bikinis and nighties and even nude through the shower curtain lots of times. He never thought about it until now. She was his sister and he was now lustfully perusing her ripe young body. Lisa's titties were big, really big. And she was only sixteen, too. Even her tan and the yellow nightie could not conceal how big and round and dark her nipples were. They were a lot like Marianne's. They were just like his mother Sarah's, too. Matthew remembered from the showers his mother used to take with him until only a few years ago. Matthew imagined that his mother's tits were probably only a little larger and heavier with maturity than Lisa's.
"Get into bed, Lisa," said Matthew, holding up the covers.
Lisa slid in next to him, her breasts swaying. It was then that Matt saw Lisa did not have any panties on at all. They both leaned against the pillows. Matt did not draw up the covers yet.
"Matthew, I'm frightened of Owen. Someday I know he's going to do something awful to me. I just know it," Lisa whimpered as she wrapped her arms around Matthew.
Matthew put his arm around Lisa and held her, feeling her sweet springy nipple buds poking into his chest.
"Lisa, don't worry about a thing. I'm going to protect you always. Remember that. Always!"
"Will you, Matthew? Will you really?"
"Yes, Lisa, always."
Lisa impulsively hugged her brother. Her legs stretched out so she could get close and her nightie rode up around her tummy. Matthew could see her richly haired pussy, all blonde and bushy and fresh. Matthew thought he srhelled a light tangy scent coming from down there between her legs as she innocently scissored them open. Matthew knew he was being tempted into something forbidden but Marianne had aroused newer, stronger instincts in him. Not a foot away Matthew saw his cock once again begin to grow and throb.
"Oh, Matthew, you make me feel so good, so safe. I love you, Matthew, I love you."
"I love you, too, Lisa. Let's cover up now, okay?"
"Oh, no, Matty! I want to stay here forever!"
As she whispered this to him she drew her upper leg over him as if she were afraid he would leave. The inside of her thigh came to rest on his pulsing cock. Matthew jolted at her touch. Lisa seemed not to realize her brother's condition until suddenly she pulled her head away and looked her brother in the eye bewildered.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Matty. I should stay in my own room, shouldn't I?"
"No!" Matt insisted. "You're staying here, Lisa. I'm the real man of this house now. Forget about Owen. So, if I tell you to stay, you stay, Lisa!"
Lisa smiled up at her brother. Her fear of Owen was replaced by worship for her domineering brother. Lisa then frankly turned her gaze downward to Matthew's growing prick. It had now arisen out between two of the metal snaps on his boxer shorts.
"Quit your staring, Lisa. It's embarrassing."
"Oh, Matty, I can't help it. Really I can't. Ever since Mom got us those books I've wanted to see a real one. A nice big long thick one like those lifesized photos in the books."
Lisa reached to hold it in her delicate hand.
"Lisa!" Matthew gasped.
"Matty, please let me. I won't tell if you won't. It's just between you and me anyway. I just want to look at it and feel it. I feel so safe with you, Matty, I could do anything. It's like we're not brother and sister at all but more like husband and wife. Matty, you're my big strong protective man and I'm your little girl."
"Now, listen here, Lisa!"
Lisa quickly sat up with her legs folded underneath her and leaned forward pleading like a spoiled child.
"Oh, pleeeeaaassseeee!! Pleeeaaaasssee, Matty!"
Matthew broke into a grin and said, "Okay, brat!"
Lisa smiled back sheepishly. Then she kissed him.
Then Matthew unsnapped his shorts. Lisa's eyes shined and she barely suppressed a squeal. Matthew paused to gather in Lisa's wide-eyed expression as his hairy balls and erect penis were freed. Matthew let her look at it a moment and then took hold of her right hand and guided it deftly around his thick cock.
"It's so hard, Matty. And it's so hot and purply!" Lisa whispered in amazement.
Matt chuckled to himself and said to her, "That's from all the blood inside it." Then Matt made it twitch in her hand and Lisa jumped back but did not let go.
"Just hold it lightly and stroke it up and down. Try to find the most sensitive spots."
Lisa looked up at Matthew and smiled naughtily, enjoying the mischievous sex games in her brother's bedroom. She stroked him very gently, like Marianne had, though from fear instead of experience. She flicked his prepuce by accident and his cock bolted in her hand.
"Oooooooo, Matty!!" she squealed.
Lisa bent down to look more closely at this spot and fingered it with the long fingernail of her index finger. Her brother's stiff prick had spasm after spasm.
"Don't be surprised if I have an orgasm and come all over your hand, Lisa."
"Oh, will you, Matty? Wow, this is groovy!"
Matthew leaned over and returned her torture by casually tweaking one of her hardening nipples. Soon Matthew could only fall back into the pillows and sigh. He reached out with one arm and firmly grasped his loving sister. Softly he said to her, "Lisa, lie down here beside me while you're playing with my cock. It'll make us more like husband and wife like you said. Besides, I want to feel those big titties and nipples while you're jerking me off."
"This way, Matty?"
"Right, big sister. Now can I play with your titties and nipples while you're stroking my big dick?"
"From now on, Matty, you can do anything you want with me."
