Chapter 2
Joss was more than grateful that cheerleader practice did not begin until next Monday. That meant she got home early Friday afternoon, while her brother was at football practice and her father at work, and had the house all to herself. She badly needed the time and privacy.
The beautiful adolescent never knew how she managed to make it through the schoolday after she'd watched-spied on-her father and Sally Reddin. Her thoughts were in turmoil. And her nubile young body was uneasy with a mass of unfamiliar new sensations.
And longings.
She let herself in through the back door as usual, found herself pausing in the kitchen, ears strained as if she'd hear the faint, orgiastic sounds of her father and the full-bodied neighbor's impassioned fucking. No sound came to her. She was alone.
With a sigh she dumped her schoolbooks on the kitchen table. She had an overwhelming amount of homework to do that weekend and no stomach to face it. Not just now-her thoughts were on other things.
She made her way up the stairs with a sense of anticipation growing in the base of her throat. What is it? she wondered. Why do I feel this way? The only answer she got was a growing clamminess in her crotch. Her sweet pussy oils had started to flow again, plastering her panties to the slit of her cunt.
When she reached the head of the stairs Joss was almost trembling with desire. She felt a fierce need to experience again the same hot rush of sensation that had flowed over her while fingerfucking herself, and watching her father cram his great big cock into Sally's greedy, red-bearded cunt. She paused for a minute to massage her itching cunt through skirt and panties, and then reached up hesitantly to squeeze one shapely young boob. She breathed in sharply at the pleasurable twinge that stabbed through her jug.
Her fingers kneaded her ripening titflesh till they found the nipple, pebble-hard inside the cup of her bra. The heel of her other hand massaged her cunt-bun with a rhythmic circular motion as she began to roll the blood-gorged nipple between her fingertips. Her body filled with delight like some warm sweet liquid. The hot clinging smell of her cunt flowed up to envelop her. She felt the succulent juices percolate through the cloth of panties and short skirt, and then the world spun in the brief delirium of orgasm.
She felt her pussy walls expanding and contracting as she came, clutching for the invading hardness of her fingers-or a stiff male cock. But there was nothing for her pussy muscles to grasp in their fervent embrace. Even as delight surged through her, she was aware of an immense hunger and emptiness.
"Huh-uh-ahhhh!" she cried, grinding at her inflated clit with the base of her palm, pinching her nipple almost cruelly. Fondling her tits and pussy made her feel good. But that wasn't enough. She wanted more.
And all at once she knew just how to get it.
Doug Brown was tired when he let himself in the back door of the two story frame house in the Heights, but it was the refreshed, stimulated sort of tiredness that came from hard exertion in the brisk outdoor air of autumn-. He was ready for a nice hot shower and a huge dinner. He felt good.
The house was quiet, but he saw his baby sister's door was closed as he went down the hall on the way to his room. He thought of knocking to see if she was in and decided against it. She'd been acting strange lately-hadn't said a word at breakfast. That was odd. She was usually quite talkative, and he knew she'd made cheerleader. It should have been impossible to shut her up.
He shrugged his massive shoulders. She had her life, her problems. He loved her and cared for her, though they had had the customary number of sibling squabbles and disagreements. He also respected her privacy. If she wanted to tell him her problems, she would.
He undressed quickly in his room and walked down the hall dressed only in his shorts. He felt leery of walking around bare-ass while his sister might be home. He grinned as he passed her door. If Joss hadn't seen seen a naked male before-and he'd bet she hadn't-maybe it was time she did. It might be good for her.
He turned on the water and stepped into the tub, feeling the hot water cascade against his skin, feeling the steam swirl up around him. As he soaped himself all over he found himself thinking about his date with Trish Sweetwater the night before.
They'd gone to the drive-in-to see one of the countless cheap movies filled with flying saucers and rubber monsters that seemed to be everywhere these days. The special effects were laughable and the acting worse, but that didn't matter much to Trish and Doug. They scarcely even noticed after the first few minutes.
Trish had twined herself around him like a snake, her tongue stabbing into his mouth as her hand groped the bulge of his rapidly hardening cock. Inside her incredibly tight sweater, her enormous jugs were unconfined by a bra. The nipples were full and hard. Her tits drilled into his chest like diamond drill bits as she squirmed against him.
He ran his hand up under her skirt. On the screen a knot of men in shiny plastic suits were pointing excitedly at the body of a dead alien that looked like a cross between a caterpillar and a hydraulic pump. His probing fingers had encountered crisp, curly cunt fur and then slippery, wet pussy lips. Then he'd lost all interest in what was going on in the movie.
