Chapter 7
It was almost noon when I woke up the next day, Saturday. I was not hung over, but I felt very shaky, very much in need of a drink. I started to light a marijuana cigarette, but remembered I had to get through the rest of the day, help Ken break the news to Cissy, and then party with the girls half the night.
I called downstairs and told Lisette to bring me up a very strong bloody mary, and then to serve me breakfast out by the pool, with another bloody mary, which was to pass for tomato juice in case anyone else was around to be nosy. I combed out my hair, dumped my robe on the bed and selected the most revealing bikini I had. It was pure black, with the look of leather, although it was actually nylon knit. The top exposed all but a half inch of my cleavage and clung to my breasts nicely. The bottom was very low with high-cut legs.
"Come in!" I called out when Lisette's unmistakable knock came at the door, and I turned to face her stark naked as she entered. "I'm . . . very hungry today, Lisette . . . I'll have two eggs, two pieces of toast, globs of bacon, another one of these, as I told you, and some coffee."
Our eyes met as I took the bloody mary and put it to my lips. It was very cold and very strong. I drained the glass at once and reached for a cigarette (one with tobacco), as Lisette's eyes lowered to inspect the rest of my body. The powerful vodka and the inhalation of the cigarette took care of my nervousness almost immediately.
"Would Madame like another drink before breakfast?" Lisette asked very formally, and I smiled at her anxious eyes that were so excited by my naked body."No . . not right now. But be sure the one you bring me at the pool is extra strong. Use the imported, extra-proof vodka."
"Yes, Madame," she answered, obediently taking the glass from me. "Miss Cissy is sunbathing out by the pool. I . . . thought also you might like to know that she was asking Mr. Ken at breakfast where you were last night. ..."
"Oh?" I responded with a frown, then smiled as I stepped closer to her and put her arm around my naked buttocks. "And what did Mr. Ken tell her, Lisette?"
"He told her he was not certain," she answered, her grasping fingers telling me silently that I had not made a wrong move. "He said may-be you are with the old girlfriend from Texas."
"It's very nice of you to tell me this, Lisette," I said, guiding her over to my purse on the dresser. "You seem to observe things very well. Let's see . . . I don't seem to have but,a five, two ones ... oh, good, there's a fifty dollar bill. Here, darling, you must take it because you are so nice to me."
"Oh, Madame! It is too much!" she exclaimed with joy, holding on to the bill tightly. "I can buy two new dresses! I adore you, Madame!"
Lisette placed the bill and the glass on the dresser and faced me, her mouth close to mine. I entwined my arms around her body and felt the warmth of her ass flesh flowing through the nylon uniform. Her fingers played across both my buttocks, and then I pressed my lips firmly to hers.
My tongue moved immediately, aggressively into her young mouth and searched out the fleshy recesses that so resembled a cunt in many ways. Her right hand moved around to the front of my body. She placed it flatly over my cunt mound and let her middle finger probe between the upper lips and slide over the wet clit. I moved up the back of her uniform and felt the warm flesh of her upper thighs, and the pertly rounded ass that was hardly covered at all in a pair of knit bikini panties.
"Nice! Very nice, Lisette," I told her, deliberately and teasingly pushing her away. "But you must get my breakfast, darling. Later, we can kiss and . . . and do much more. I'm glad you like my body. Would . . . would you like to go to a party with several very sexy and beautiful young women tomorrow night? Some of the girls are professional models with the most beautiful and . . . very passionate bodies. Just girls and women, Lisette . . . no men."
"Yes . . . yes, of course, Madame Hathaway!" she exclaimed with an incongruous blend of the most sexual intimacy and obedient formality. "I have been to this kind of party when I was 15 in Paris. Yes, I would love to go . . . with you. . . ."
"Very good," I told her, walking toward the door with her. "Say nothing about this to anyone else unless I tell you to. Promise?"
"Yes . . . yes. . . ," she replied softly, then pressed her lips to mine in a fleeting kiss.
Ten minutes later I walked out to the pool at the side of the house. It was quite a large pool, surrounded by a beach of thick grass and tall trees and was visible only from the house. I spotted Cissy immediately. She was sprawled comfortably across two big beach towels in nothing but the tiny bottoms of her fringe-trimmed bikinis. She looked much like a topless go-go girl, and I stood in the shadows and admired her naked body for a moment.
