Chapter 8

Never had I felt pussy hair as soft and silky as Bessie's muff.

She gasped, then ducked her head to mine and nipped lightly at the edge of one of my ears.

I began exploring Bessie's pussy with my fingers. She gasped again, sharper and louder. When my investigating finger found the slippery crack between the feverish outer lips of her cunt, I dipped my finger gently into it. It was like I was dipping into a spring of honey as her hot juices began flowing around my finger.

I stopped before slipping my finger any farther into her cunt, asking, "You sure this is what you want?"

Bessie hugged me more tightly and whispered, "If you only knew how long I've wanted this to happen, you wouldn't waste time asking!"

She brought her knees up a little, catching her weight. Her hand reached down between our bellies and closed around my cock. A little musical sound was coming out of her almost like a contented cat purring; she was humming, sort of.

Then she began stroking my cock. "Why do you think I started taking those pills over a month ago?"

I slipped my finger into her cunt deeper and found her clitoris with my thumb. She moaned and wriggled her ass. I figured from the tightness of her cunt around my finger, Bessie must be a virgin, even if she was older. Now that I thought about it, that seemed a little surprising, because she'd dated a lot last school year.

Then I thought of the way she'd been licking my cock when I awakened, dragged out of deep sleep by the rising storm her lips and tongue had created in my tingling cock and whole lower belly. I demanded, "Where the hell did you learn to suck cocks the way you were doing to wake me up, big sister?"

"Are you unhappy with me for doing that are you, Lukey honey?"

I said, "You've done that to other guys, ain't you?"

"If a girl doesn't have any other way to keep from getting pregnant, knowing how to do a sensational blow job is sometimes the only protection a girl has against unwanted babies." With a little whine in her tone she added, "I wanted to save my maidenhead for you, Lukey or for whoever I finally marry."

"You should have saved your sweet mouth and tongue for me." I was only joshing her, but Bessie took me serious.

"I'll make it all up to you, Lukey, honest!"

Then her ass was moving away, pulling away from my hand on her cunt, taking her clitoris out of reach of my caressing thumb, pulling my finger out of her drooling cunt. "Hey, I was only joshing!" I protested. But Bessie's lips were kissing the nipples on my hard chest and she went right on about it like she hadn't heard me. I began to discover that I had a lot more feeling in those nipples of mine, small as they were, than I had ever thought possible. She kissed her way right on downward from my chest across my belly until she reached my belly button. There she stopped, the tip of her hot tongue running round and round that deep dimple in my mid-belly. It really felt good.

Then she drove the tip of that tongue deep in my button, wriggling it around in there. That tied up a knot of muscles in my belly and brought a little gasp of pleasure out of me. She didn't stay there long; she started on downward, licking and kissing a zigzag trail across my lower belly. Now my belly felt like one huge knot and I was trembling with anticipation. Remembering the mind-blowing feeling of her hot mouth on my tingling cock as I had awakened had me really hot. I felt like I couldn't stand it if she kept me waiting much longer before returning the caresses of that mouth to my tensely waiting cock.

Then it finally happened; I felt Bessie's hot lips lovingly and moistly encircle the head of my tingling cock. I thought I was going to die. The tide of sensation that went thundering through me almost overwhelmed my senses. Every muscle in my belly tied into knots and then tied those knots into more knots, making my belly bulge. I was squeaking and gasping like an ungreased windmill. I couldn't seem to get enough air to breathe.

Then Bessie's delicious mouth was gone again. I gasped, desperately trying to get enough breath to form words of protest.

She brought her head up enough to whisper, "Did that feel good, Lukey?"

"Don't stop, Bessie!" I managed to gasp out breathlessly.

Bessie's wonderful mouth came back down on my aching cock, and the sensation that mouth and tongue of hers created was like nothing I'd ever experienced. Talk about intense!

Bessie pulled my cock from her mouth, making every nerve throughout my whole body (but especially those in my lower belly) vibrate like strings on some wild musical instrument. As the flared rim at the rear edge of the head slipped slowly outward, she squeezed down upon it as hard as she could with her lips, intensifying the friction until I thought sure I was going to come then and there.

