Chapter 2
Seal and I always have a fantastic time whenever we do anything. The most simple and seemingly innocent little trips can turn out and end up in wild flaming orgies. Somehow we always manage to get involved without even trying. For example, there was the day that we decided to get some culture and go to the museum.
What could be more respectable and innocent than a trip to the museum? We dressed ourselves stylishly, and even wore hats for the occasion. This week our hair was a nice shade of light brown. We always wore our hair dyed to match. With our sparkling blue eyes and our blushing pink cheeks, we trotted into the art museum, hand in hand, all intent on absorbing a whole mass of culture and refinement.
We passed from exhibit to exhibit and finally came to stop in front of a huge statue of a nude man. It was so life-like, except that it was on a larger scale than the average human. It must have been about eight feet tall and with everything else in proportion. In a second both Seal and I were staring sharply at the huge dong hanging down between his legs. It was too inviting to resist. The smooth, creamy white marble had been made to be so realistic that I thought all I had to do was give it a fast lick and it would bounce to attention.
"I've got to touch it," Seal chimed.
"Me too," I said, looking around, making sure the coast was clear.
It was, and I watched Seal step over the velvet cord and approach the statue. She stooped and brought her lips in close proximity to the marble prick.
"Be careful, Seal, that you don't break your teeth," I shouted, as she began to lick at the cold stiff prick.
In the meantime I walked around to the back of the statue and ran my hand over the smooth curve of his ass., Slowly I traced a path with my finger down the crack and between his crotch. It was marvelous and I found myself being turned on by a chunk of marble.
"I've got him all warmed up for you," Seal laughed. "Give him a try!"
I walked around to the face of the statue again and stooped down, taking Apollo's prick into my mouth. It was true, she had it warmed up and moist! But it still wasn't as good as the real thing. It was too hard to give me the pleasure I needed. I ran my hands up over his stomach and muscular chest and down his arms.
"Chickie, someone's coming!" Seal warned.
I looked back and jumped over the velvet rope, standing there with saliva trickling out the side of my mouth and trying to look absorbed in this mastery of art. A young married couple moved up next to us and began to stare at the statue, also. Seal started to chuckle when she saw the young woman staring at the moist prick on the statue.
"Look, Alfred, they must clean these statues pretty often. This one's still a little wet,' she said, staring at the prick.
Seal broke into peals of laughter, and in a second we found ourselves tearing down the hall, hiking our skirts a little higher so that we could get away a little faster.
Leave it to Seal to lead us into the men's room!
"What could I do, Emily, there was no sign on the door!" she said, leaning against a urinal.
"Well, it's just a good thing it's not being used."
The words were no sooner out of my mouth than we heard the outside door creaking open and the two of us darted into the end toilet, closing the door and perching ourselves precariously on the toilet seat, our high heels wobbling. We strained our eyes, peeking out between the crack made by the door and wall. We had a perfect view of the urinal. A handsome museum guard walked over, unzipped his fly and produced a long salami. In a second he was shooting out a long yellow stream of urine. Seal looked up at me and began to snicker quietly under her breath. When I licked my lips at the sight we were watching, she broke into chuckles of laughter.
The museum guard turned around in our direction and headed towards us.
"The jig's up, Emily," Seal said, breaking into uncontrollable sobs of laughter and parking her ass upon the toilet seat.
I opened the door and we greeted the museum guard with a round of laughter. The surprise on his face was unbelievable, and he stood there, paralyzed ... shocked!
His fly was still open. I took advantage of his momentary immobility and reached in, fumbling for that delicious morsel that I had seen a few moments before. By the time he had regained his composure, he was standing there with his huge prick hanging softly out of his pants.
"What's going on here!" he said, his eyes registering disbelief.
"It's not what's going on, it's what's coming off," I said, reaching for his pants buckle. Before he could stop me, Seal's fast, expert motions had enabled her to wrap her sensitive lips around his manhood and with a couple flicks of her tongue she had him hard and stiff.
As Seal fell to her knees in front of him, working fanatically on his hard meat, I stood up on the toilet seat, hiking my skirt well up above my hips. I wasn't wearing any panties.
Seal and I both decided it was much easier and faster to get busy without panties. I hiked my skirt above my hips revealing to him my womanly pride. In a second I had put my hands around his head and was pulling his handsome face over until he made contact with my quivering pussy.
Apparently he felt the whole thing quite exciting because his tongue began to lap at my sensitive cunt lips, waking them up and bringing them to life. When I looked down, all I could see was head and shoulders, but I was aware of Seal's maddening efforts on his delicious looking hard-on.
I could tell that she had really gotten to him because his tongue now pushed deeply into my twat, stimulating the walls of my vulva and flicking at the lips of my clitoris, shooting sparks of passion throughout my body. I felt my nipples harden and my heart pounding rapidly within my breast.