For a woman of 33, she was marvelously in trim. She spent almost two hours every day at a very expensive health and beauty salon nearby, but the cost was evidently worth it. Her breasts were almost as large as mine, but were the tubular type that stuck way out. Her waist was a full 13 or 14 inches slimmer than her breasts, and her buttocks were about 35, compared with her 36C bust. Her legs were long and quite shapely, although her thighs were not as full as mine.
A large transistor stereo blared out classical music by her side, and a Thermos that was on top of her bikini top was undoubtedly filled with gin and tonic. Cissy wore a pair of black eye-covers so that her full face received the benefits of the tanning rays of the sun. She would never have been topless by the pool when her father was home. Jim, the chauffeur could see the pool from his bedroom window. But Cissy didn't care, I was sure. It was just like her to tease him mercilessly.
"Good afternoon, Mother Norma!" she greeted me sarcastically when I sat down at the umbrella table not far from her. "It's nice to see you up. I woke up with a splitting headache at almost four this morning and heard you come in. I hope you had a good time with your . . . girlfriend!"
"Yes, we had a very good time," I said in an expressionless voice.
"What play did you see? Or was it a movie?" Cissy asked, removing her eye-covers and pouring a drink from the Thermos. "There are so many good theatrical works going in New York, I'm sure you treated her to one of the better ones."
"We just went out for a late supper and then sat down drinking and talking until almost three in the morning," I responded, wishing I had let Lisette bring me that second drink. "You know how it is when you haven't seen anyone in ten years . . . and there's a lot to talk about. . . ."
"Oh, my, yes!" Cissy said, rolling over on her belly and looking at me from an angle, displaying her big breasts pendulously. "All night the night before, and until three this morning. And you did meet Denyse DeFontayne, didn't you? Did you find her sexy?"
"She's a very attractive woman," I replied stiffly, crossing my legs and tapping on the metal tabletop with my fingernails.
"She had a party for some of her 'special' female friends last night, I understand," Cissy probed right on, smiling as she looked down at her breasts, licked her lips and then stared me right in the eyes. "She must have invited your friend, Jeanne . . . and Jeanne would insist on inviting you ... wouldn't she?"
"Breakfast is served, Madame Hathaway," Lisette announced as she sat down the tray of food on the table and saved me momentarily, gave me time to think. "There's more tomato juice, if you would like it later. And, Miss Cissy . . . may I refill your cooling bottle with gin and tonic?"
Cissy smiled at the girl and brazenly kissed her ankle when she stepped over to pick up the Thermos. I had a remarkable view when Lisette leaned over. Her ass was naked except for the small, sheer briefs, her stockings added to the attractiveness of her young legs. And between those legs, I looked at Cissy's naked breasts and the fairly small, but swollen pink nipples as she turned on her side.
"Who told you there was a party?" I asked her bluntly after half downing the bloody mary and having a few bites of my breakfast. "Do you know Miss DeFontayne well?"
"Oh ... I met her once at a party, I think," Cissy answered casually, draining her glass and smacking her pretty lips and licking them, "I do recall that she was rather attractive . . . 'sexy', as you might put it. Did you get naked with her!"
Cissy had spit out the question as a shocker, and it was. But instead of answering impulsively and making a fool of myself, I ignored her. I was very hungry, and I simply looked away from Cissy and finished the entire meal within about three more minutes. I drained my bloody mary also, and the timing was perfect. Lisette came out with a fresh thermos of gin and tonic for Cissy and without my asking, bless her) a very cold, tall glass of "tomato juice" for me. We both thanked her profusely. When she went back in the house, Cissy stood up and walked over to the table by me.
"I've never known anyone who liked tomato juice so well," she commented, then picked up my glass and took a sip. "Oh! The imported, 150 pro vodka. . . ."
"I'm terribly sorry, my pretty stepdaughter!" I responded with the kind of biting sarcasm she had been using on me. "I wasn't aware that I had to get permission from my husband's 'little girl' in order to have a drink! Or to go out! You seem to be doing well with your gin and tonics . . . and your late hours!"