She stopped that delicious friction abruptly, just a hair short of triggering me. Her feverish mouth switched its caresses to my balls, licking over and around the sides of them. Then she licked the area just underneath my balls; I discovered a new area of delightful sensations I didn't know I had.

She didn't stop there; suddenly her hot tongue licked right across my startled asshole. I can't claim it was presence of mind, but something in me made me clap a hand across my mouth just in time to smother a yell that might well have awakened everyone else in the house.

Before Bessie drove me crazy, she switched her caresses back to my balls. Very gently, very carefully, she drew one ball into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around it. She sucked it. More new feeling! Quickly but smoothly she switched her attention to my other ball. The sensation wasn't intense like it had been when my cock was in her mouth or when her tongue touched my asshole, but it was mighty good. Before I knew what had happened, she'd gone back beyond my balls again, her tongue again giving me a juicy lick across my quivering asshole. Again my instinct for survival (knowing pa would kill me if he ever found out what was going on here between me and my own sister) caused a hand to clamp over my mouth just in time to smother a yell that probably would've sounded like someone was being killed.

Before I got my breath back after it went whistling out from under my hand, I got an even greater shock. One of Bessie's fingers went slipping into my asshole; Granny's trick! I didn't know if my shocked asshole could stand so many surprises, one right after another this way.

I didn't have time to protest or anything else because just then Bessie's hot, moist mouth closed around the head of my cock again. She thrust it deep into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it, stirring up a flood of sensation that had me feeling dizzy. Then she drew it outward while applying a powerful suction. Bessie was sucking the strength out of every cell in my whole body, sucking it down into my tingling cock which felt like it was ballooning. Invisible cords seemed to have pulled my eyelids shut. A kind of intensely sweet, deliciously painful paralysis was settling over me. I felt helpless. I felt a tremendous explosion was about to overwhelm me.

I felt a desperate need to release a little of the terrific pressure of tension growing steadily within me. I wanted to yell, to scream, anything to get relief. Yet I knew, no matter how hard I might have to struggle to do it, I had to hold back any sound that anyone in the rest of the house might hear. I was teetering on the brink of the greatest come feeling I had ever experienced, yet I was having to do it all in silence. The thrusting, caressing finger in my asshole, the sucking, licking, squeezing mouth on my burning cock kept relentlessly building the overwhelming pressure of sensation within me. My flesh and bone seemed to have melted into a mere molten blob of red-hot passion. My overloaded brain was reeling.

Suddenly I realized that fiery mouth was gone. The coolness of night air was upon my sizzling cock. I gasped, "Don't stop, Bessie honey! Please, don't stop!"

I heard Bessie's breathless whisper asking, "Will you love me this way too, brother? Will you?"

"Anything you want done, honey! I'll do it!" I gasped. "Just don't stop now!"

I felt Bessie's lips close upon the head of my burning cock again. That fiery tongue began licking at it with that fantastic swirling movement again, shooting the pressure of sensation to a new high inside me. I felt if I didn't explode in her mouth I'd surely die. I wan't too sure I wouldn't die anyhow. But I wasn't afraid. I wasn't complaining. Not if I could just hang onto my senses long enough to feel that delightful, almost painful explosion that would drive the come-juice out of my swollen cock.

Then it grabbed me. Every muscle in my whole body went rigid. It was like an actual bomb of sensation had exploded inside my cock, like it was sending shock waves blasting throughout my entire body. Someone was gasping and groaning as though in great pain-then I realized those noises were coming from me. I think I passed out then; nothing seemed real.

When my mind began to function again, I realized the pulsations of my exploding cock were growing weaker. Bessie was still nursing away at that fountain, apparently enjoying the hot brew it had poured into her mouth and went flooding down her throat. I felt completely drained but still she sucked, as if determined not to leave a single drop. Abruptly her demanding mouth abandoned my rapidly wilting cock. Before I realized she had moved, she was over me on the bed again, her mouth being pressed down to mine. As our lips met, Bessie's tongue came thrusting boldly into my mouth. It brought with it a strange, taste I'd never experienced before.

Suddenly she brought her lips away from mine, chuckling quietly. Then she whispered, "How do you like the way you taste, Lukey? Pretty good, huh?"