I heard Seal begin to choke on his rod and I called down to her, "Be careful, kid, don't be greedy and take too much." But in a second, I was too far wound up in my own pleasures to pay too much attention to this guy or anything else that was going on. All I knew, all I felt was his burning tongue plunging in and out of my ultrasensitive twat. My pussy was really getting a workout, and it couldn't hold out much longer. I felt the fires of passion burning outrageously hot and then with violent jerks, my body released the liquid treasure, spilling down the length of my love canal and squelching the fires, putting out the flame. It was a good start for the day.
I felt myself letting out a long moan and tapped Seal with the tip of my shoe so she would know that I had come. She got the message immediately and pushed him back. He was so hot now that he couldn't stand the thought of not coming. He reached for his prick and Seal gave him a smack on his hand. "Oh, no you don't. I've got other plans for you," she said. I started to laugh and slipped. My foot splashed into the toilet.
"Goddamn fucking sonofabitch," I screamed. "I knew I should have put that lid down!" Fortunately, though, the toilet was empty, but it sent a good wave of water splashing into the crotch of his pants that were down around his ankles. He looked at me disapprovingly, but didn't dare say anything, standing there, all hot and bothered, with an aching, throbbing prick.
When Seal got over her fit of laughter, she let him out of the booth and sat with her legs spread on one of the sinks. It was the perfect height, and she pointed at her twat when she hiked her skirt back up to her hips. "Just glide that thing right in here," she said, and she pulled him to her. It was a perfect fit. The head of his cock rested between Seal's sensitive cunt lips. She edged him even closer, and the tip of his prick disappeared between them. I went over and stood against the door to make sure they weren't bothered.
I saw Seal begin to shiver with the pleasure of his penetration.
"Slide it in, man," she screamed. "Nice and slowly. I want to feel every inch."
He moaned approval and moved closer, stuffing his enormous rod deep into her.
"That's it, nice and slow," she managed to utter, and then became lost in a violent movement, jerking him rapidly to her and forcing the entire length of his prick into her quivering pussy. The passion and pleasure had been too much for her to be patient. She had to have him all the way in her, all at once.
Within a moment the two of them began the sexual dance. His hips ground, pumping her luscious slit full with each plunge.
Somehow she brought her legs around and wrapped them behind his back, digging her heels into his buttocks. This way Seal was able to control his movement. She could regulate the speed and intensity of his plunges and when she felt as if she was going to explode, she could either hold him firmly into her and prolong the sexual pleasure, or move him rapidly, in and out of her, bring it on faster and more violently.
I could tell by the way he was moving that he was pretty close, and I also could see that Seal still had a way to go before she would be satisfied.
His body began to grow rigid and tremble and he reached over and grabbed Seal's shoulders.
"I'm coming," he screamed, and his body shook in violent convulsions as he shot out his hot load into my sweet little sister's box. But Seal wasn't satisfied, and she wasn't the kind of girl to let him off before he made her come. Her legs continued to tug him hard against her; his prick still stiff, still stuffing her with his manly shaft. She began to feel her body releasing its juices, and her legs moved even more urgently until she exploded in a frenzy of sighs and moans. Her legs released their tenuous hold on the museum guard and he sunk to his knees, completely exhausted by his ordeal with the maddened girls.
Seal on the other hand, seemed more renewed, more invigorated, vivacious. She hopped off the sink, adjusted her skirt and tapped at her hair, making sure that she looked her always lovely self.
"Well, I guess that's enough for this guy, Emily. What do you think?"
"I think you're right, Seal. He won't be ready for action again for a day or two. I hope he doesn't have a wife."
"Ooh, I hope not," she cooed. "Just look at that shriveled up prick. He won't be able to get it up for some time. Well, that's the wages of adultery!"
"Let's get out of here, Seal. I hate men's rooms. Besides, we still have a whole museum we have to look at, and Lord knows what we're going to find in a place like this."
A few minutes later we were walking down the huge halls again, taking in and enjoying a painting, every so often, only when it would appeal to us. And the only time it would appeal to us, really got to us, was when the subject was some kind of nude, mostly men. When we looked at paintings of nude women, we couldn't help comparing them to ourselves. And, believe me, they always came up on the short side. We were pretty good looking heads, and we knew it.
While I was standing in one of the small rooms that had about fifteen paintings displayed on the walls around me, I felt a man's hand brush against the back of my ass. I didn't turn around. I didn't have to. I know a man's hand when I feel one. There had been enough of them feeling up my ass.
I glanced over my shoulder and caught his eyes, stilling staring at me. He was a good looking piece and in a flash of the imagination, I saw Seal and I bouncing off into bed with him, positive that the two of us could send him on a trip better than anything he could experience with acid or "LSD", or anything like that.