"Yes . . . that's right, Norma," she said with that smirking, confident, domineering smile! "I'm a 33 year old woman with three marriages behind me. I'm not accountable to a husband. And I don't 'sneak' my drinking. Why do you? Afraid of becoming a little alcoholic? Father has a bug about that almost as much as he does about homosexuality. . . ."
"Go fuck yourself!" I yelled at her impulsively, reaching up to slap her face with full force after she set my glass back down. "I've taken all the crap from you I'm going to Cissy! You're a Lesbian and an incest fuck too! And don't ask me who told me! The same person who told me about you, is the same person who told you about me I Yes! Denyse had a grand party! I sucked a half dozen cunts! You would have loved it, but you weren't invited!" Cissy remained silent. She stood there, holding er hand at her face where I had almost knocked her over. And then, she began to rub the sides of her body with her hands. She cupped her tubular-shaped breasts, as if holding them out for suck. It seemed that her entire attitude toward me was changing and that I had somehow slapped her into some sense.
"You're right . . . Norma," she said breathlessly, teasing me by pointing her nipples toward my mouth. "We're all three the exact opposite of what Father wants us to be. Ken and I have managed to be happy together in spite of it! You ... I always thought of you as an . . . enemy. But, darling! Don't you see? We can all three have beautiful, marvelous, shattering sex together . . . and I can come to Denyse's parties. And don't worry about Lisette . . . she's safe, and so is Jim. He fucks me sometimes, but I'm not even sure if he's around today. Norma! Let's go to my bedroom and make love. Ken's gone into White Plains to do some shopping. He can join us later."
"What about Lisette?" I asked.
"Lisette?" Cissy suddenly angered again. "Do you want her more than you do me? She's a little foreign cunt we can buy and sell! Don't you want me, Norma? I want you . . . your sexy body....."
"You're turning me on, Cissy," I replied with a quiver, locking my arm with hers. "I can't wait to get to those breasts of yours. They're so lovely."
As we walked up the front stairway together, pausing twice to embrace and French kiss, I saw the dining room entrance from the corner of my eye. Poor Lisette. She was standing there watching us, a very hurt expression on her young face. I smiled at her as if to say-"Don't worry, darling. You'll be taken care of later ... by both of us." Cissy was not so kind.
"Get to work, Frenchie!" she yelled at the girl when she saw her. "And don't come up to my room unless I call for you. Norma and I want to left alone! Do you understand?"
"Yes . . . Miss Cissy," Lisette acknowledged, then skulked back toward the kitchen.
"I can't wait until Ken gets back," Cissy said with a laugh as we entered her bedroom. "He's probably had a hard-on all morning thinking about clever ways he can bring us, you and I, together. Won't he be surprised?"
Cissy's bedroom was as large as the one Kenneth and I occupied and it had a small but complete bar like our apartment bedroom in Manhattan. Her furniture was ultra-feminine, all fine woods coated white, with borders of black that fused into the mass of white. Her dressing table had twice as many kinds of perfumes, colognes and other toiletries as mine. Even the air was subtly perfumed by a filter attachment that fit the ducts through which the air-conditioning entered the room.
Her bathroom was purple and white, complete to the thick, washable carpet. I had never been inside her quarters before and I found that just being there excited the itch between my legs! I watched Cissy carefully lock the door from the inside, then approach me, walking sO that her long, firm breasts swayed very slowly and sensually. My eyes zeroed in on the relatively small, pink nipples and I leaned over to suck it right away.
"Oh, darling . . . precious girl!" she exclaimed, her taut hands caressing my head, fingers playing in my hair and ears. "Oh, precious girl! How did you know my weak spot? Norma, darling . . . I'm so hot in my titties, I can come just by ... by playing with them myself ... or rubbing up against someone I like . . . even when we're dressed. Oh, God, darling! Darling! You're a perfect tit sucker!"
I held the long, tubular shaped breast cupped in both hands and forced the hard nipple toward my mouth. My lips barely covered the nipple at first, and then I used a great deal of suction to pull it and some of the flesh beyond into my mouth. I began to squeeze the breast just beyond the nipple, and sucked much harder. I opened my mouth as wide as possible and continued to suck as if my life depended on it!