As she gazed up at him, Matthew reached over again and fondled her nipple lightly. It was rock hard. He then suddenly felt his sperm begin boiling up from his balls.
"I'm going to come on you, Lisa."
Lisa sighed and cooed up to him subserviently.
"Lia, see that clear drop coming out of my cumhole?"
"Oh, wow, Matty, make some more come out for me."
Lisa silently, as if knowing exactly how to, laid her fingertip on his prepuce. The pressure of her finger blew Matt's mind and his balls.
"OH! OH! LISA, I'M CUMMING!! IT FEELS GOOOOOOD!! OOOOOHHHHHAAAAAGGGGGKKKHHHH!! IT'S CCCUUUUUUUMMMMMIIINNNGG!!"
Matt's jism spurted out. The cum was hot and thick. Lisa nearly screamed when the first spurt shot up from her brother's peehole-cumhole and landed on her wrist.
"Hold my balls, Lisa!" Matthew ordered her.
Lisa did so and the cum spurted out farther. Quickly Lisa's hand was drenched in her brother's hot cum. It felt good to her, oozing between her fingers and rivering over her hand. Matthew opened his eyes just in time to see his sister begin licking it up hungrily.
"OH, LISA, STOP, BABY, STOP, LOVER!!"
Lisa kept right on licking him. Matt could only close his eyes in bliss and come some more on her hand. Matt had come so much that night his balls were cracking.
Suddenly Matthew turned to his side and brought his mouth to Lisa's. He kissed her deeply, Frenching her just as Marianne had taught him to. Lisa responded lovingly as she sweetly entwined her tongue with her brother's.
"Oh, Matty!" she murmured into his lips.
"Lisa, you sweet little pussy. You sweet little bitch."
"I'm yours, Matty. Your very own bitch pussy."
Matthew let Lisa stroke the last of the cum out of his balls and prick. Most of it smeared over her thighs now and onto the bottom fringes of her yellow nightie. Matthew watched his sister rub her cum-smeared palm right into her pussy, matting the downy hair delightfully.
Soon they were both asleep. Matthew dreamed three dreams that night. Or was it just one? He did not let himself remember any of them in the morning.
First he dreamed he was fucking Marianne. Her legs were wrapped around his back and he was pumping a huge thick heavy load of cum into her willing cunt as she squirmed and sqealed and moaned and then came beneath him.
Second he dreamed he was fucking Lisa. She stepped into his bedroom from the adjoining bath. She was still wet from her shower and her shorty terry cloth robe was draped loosely over her shoulders. She climbed into the bed where Matt waited for her, his cock hard and thick for her. Lisa straddled him and sunk sighingly onto it. It ran clear up into her as she leaned forward and let the robe slide off. She pistoned her pussy up and down, up and down her brother's huge dick until she made his cum squirt out like cream from a hose and mix with her own sweetly dripping cunt cum. She moaned as he held her down.
Third, Matthew dreamed he was fucking his mother Sarah. She took a bath with him, teasing his cock with her hands and her wet lips. She toweled them off and made him sit on the toilet seat and suck on her pendulously swaying breasts as she cupped them for him. She took Matt into her bedroom. She lay down on the cum-stained sheets and beckoned to him, "Come to Momma, loverboy. Come to Momma."
Matthew straddled her, his nine-incher waving in her face as she smiled up at him. One droplet of cum hung from the hole in the tip. His mother flicked out her tongue and sucked the pre-cum into her mouth. Then her tongue stroked his prepuce wetly. Gradually she sucked in his whole cockhead like a lollipop. Matt was going to cum any second. Just then Sarah pulled off.
"Not yet, loverman. Momma wants to feel all that hot cum spurting out inside her pussy first. If I can get it all inside my tight little pussy that is."
His mother eased him down between her spread-eagled thighs. Then she guided his prickhead through her cuntlips. She gave him one squeeze with her cunt muscles and Matthew came. His momma threw her legs up over his shoulders. Matt pulled back and rammed his cock up inside her cunt.
"HHMMMMMM, LOVERBOY M FUCK MOMMY GOOOOOD, BABY!!"
Sarah's motherly legs and thighs were wrapped around her son's ears and held straight up in the air, waving shamelessly in rhythm to his exciting thrusts.
"FUCK YOUR MOMMA, LITTLE BOY! FUCK ME HARD! FUCK YOUR HOT BITCH MOMMA!! MOTHERFUCK, YOU BIG COCK!!"
Matthew's creamy spurts of cum came and came into his mother's soft, yearning cunt as she moaned and squealed and humped up to him from beneath.
Brazenly she came around his thick cock, murmuring to him, "OOOHHH, SWEET BABY!! MOTHERFUCK ME, YOU BIG BEAUTIFUL STUD BOY!! MOTHERFUCK ME, MATTY!
HMMMMM!!"
When the alarm went off several hours later, Matt felt fresh streams of cum covering his penis and the hand of his sleeping sister Lisa. She hadn't let go of his prick all night, it seemed. Matty woke her up and got her back into her own room before he got dressed to deliver his morning papers. Just before he tiptoed back through her door to leave he turned and saw Lisa dreamily separating her legs and smearing the new droolings. of his come in between her puckering labia. He thought he heard her sighing, "Matty! Oh, Matty!!"