Then I noticed that he had a friend with him; younger and better looking, and I thought to myself, "That's really Seal's speed, and I can't let these two get away before she gets back from the ladies room. And since I can't follow them around, because this is where we were to meet, I had better do something right now." I marched straight over to the handsome guy that had given my ass the quick feel and pulled out one of my long, tapered colored cigarettes.
"Do you have a light," I asked, in my sultry bedroom voice.
"Sure thing," he answered, fumbling in his pocket looking for a match.
This gave me a clear field. There was nothing to keep me from giving his prick a little tweak through his pants, and that's exactly what I did. He dropped the matches, there, right onto the floor and I kicked them aside, still tweaking his manly handful in his pants.
"Silly boy, don't you know you can't smoke in a museum?" I laughed.
"Then why'd you ask me for a light?"
"It's just a way of getting to meet someone, and it sure beats giving someone a sneaky feel."
I then turned to his younger companion and began appraising him. He certainly was Seal's type, alright. His white, smooth skin, brown eyes and dark brown hair were just her meat, and I was sure he had the meat swinging between his legs to make the whole thing perfect for her. "And what's your name?" I said, addressing him, and letting my eyes fall, purposely, to the bulge between his legs.
"Chris," he answered, nervously.
"Well Chris, you just wait until you see my sister, Seal. You wouldn't believe her beautiful shape, big tits and her swivelly little hips. You'll really frig on her, and your father, here, will be taken care of by yours truly. My name's Emily, by the way." And I finally took my hand from the older man's crotch. By now, he had some hard-on pushing against his pants.
It wasn't really that he was an older man. He must have been around thirty, thirty-one, but in comparison to Seal and I, and to Chris, he was older, but still, a tasty morsel.
"I'm Bernie Woods," he said, reaching over and patting my right tit.
"Nice to meet you, Bernie. And I hope to get to know you a lot better." And I winked. "And the same goes for your friend, Chris." And I moved over and reached for Chris's family jewels.
That was a real shocker! There, still soft in his pants, hanging down the left leg, was the largest piece of meat I had come across so far. And believe me, I've come across plenty. It seemed to be so thick and long that I wanted to whip it out right there to make sure it was real, and not some come-on that he had stuffed there just to attract attention.
"Oh, here comes my sister, Seal, now. Notice the way she swishes that ass of hers and bounces those tits. That's perfection. It really took some practice on her part to get her tits to bounce up just when her hips hit each side. Perfect motion. You should see her when she walks past a coast guard station, or something. She really drives the men wild."
"Emily, what have we here? Have you found some new friends?"
"Sure have. I'd like you to meet Chris and Bernie. Chris ... Bernie ... this is my sister Seal."
"Nice to meet you," she said in her sultry voice, and then added, "well, what will it be, your place or ours?"
I thought that Chris was going to pass out right there on the floor. His eyes bulged and his mouth hung open in disbelief. And Seal added the final touch:
"Did you check out their meat yet, honey?" she said, addressing me.
"Sure did. Check Bernie first; he's pretty good." She reached out and felt Bernie's crotch.
"Mmm, not bad," she muttered, and then turned to Chris.
"Are you serious?" she said, running her hand down the length of his softened meat. "Why, Emily, it must hang almost to his knee! Christ! We haven't had anything like this yet, have we? Listen buster, you're going to stick that thing you got there in both Emily and my mouth, twat and ass hole. That's too good, and we'll never know when we'll come across anything like that again. Be sure to get his phone number, Em."
"Will do. Now let's get out of here."
A few minutes later, the four of us had piled into Bernie's little sports car. The roof was down, but that didn't matter. I was sitting next to Bernie, and there Seal was, in the tiny back seat, sitting practically on Chris's lap. She reached down, unzippering his fly and fished in, pulling out his huge pecker. She couldn't believe the size of it. The head looked like a tennis ball, in size. "I don't know if I can wait until we get home to get that into me," she said, and positioned herself so that she could taste it. But it was too big, she couldn't get the whole thing in her mouth; just the head of it stuffed her. "Delicious," she cooed, and tried to stick her tongue down his pee hole. And now, for the first time, she knew where the expression, "Hole in the Head," came from.
She pulled her mouth off the unbelievably large prick and smiled at me.
"When you find 'em, you really find 'em, don't you?"
"I do my best. I'm sure you'll keep your eye open for my dream man."
"Sure will," she answered me and looked appreciatively at her work again.
"You've got the biggest dick I've ever seen in my whole life," she went on. By this time, Chris was already warming up. He wasn't quite so passive any longer, and he was smiling at her. And he was hot and ready for some action.
"How can we arrange a little fuck," Seal asked, intimately.