"Norma! Norma! I ... I don't believe it! Oh, Norma, precious!" Cissy wailed in sudden delight as almost half of the body of her breast filled my mouth with its sexy fulsomeness. "Let me . . move back and forth a little, precious angel! Oh! Oh! There went a lovely orgasm. Lisette's mouth is too small for that, Ken claims his is, but I think he's just not much of a tit-man. None of my husbands could suck it in like you, precious angel! One old girlfriend, Patti, used to do it that way to me . . . but I had to quit seeing her because she kept trying to get me to let her husband fuck me, and I couldn't stand the bastard....."
Cissy talked excitedly, nervously, her breath short. She pushed her body toward me, and as I held the back part of her tit with the fingers of both hands, I could open my mouth to the very limit and slide it back and forth, as if I were sucking a very huge cock! Her nipple tickled the back of my mouth and my throat, but I was so relaxed and enjoying it, that there were no choking sensations at all.
"There! Again! Oh-oh . . . oh-h!" she screamed, and then leaned her back against the bar for support. "Norma, precious angel ... I must eat you. I must eat you. . . ."
Her voice and manner of speech were affected, almost theatrical. But despite the artificiality it made her seem very sophisticatedly sexy. I liked it. And the itch between my legs was so strong that I could feel the liquids almost ready to break the dam of my pussy lips!
"They . . . they unfasten at the sides, don't they?" Cissy asked, kneeling to help me off with my brief bikini bottoms. "I've wanted to eat your cunt ever since you married Father. Ken and I talk about fucking you or seducing you when we get hot together sometimes . . . even when he's fucking me.....
I walked over to the king-size bed and lay down on my back, spreading my legs only a little because I wanted Cissy to open the lips of my pussy herself. She came up on the bed beside me as soon as she had removed her bikini bottoms. Her head was at the level of my thigh juncture, but she did not get on top of me at first. She lay on her stomach and licked at my hips, sighing and saying almost incoherently soft words. Her left hand grazed my belly and I felt that her fingers were trembling. "Precious angel! Raise your right leg. That's it, bend the knee and keep your leg comfortable," she said.
Her wet lips and tongue were soon bathing my right thigh under the top and into the thigh-crease under my buttock. Her tongue was cat-like in its effectiveness and I was getting goose-pimples all over. Her tongue extended almost to the bottom of my cunt, then she moved her head back to my side and began to crawl on top of my belly with the upper half of her body. The breasts were against my flesh, one touching and teasing the fringes of my pubic hair. For some reason, perhaps the contact with her, I realized that my bikini top was still on. I struggled to loosen it and then get it off and throw it to the floor. After that, I rested my right hand on the top of her head and ran my fingers through the silky-brown mass.
"Precious angel!" she exclaimed with more feeling than ever when her two fingers gently parted the top of my cunt lips. "You have enough of that delicious, non-fat milk for me to fill my mouth. Oh, Norma!"
I was experiencing an orgasm already because I had been building up to it from all our activity. And then my passions were immediately rejuvenated. The feel of her big breasts pressing on my belly was a delight. The teasing of her fingers running up and down the outside of my cunt lips made me move my ass.
Sighing and breathing heavily, Cissy used her left hand to keep my pussy lips tightly together from the bottom almost to the top. She put her right finger deep in my wet cunt through the small space she had left open. The finger probed around my inner lips and beyond and circled around my clit several times. I was almost to the point of another orgasm, when she withdrew the' wet finger and licked it off.
"Delicious milk!" she said excitedly. "You taste young, precious angel. I think I could suck pussy milk blindfolded and tell you the age of the girl ... or woman. Have you ever eaten a 12 year old virgin? Oh, don't answer, Norma. If you did, it was probably that Jeanne girl who's Denyse's new femme. Well . . . pardon me while I have my milk......"
Cissy was incredible! She squeezed up the hole she had made at the top of my cunt until the flesh puckered out like a large nipple! With her breasts moving sensually against my belly, she lowered her lips and enclosed them around the "nipple" until it was a "sealed" connection! And then came the suction! She moved her head and grunted wildly as she sucked the secretions from the depths of my vagina and into her mouth.