Trish giggled at the way his eyes widened when he found she wasn't wearing panties. "I came prepared, big boy," she said, taking her mouth from his and nipping lightly at his ear lobe. Her firm thighs parted and he felt cunt sauce run over his fingers as her twat yawned open invitingly.
"I'd hate for all that preparation to go to waste," .he murmured, and ran his forefinger into the silken depths of her cunt.
"Oooh," she moaned, wriggling her scruptious tits against his chest. "That's niiiice!"
He felt her fumbling with his fly as he languorously fucked his finger in and out of the tight wet sheath of her pussy. Cool air washed over his overheated cock as she tugged open his fly and his undershorts, and then cooler fingers fastened around his prick and dragged it out into the open.
The prick sprang eagerly erect as it was pulled free of Doug's pants. "Mmmmm-mm!" Trish said appreciatively. "I can't get over what a great big cock you have." She smiled lewdly, her blue eyes twinkling as she jacked him off lightly. "And the emphasis is on great!"
Suddenly she twisted away from him, up on her knees on the seat, facing him. Her dress was up around her waist and her moonwhite ass-cheeks smiled out the window. In her passion she didn't care whether anyone saw or not.
"C'mon," she urged. "Slide on out from under that wheel." Doug obeyed. His prick wagged as he shifted over to the passenger side of the front seat.
Trish ran her fingertips down the pillar of cock as if measuring it. It throbbed excitedly at her touch. A clear drop of pre-seminal fluid welled up from the pinprick hole at its tip. Trish shivered with joy and swung her leg over his crotch.
Her skirt fell back down, hiding his upright prick and the downward pointed triangle of blonde cunt fur from his lusting sight. But he didn't need to see to know what was going on. Not as she lowered her luscious body and the lips of her pussy gave his cock tip a delightful wet kiss.
As she dropped herself and her cuntlips opened around the cone of his cockhead, he ran his hands up under her sweater to bare her splendid tits. They were like two big cantaloupes suspended in pale satin and crowned with maraschino cherries. The areoles of her nipples were broad and dark in the starlight.
He licked his lips. Trish's cunt was swallowing his cock slowly and maddeningly. He was having trouble catching his breath. He was having even more trouble keeping from thrusting upward with all his might and burying his randy cock balls-deep in that tantalizing pussy! But the big-titted blonde knew what she was doing. She was taking her time to get them both as turned on as possible!
Her cunt mouth took his cock in to the base. Her boobs jiggled enticingly as she seated herself firmly on the prick. A trickle of cunt honey ran down his taut balls. He grabbed her with both hands and buried his face between her jugs.
He braced his feet on the floor of the car and pushed upward hard. He felt still more of his prick force its way into the dank cavern of Trish's cunt. She cried out and clutched at his head as he began to slaver up and down the valley between the spectacular snowy peaks of her boobs.
Then he was bouncing her up and down on his lap. Her cunt sucked at his prick as she rose into the air. Then it devoured his cock again as he pulled her back down with his hands around her waist. His fat cock made a squelching sound as it fucked in and out of her dripping pussy.
He licked the inside of one full boob. "Do it, big boy," the girl sang out. "Suck my titty!"
He wanted nothing better. His tongue flicked a rubbery nipple and he grunted with joy as the spasm of pleasure made her cunt tighten around his prick. Then he fastened his mouth on the tip of her jug and sucked for all he was worth as he started fucking her harder and faster still.
The girl's naked body rode up and down. She sighed with delight, loving the feel of Doug's mouth on her jug and his delicious cock in her pussy. His tongue was swirling around the nubbin of her nipple, then punching at it to send flashes of pleasure shooting through her tender titflesh. His big cock was stretching the walls of her pussy until she couldn't bear the ecstasy of it. She adored the way he fucked her to overflowing pleasure!
The taste and feel of Trish's pliant jug, the overpowering aroma of hungry young cunt, the greedy pressure of her pussy on his prick drove the young man right out of his mind. Bent over like a hunchback, grunting and bouncing as he sought to keep his hold on the tit while fucking the daylights out of Trish, he gave himself over completely to the mindless rhythms of screwing.
The gently caressing hands at the back of his head turned into talons. He could feel an orgasm building in the blonde's lovely body, could almost feel the erotic electricity flowing from her tongue-lashed nipple through her ripe young boob. Her pussy was starting to stroke his cock like velvet-lined fingers, and the way she cocked her hips quickly back and forth as she reached the top of every stroke, working her elastic cunt walls around the very head of his giant prick, had him on the verge of a volcanic orgasm.
Then suddenly Trish drove her ass down hard onto Doug's thighs. He cried out as the girl's pussy bore down hard on his cock. The boob popped free, glistening wetly, and then Trish's cunt seemed to crush his trapped prick.