Right then the only response I was able to muster was a gasping moan. I closed my eyes again, fighting to catch my breath like I'd been in a mountain foot race. I felt her finger lovingly running across the edge of my lips. Wearily I opened my eyes. I found Bessie's beautiful full tits just close enough in the darkness to be barely visible. They hung so close, so invitingly right above my face. Somewhere I found enough strength to catch those full, ripe beauties between my hands and bring them to my mouth. Greedily I sucked both rigid nipples into it. An ecstatic moan came from Bessie, muffled as if from behind a hand. Her feverish cunt came grinding down against my wilted cock. I felt a shudder flash through her whole body. Another muffled moan came trembling out of her.

She wriggled her ass, again grinding her drooling cunt against my limp cock. I knew she must be dying for relief, and knew what I had to do for her. My strength was flowing back, impossible as that had seemed just instants before. I put my arms around her, pulled her down against me, then rolled her over and pushed her down until her back was flat upon the bed. I rolled myself off the edge of the bed, and going down with my knees on the floor I grabbed Bessie's legs and pulled her to me.

I stroked the inside of her legs, where the skin is soft and warm. Then I raised myself and leaned forward between her legs far enough to lick around the rim of her navel, then plunged my tongue-tip into it as far as I could make it go. Her fingers fastened lovingly in my hair as a murmur of pleasure came softly from her.

Following her example, I continued to kiss and lick in a zigzag trail downward from there across her lower belly. The skin felt so velvety soft, so creamy smooth. My tongue could feel muscles under that lovely skin begin rippling and tensing with growing sensation, just as mine had done. I found myself beginning to feel excited all over again, stirred by Bessie's response to me. I sure wasn't thinkin' of her as my sister anymore; she was a luscious gal who by the enthusiasm of her response made it very plain she found me a very exciting male whose caresses were giving her terrific sensations. My cock, utterly wilted so short a time ago, began showing new interest in life. My licking tongue and kissing lips reached the upper edge of Bessie's silky nest of cunt-hair. That brought a sighing moan out of her. I felt the muscles under the smooth skin of Bessie's flat lower belly tying up into harder knots. I remembered the feeling I'd enjoyed when she made mine do exactly the same thing. Pleased satisfaction went through me with that thought of how much pleasure I must be giving her. That brought new life flowing back into my cock even faster. I moved from one side of her lower belly to the other, kissing that silky muff of cunt-hair. She began sounding like she was having to struggle just to keep on breathing.

The sound of her labored breathing was exciting as hell to me. My cock was hard enough by then so that I would have been able had I decided to mount her. I won't say I wasn't tempted. But I'd seemed to do right good licking Granny's cunt and after the terrific job Bessie had done sucking my cock I figured it was only fair I licked her cunt and did as good a job for her.

Bessie had her feet on the edge of the mattress. She spread them even farther now, knees up and wide apart, an invitation, if I ever saw one. Instead of kissing right on down into her open cunt, I felt I would build her up more by making her wait for that a little longer. Hold off a little, just as she had done with me.

I took my mouth from her lower belly to one of her upraised knees. I kissed and licked it, then switched to the other knee. Bessie was moaning softly and making little wriggling movements with her ass, pleading with me in body talk to get to her feverishly waiting cunt.

I found myself being guided by a strong feeling, instinctive or otherwise, that dictated patience. I began kissing and licking my way downward over the soft, sensitive, skin of her left inner thigh. Her guarded moaning became almost continuous as my mouth slowly approached the sweet, damp curls covering the outer skin around Bessie's cunt. Her ass began wriggling faster. I had the pleasant feeling that I was succeeding in driving her almost out of her mind, that I was doing a job of teasing her up that had her hotter than she'd ever been before.

Bessie lifted her ass clear off the bed, thrusting her hot little cunt imploringly toward my mouth. But I didn't take the obvious invitation. I came close enough that my cheek brushed against her damp cunt-hair, so close I could feel the heat being radiated from her feverish cunt against my cheek. I licked wetly through the velvety crease at the joining of her upper thigh with her lower belly, I could feel her body trembling with anticipation, expecting my next move to bring my lips and tongue to her eagerly waiting cunt.

Instead I took my attention to her other inner thigh, giving the velvety crease at the joining of thigh with belly on that side a moist, leisurely lick. As I was doing that, I had an inspiration.