She would release the suction to take a breath, then repeat the operation over and over until she had almost drained my cunt! There was no slurpy noise at all. She had breath control that was as silent as a baby at a bottle. And when she had finished sucking and swallowing my "precious milk", she forced her tongue through the small opening at the top, and jabbed incessantly at my clit.
The sensation was different than the usual licking or circling, but it did not seem to excite me too much at first. But as the excitement finally increased a little and I began to very, very subtly move my ass around, Cissy crawled completely over me in the 69 position. She spread her thighs and the lips of her pussy opened immediately and the secretions drooled on my chin and in my mouth.
I put both arms around her buttocks to feel that I had control of her lower body. Dark brown hair rimmed the pussy lips, which were thicker and more rubbery than average, but very slick with her juices. I opened her ass cheeks with my fingers and smelled the woman-sex dampness of her private parts thoroughly. I moved my fingers down farther until I could use them to stretch open the cunt lips more.
She seemed to smell so unusually clean in her pussy. It was not an unpleasant odor, or sweaty. It certainly was not perfumed in any way. It was the fresh and healthy natural smell that I associated with females who were fastidiously neat and clean.
I licked into the pussy and sucked out the juices, then licked around my chin to gulp in as much as possible. Her secretions had been so copious and thicker than the usual, that it made me think of sucking off a young man's cock and swallowing his come. I then began to run my tongue up and down the inner lips and was surprised to actually feel them swell and become stiffer by my contact. I was so thrilled that I gave my pelvis a big push when I orgasmed, and it knocked Cissy's hand, which had been holding most of my cunt closed, out of the way Her face immediately pressed in the open pussy.
It was as if she had been waiting for me to do that! Cissy hungrily sucked, licked and gnawed away at all of my inner pussy flesh that she could. She saved her saliva and deposited it in me like semen, squirting it between her teeth so that it felt almost too perfect as it splashed and splatted against my sensitive and responsive insides.
I began to move my ass in a slow roll that transmitted its motion to my pelvis, of course. I pushed my head more firmly into her pussy and let my nostrils inhale the wonderful odor more directly. I pressed upward and my nose slipped out onto the little piece of flesh between her cunt and asshole. My tongue had better access to her vagina, and I began to try to stretch it farther with each plunge, like I had seen Laura Lee do. Soon, the tip of my tongue was actually entering her unusually tight vagina. She cried out in orgasm immediately and I felt her vaginal muscle grab my tongue.
My chin was pressing hard against her clit, but not providing much in the way of movement yet. I was more interested in probing her vagina and making a "penis" of my tongue! Surprisingly, I found that by stretching my tongue a little bit more each time, I could get it well past her muscle. But we were tuned into making a game of it. Each time I inserted it as far as I could past the entrance to her vagina, she would grab it with her inner muscle and hold it for a moment.
I repositioned my face slightly so that my mouth itself was much closer to her vaginal entrance, my nose almost to her asshole, and my chin almost buried between her upper lips as it dug against the clit in a tempo with my tonguing. When I stretched out my tongue again, it went far past the entrance, and I groaned with delight as she began to work both sets of her vaginal muscles on it in a milking action!
My own cunt was being treated so nicely too. Cissy was more relaxed and attentive to my needs, and she licked my clit slowly as she held open my lips so that she could move her mouth down occasionally to suck up the new juices that secreted into my vagina. The slow licking thrilled me wonderfully and brought on a very shuddering orgasm that rocked my whole body. The buildup to it had become a frenzy. Her slow licking of my clit made me think of how sexy it looked to see a cat slowly lapping milk or licking on some object, my hand particularly.
Cissy was very much fascinated by my tongue-fuck idea, but I was eager for variety. I pulled open the cheeks of her lovely white ass and ran my tongue back to the crater. Her asshole puckered at the first touch of my tongue and then it began to move in and out! The crater would suck in, then push outward. I was amazed as I watched it work only inches from my eyes. I smiled as I remembered Ken's obsession for ass-fucking. He must have taught her complete control of her anus and the ring muscle and surrounding nerves.
I licked just the rim of the pulsating crater first, then suddenly pushed my tongue in deeply just as it was extended outward. It was amazing! Cissy's asshole did the rest! It pulled my tongue inside as it puckered inward and then seemed to draw my tongue out ever further! I simply relaxed my tongue and let her muscles do the rest. She pushed it out and pulled it in just as she would do a cock if she were sucking it!