"As soon as we get to the apartment," Chris answered. And Bernie looked disapprovingly over his shoulder at Seal.
"Who the hell can wait so long? There must be some way of getting that big dick up into my twat on the way home. There's gotta be a way! I don't think I'll make it, otherwise. I might just faint from expectation."
"I got it," she said, practically leaping out of the car. "Move over into the middle of the seat," she ordered, and Chris obeyed. "Hold that straight up so I can position myself on it," she said, grabbing her skirt, pulling it away from her body.
The next second she was falling down onto the seat, onto Chris and onto his prick. Her skirt covered his lap, and judging from the long, low moan that came from her lips, I knew contact was made. I knew that that hot salami was sticking up in her twat where she wanted it. And Seal was having a ball for herself as she moved up and down on his lap.
"I wish you could grab hold of my knockers," she said, as the car moved through the city traffic.
"What the hell are you two doing back there?" Bernie demanded.
'We're fucking," Seal said, with a satisfied smirk on her face. I knew at that moment the two of them weren't going to get along. I knew that the two of them didn't care for each other. I knew that there was going to be some trouble.
"I don't like this. I don't like this kind of action at all," he went on. "Especially not in my car during broad daylight," he snapped, pulling over to the curb and turning around to look at the fucking couple in the back seat.
"Aw, don't be such a party poop," Seal said. "No one can see what we're doing. It looks like I'm sitting on this guy's lap, that's all."
"Well that guy happens to be my lover," he said, smiling viciously.
"Your lover," Seal snapped. "Right now, he's my lover, baby, no matter what you say."
"Well, Chris, what is it?"
"Oh, man, this is too good to give up," he moaned.
"Well, in that case, all of you had better get your asses out of my car!"
"I paid for half of it," Chris chimed in.
"Well, tough shit! I don't want that kind of activity going on!"
I knew it was time for Emily Mann to take some action. I knew it was time for me to get involved in this little gripe. I needed a man, but not so badly that I had to put up with this. I could find another one anywhere along the road.
"Well, if that's the way you feel about it, Buster," I said, reaching across the short distance of the car, jerking the door open, and with one swift kick sent him out on to the sidewalk. I quickly slid behind the wheel and drove away before he knew what hit him.
"That's the way you handle these things, sweetie," Seal said. "I knew I could depend on you."
"Okay kids, keep fucking and have yourself a good time. I have to find myself another man."
As Emily drove the car Chris and I continued our fuck.
My pussy felt like it would burst; felt like it was being stuffed fuller than it had ever been in my life and I could hardly wait to get this cunt stretcher in bed with me. Could hardly wait for him to spread my legs wide and throw them up over his shoulders where my pussy would be completely open ... vulnerable to his savage attack. Now that Bernie was out of the car, he was turning into a real man; turning into the kind of man who knew what he wanted from a girl; knew how to treat a pussy right; knew how to give it a lot of cock action, and I knew that the two of us would have a real swinging time.
I felt like I was in pussy heaven, somewhere; felt like the whole world was gone from around me and there was nothing left except Chris's big prick. Chris's big muscle. Chris's hot flesh burning my own.
"How's it feel, sugar?" I asked.
"Aw, great, baby," he moaned.
"Better than Bernie's ass hole?"
"You know it," he cried.
"Glad you're enjoying it."
"I'm enjoying it more than you'll ever know, he answered, and gave me an upward stroke that nearly sent me flying out of the car.
He had a cock that could satisfy an elephant. A prick that was made for fucking. He was a woman's man and I couldn't imagine how Bernie had ever taken all of him up his ass; couldn't imagine anything but a nice good, stretched pussy being able to give him the kind of pleasure he deserved.
And I planned to give him the hottest time he'd ever known; planned to spread my legs as wide as I could and give him the best kind of fucking I knew how. I planned on sucking that cock of his dry. I planned on licking those balls; taking them into my mouth and giving him a rim job he'd never forget.
I'd show him the kind of action a man like himself could really have. He didn't need Bernie, or anybody like him.
My pussy was shooting rockets through every part of my body, now, and I knew I was going to cream, knew I was going to let my dam run over in his lap in another second.
"Hold it, baby," I moaned. "Keep it slow. That cock has me out of my mind. I'm ready to come."
"So am I!" he screamed. "Hang on!" he wept as he wrapped his arms around my waist and began fucking like a bunny, shooting that cock up into me with jet force. And the two of us, together, moaned, groaned and ground against each other as we spent and found mutual satisfaction and release.
Emily had pulled up for a red light and was flirting with some guy standing on the corner. When he began walking across the street, she opened her blouse quickly and pulled out her right tit, exposing it to this guy. He could hardly take his eyes off it; could hardly make his feet move in front of him. When he was almost to the corner, Emily smiled her sexiest smile.