He shot jism so hard it seemed it would blast clear to her tonsils. "Yes!" she shrilled. "Yes, yes, YESS! Fuck my pussy full of come!" Her climaxing pussy pulsated around his prick, violently milking blast after blast of jism from his shuddering balls. The concentrated pleasure in his throbbing, cunt-swallowed prick was almost painful as the two teenagers came together.
After what seemed an eternity, their mutual orgasm spent itself in a last glorious spasm of interlocked cock and pussy. Trish collapsed against Doug's broad chest. Her tits flattened themselves against his shirt.
"Whew," he breathed unsteadily. "That was good!"
"Was?" Trish asked, nuzzling his neck. "Don't say that. We've only just begun...."
Thinking of it now, standing in the full stream of the shower, Doug felt himself get horny as hell. He looked down at his cock, jutting out from his crotch in a cloud of steam, and smiled ruefully. He had an urge to jack off. But that would be too much of a waste, with a girl like Trish Sweetwater on his string. Maybe he wasn't going to see her tonight, more's the pity, but he had a feeling he'd have to save himself to keep up with her.
Virile young stud that he was, he'd had a difficult time the night before, satisfying the blonde's demands. The girl's appetite for sex was unbelievable! Not five minutes after the final dying pulses of their shared climax, Trish was rotating her hips, stirring the quagmire of her cunt around the limp prick that was tightly held within her pussy. And Doug, though a minute before he would have sworn he was fucked out for a month with the fury of his orgasm, felt his cock going stiff again!
When the boy's prick had swollen to its full size, the blonde had lifted herself off him. He moaned as he felt the pussy lips caress the shaft of his prick, then looked down to see them pooch out as if reluctant to part with his cock. The pink pussy flaps slipped off the triangular prickhead, and his prick waved, flinging drops of fragrant cunt honey in all directions. Drops of pussy oil clung in the matted tangle of her pussy fur like dew.
Again Trish had hoisted herself, flashing her once-more bared ass out the window. This time Doug had glanced to the side and caught the shocked, scandalized look on the face of the old woman in the car next to theirs. He saw her turn her face forward and stare glassily at the movie screen. Her companion, dimly seen in the darkness, turned toward her and seemed to say something. She didn't seem to respond.
Uncaring, Trish turned herself so that her asscheeks smiled into Doug's face. The heavy scent from the girl's cunt, looking like a slice of furry pie between her upper thighs, had made Doug's mouth water. With an obscene wiggle of her hips, Trish put her hands on the gleaming mounds of her butt. Slowly she pulled them apart. Her asshole winked at Doug, then began to open.
"You know what I want," the girl said huskily. "Give me that great big cock of yours, lover. Give it to me up the ass!"
Fumbling with eagerness, Doug had grabbed his throbbing cock with one hand and guided its head to the inviting portal of Trish's poopchute. She socketed the head of the prick into the cup-like opening of her butt-hole, then simply sat on his prick. The cock was well slimed with her cunt juices and his own jism. It slid into her butthole as easily as it had penetrated her cunt.
Doug's eyes bugged out. As fabulously tight as Trish's cunt had been, it wasn't a patch on her ass. He didn't know if he could stand the way her tight ass channel crushed his mighty cock.
But it's worth a try, he thought, as he began to fuck her lovely butt.
Now stop that, he told himself. The water rinsed the last of the soap from his lean, muscular frame. You keep on thinking about last night, there's no telling what'll happen!
He turned off the water and got out of the tub. As he toweled himself vigorously, he tried to keep his thoughts away from Trish and the front seat of his Aspen. It wasn't easy. His cock remained stubbornly erect, and when he walked back down the hall to his room with a towel in one hand and his shorts in the other it preceded him like the bowspirit of a sailing ship.
He tossed towel and shorts onto the bed and went to the closet to get out a fresh shirt. Damn, he thought. I can't get rid of this hard-on. He turned back.
And almost yelped with shock. The door to his room had opened silently. And his baby sister was standing there, gazing at him with huge, luminous eyes.
"Jesus Christ!" he exclaimed, hastily swinging the shirt in front of his crotch. His rigid cock held it tented out before him. "My God, Sis, why didn't you knock?"
She didn't respond. She took a swaying step forward. Her lips were parted, and seemed moist. She was wearing an old work shirt of their father's. It came down to the midpoint of her slender thighs.
Her long brown legs were bare beneath its hem.
"Hey, I'm sorry," Doug said nervously. There was something about the way Joss was eyeing him that made him feel weird. "I didn't mean-"
He never finished. His sister's hands were crossed before her boobs, as though clasping herself. She let them drop to her sides. The shirt fell open.
Beneath it she was stark, staring nude!