"Eat those asses! Suck those cunts! Goddam, you girls give me a hard on!" Ken's voice suddenly bellowed from right beside us.
"How did you get in! How long have you been there playing with your fat, overused cock?" Cissy demanded to know after rolling off of me and spotting his clothes piled in a chair. "How did you get in?"
"The door's bolted from the inside . . . couldn't have been that way," he said with amusement. "Maybe I'm the 'cat burgler' and crawled up the outside wall....."
Although I was mainly preoccupied in watching Ken play with his big, hard cock, sort of milking it up and down, I could tell that the anger in Cissy's voice was real. She worshipped her older brother, but there were moments when privacy was the most sacred thing in the world to her.
"It looks a lot sexier," Ken was saying as he paced up and down the length of the room watching his own cock bounce up and down, "when two girls are going at it like that together and they don't know they're being watched. You remember what you told me when I caught you watching me masturbate in the bathroom. You said it looked sexier than when we were 'fooling around' and deliberately masturbating in front of each other."
"Maybe I've grown up and you haven't!" Cissy blared at him, her face red. "Answer my goddam question, you bastard! How did you get in? And . . . have you sneaked in my room before like this and watched me with someone ... or by myself?"
"How do you think I really knew what you and the little blonde go-go girl you were with last month were doing in the bathroom together?" I told you it was just a guess, but . . . might as well confess now. I watched you through the bathroom window. There's a ledge right outside the bathroom window, dear . . . part of the roof of the big service porch and laundry room we had built on to the house several years ago. It's very easy to climb the latticework on the side and then walk right up to yom bathroom window . . . and crawl inside if I want to."
"How . . . many other times have you spied on me, you prick of a brother?" Cissy demanded, her breasts bouncing so prettily as she beat her fist into the mattress. "Tell me, Ken! What else have you seen?"
"Well . . . besides you and the go-go girl in the bathroom, which was quite revealing," Ken said, feigning deep thought, "there was the time you bit Wanda Jackson's tit until you drew blood and had her scared to death. And . . . remember the high school kid you used to fuck last year? He wasn't over 16. I saw you pay him twenty bucks for stud service. . . ."
"So what?" Cissy screamed, jumping off the bed and going after him with her fists. "Money doesn't mean that much to any of us. He was a cute kid."
"And the last time Father was in California," Ken went on, dodging her blows easily. "I didn't see how much you paid them, but you had three black studs up here who did everything in the book to you! Cocks as long as bull-snakes, and you had one up your ass, one fucking your cunt, and the third one shooting his come in your mouth! And . . . ha-ha . . . you were so out of it that night. I jerked off in the toilet in there and flushed it while I was watching with the door just cracked open . . . and none of you heard it! Ha-ha!"
"And what else? Go on!" Cissy screamed, still trying to hit him, but realizing that she had lost the battle. "Tell Mother Norma all about what a perverted and obscene bitch you have for a sister! Did you look in the night that I had those same three black studs here to fuck, suck and abuse our little Lisette, while I watched and used a vibrator on myself for an hour and a half? Did you see me the night I sucked off Father's General Manager and scared the poor man to death? Did you see me when I brought up the six Lesbians from the Village and . . . no, you were in London with Father that time. Well . . . what else, dear brother?"
"Most of the times I've looked in on you," Ken said with a big laugh as Cissy gave up trying to hit him and fixed herself a drink at the bar. "You were flying solo! I've seen you work the vibrator over your cunt for half an hour or longer. Oh! And the carbonated water! You know, the one Father uses for his Scotches and sodas with the little gas pellets ... I loved watching you give yourself orgasmic douches with it while you were sitting on the toilet You must have climaxed once with each squirt . . . and there was undoubtedly a vicarious sense of father-daughter incest for you when you stuck the nozzle up your cunt . . . knowing he would be using it to provide the soda for his Scotch . . . flavored lightly with your cunt!"