Remembering the feeling of Bessie's tongue on my asshole, I suddenly thrust my tongue into the crack of her ass below her cunt. It brought a low cry of protest, "You're killing me, I'm so hot I can't stand it if you tantalize me any longer! Please-"

She broke off with another sharp gasp as I sent my tongue licking across her trembling asshole again. I brought the tip of it right back to that sensitive target, starting to kick around and around it the same way she'd done my belly button. That brought a muffled, wailing moan out of her.

I kept up that swirling licking. Abruptly Bessie's muffled cry became sharper as if her anguish had become more intense. The muscles in her ass began working steadily. I realized almost frantic pulsations were shaking her whole lower belly.

Amazement flashed through me with my realization of what had happened; sweet Bessie was blasting off! Bessie was writhing furiously upon the bed. She was pushing her ass downward, obviously trying to intensify its contact with my tongue.

No mistake about this, she was coming hard, although I hadn't even once touched her cunt or clitoris, the real centers of sensation.

I almost forgot what I was doing, I felt so pleased with myself. I caught myself just in time, and went on licking and kissing away at her wildly pulsating ass, not giving her any chance to cool down too soon. I decided to see how many trips I could send her on without letting her stop. It was wildly exciting to me, watching her and hearing her and feeling her as she carried on that way.

My cock was throbbing with its charge of renewed excitement, so hard it ached. Actually, however, I right then was only vaguely aware of it. I was too pleased with myself about triggering Bessie with my tongue as good as I'd triggered Granny.

Bessie came two more times in fast succession just built up and triggered again by the sensations created in her by my continued licking of her asshole area. By the time her asshole stopped pulsating with the frantic spasms of that third bang, that whole area was saturated and slippery with my saliva. It seemed just right for that other technique Granny'd learnt me.

Just as Bessie started to relax I slipped my thumb into her asshole. She gasped and stiffened. For an instant I thought my thumb up her ass was all it was going to take to trigger her fourth trip. I drove in deeper.

A shuddering sigh came struggling out of her and I felt the muscles clamped around my intruding thumb relax a little. It was time for my next move.

I eased my finger into Bessie's sweet honey-box, moving slowly, gently. That brought another sharp gasp from her, but almost instantly her ass began wriggling, telling me she liked what I was doin'.

As I eased my finger deeper into Bessie's burning cunt, I slowly brought the tips of my thumb and the finger together; I discovered the same thin slippery wall between my exploring fingers I'd found in Granny. I felt the same sensitive cordlike membrane. The way Bessie moaned and wriggled her ass when I moved along that area with the tips of thumb and finger I knew it must be a cable of nerves. Whatever it was, it was obvious that gentle caresses applied to it would help recharge her in short order for another blastoff.

I began slowly stroking that cord between thumb and finger. But I turned my attention to deciding what to do next. I felt I'd put off getting my lips and tongue acquainted with Bessie's pussy about long enough. In fact, I found myself feeling hungry to discover how it tasted. Just so my move wasn't too fast, I licked upward through those velvety creases where thigh joined her lower belly on either side of her cunt. Bessie moaned, wriggling her ass. Suddenly her fingers fastened in my hair. She began pulling my mouth toward her cunt as if she felt unable to endure the suspense any longer.

I didn't put her off any longer. When she brought my mouth over the open, hungry lips of her cunt, I brought my lips down upon them firmly. I thrust my tongue through those trembling lips of inflamed flesh. I sent it as deep in Bessie's burning cunt as I could make it reach.

Her fingers clutched and worked convulsively at my hair. A low, anguished moan came wavering out of her. One hand suddenly loosed its hold on my hair to go flying up to clamp over her mouth.

I had another good idea. As I started licking in and out of Bessie's sweet cunt as fast as I could make my hard tongue fly back and forth from my mouth, I began feeling for her rigid little clitoris with the tip of my nose. I found it. I also discovered that slight movement of my head was all it took to make the tip of my nose stroke that erotic center of hers while I kept tonguing the sensitive entrance to Bessie's love tunnel.

This method seemed to work like a charm; almost faster than I can tell about it, Bessie's whole lower belly was shuddering with a new storm of frantic pulsations as she came again. Muscles around my caressing tongue were pulsating relentlessly.