"It's my soda-maker!" Cissy screamed, upset by the inference of father-daughter incest. "It was brought and paid for by my second . . . no, my third husband, the last one-Gary. He used to squirt it up my cunt all the time! He got a bigger kick out of watching me come than he did from fucking me! And he had a hang-up about Lesbians, just like Father. I seduced his cute secretary when he was out of town on business, and the stupid bitch had a fit of conscience one day and told him about it!"
The argument went on, but was rapidly dying down in intensity. It seemed to me that Ken was trying to score a point with Cissy for some reason, and finally, it came out in the open.
"What did Denyse say about Cissy becoming a member of Club Lesbos?" he asked me, then looked at his sister and said, "Listen to this, Cissy. I've had Norma arrange it so you can go to one of the lady lovers orgies-young models, hot twat, horny and hairy cunts. All waiting for you!"
"Really?" Cissy asked, looking at me. "Denyse wants me to join?"
"She's wild about it!" I exclaimed, walking over to the bar, kissing and licking her lips as I poured a lot of Scotch over a glass of ice cubes. "And she's hot for pot and acid too. The party's tomorrow night at our apartment in Manhattan. I agreed to play . . . hostess."
"Oh, Ken ... Norma! What can I say?" she said, looking from her brother to me as we both drained our glasses. "It's the group! Denyse has the most darling young models in New York!"
"Yeah . . . and I'd like to meet some of them," Ken said slowly and with determination. "Now . . . they want you because you're sexy as hell and have the body . . . and because you've got money and class! How about . . . fixing me up. I could hack it with a bunch of Lessies. I've got the tongue for it!"
"Never!" Cissy said immediately and firmly, "No matter how many times I tell you, Ken, you'll never understand! These aren't girls like Lisette ... or even me! They want nothing to do sexually with a man. They'd claw you to death if you tried to break the party. I saw it happen once in the Village, Ken. The guy was in drag ... a transvestite. When we got to the point where the clothes came off, three dykes practically clawed him to death when they saw he had a cock!"
"All right . . . fuck 'em all!" Ken said angrily. "But we can at least get Lisette up here and ball a little. And you, my dear sister, get that bottle of seltzer water or whatever the hell you call it . . . and be sure we have some gas pellets to make it really fizz! You girls are going to get it up your cunts and ass both. And! What do you prefer? I've got plenty of Mary Jane cigarettes. I suggest we all have a smoke, and I'll give you a full case to take to the party tomorrow, Cissy . . . you too, Norma. And I happen to have a few of the old fashioned LSD sugar cubes. You girls can live it up tomorrow night! And . . . why don't you just ask if the guy who donates the pot and acid can't come along . . . just once? Huh?"
Cissy ignored his request, but picked up the intercom house phone and asked Lisette to come up to her bedroom. I was looking forward to the ball with the fizz-water, but I had some kind of a premonition about the party the following night at our downtown apartment. If Ken was clever enough to get into his sister's room at the estate ... he might have ideas about getting into the apartment the next night. He seemed to be taking things too casually, while doing everything to promote the party. Why?
'Yes? Madame Hataway . . . Miss Cissy . . . Mr. Ken?" Lisette asked after we had told her to come in following her light tap on the door. You ... wanted me?"
"Of course, Frenchie!" Ken said, going behind her to re-bolt and lock the door that he had just unlocked for her. "You've seen us all naked before. Get off the uniform and fuck! Let's suck! Come on, Frenchie! Have a cigarette and let's groove, huh?"
Lisette eagerly took the marijuana cigarette and we all lit up. Ken gave her a whole pack of them too and told her that she was going to a Les party with Cissy and I the next night. Lisette seemed thrilled and began to strip, as Cissy brought out the seltzer bottle and put in a new CO2 pellet.
"Ah! It's nice to see that teenage, blonde cunt of yours again," Ken observed as Cissy knelt to pull off Lisette's briefs. "Just . . . leave the stockings and garter belt on ... so much sexier for a man.
Get on the bed Lisette. I want a light lunch followed! by some pussy-soda . . . ha-ha!"
When Lisette sprawled across the bed with her legs open, it was all I could do to try to hold myself back. Her body was so young and fresh, her legs so; beautiful, and her blonde-haired cunt so sweet and! adorable! I wanted to jump right in between the j legs and feel the thighs and sip the sweet juices from her cunt lips. Cissy joined me at the end of the bed to watch.
Ken lay beside Lisette, much like Cissy had first cuddled up to me only those few minutes before.; He moved over her belly and let the bottle of fizz-water set beside them on the bed. He opened the lips of her young pussy and pushed the hairs out of the way deftly with his tongue. I put an arm around Cissy as we knelt on the floor together.
"I love to watch my brother fuck other girls," she whispered to me, fingering my cunt gently, slowly, softly. "When he came back from his first summer at college, I was 16. He brought a friend of his with him, a boy 22. Our parents were vacationing in Europe. I ... I liked the boy. He had a good cock . . I like Ken's. You have no idea, precious angel, how I felt letting him fuck me while Ken watched us . .. and masturbated his milk all over my titties! Are you hot, Norma . . . watching him eat Lisette?"
"Very much," I replied honestly, rubbing my cheek against her right breast. "I've been living in a sexual vacuum for so long ... I mean, well, there was your father, of course, but nothing real wild! and. . . ."
"You don't have to explain, Norma," Cissy said, whispering in my ear and opening her thighs so I could rotate my finger around her slick clit. "I played a trick on him right before he met you. I had a girlfriend named Libby, who was wild for an older man. I fixed it so that Father thought I wasn't home, but I was really hiding in his bedroom closet. Libby came by to see me and Father had to go to the door because the servants were off.
"She acted like she was a little high. I knew Father thought she had the sexiest body of any of my friends, and I was right. He invited her in for a drink and they were in bed naked within 15 or 20 minutes. She posed for him and sucked him . . . did everything, but he couldn't get a hard on. All he could do was to stick his fingers in her ass and let her suck him off . . . without ever really getting hard. It's a good thing Libby was a real cockeater and loved to swallow. ..."
"I do too!" I exclaimed, watching Ken suck and lick ravenously at Lisette's open cunt. "I love to suck off men and swallow them. Their comes tastes almost as good as a nice woman's secretions . . . and there's so much more of it! Oh, I've got to suck off Ken. . . ."
"Look!" Cissy said excitedly.
Ken was feeling around for the seltzer bottle and brought it up to her hips in his right hand. He sucked her to an orgasm, then sucked more before he suddenly moved his head away. The nozzle on the seltzer bottle was pointed in a downward direction, so the bottle itself lay on her belly, while he put the nozzle in her cunt and pressed the button!
"Ah-hee! Hee-ah-ohich! Oh, it's crazy!" Lisette screamed, twisting her beautifully stockinged thighs and naked ass so that Ken had to keep moving with her. "It's crazy! You make me want a fuck a prickl I want to suck a cock . . . eat a pussy!"
The water fizzed and squirted until it was drooling out onto the bed, and then Ken quickly pulled away the seltzer bottle and glued his mouth to her cunt, gulping as he sucked out the juices. In a fit of passion, Cissy jumped up on the bed and straddled Lisette's head. The girl eagerly put her arms up around Cissy's upper thighs and pulled her open cunt down until it was being eagerly hcked and sucked by the French girl.
"Okay, Norma!" Ken called out to me, scrambling off the bed. "You're next! Just lie on the carpet there. You're already juiced up enough. Here . . . some pillows to elevate that delicious ass! And now . . . let's see how much you can take!"
Just as I heard Cissy screaming in orgasm, Ken began to fix my pussy lips tightly together by holding them shut with the fingers of his right hand. There was only a small opening at the top. It was the identical way that his sister had treated me when she went down on me that first time. Ken only hcked at the small opening atop my lips for a few moments, as Cissy came over and stood beside him, looking down at me, and demanding that he lick her very juicy pussy.
I looked up at them, between her lovely legs and into her pussy. She thrust her pelvis outward and Ken reached it with his tongue. He lapped it slowly and rhythmically as he felt his way down to the small opening at the top of my cunt and put the nozzle of the seltzer bottle in it.
"Oh! Oh . . . no . . . wheel Oh . . . oh, whee!" I half screamed, half cried out in laughter.
It was like the wildest sensation I could ever have! He pushed the button until the fizz-water was going deep into my vagina, squirting and splashing against the very womb and filling me up until I was bloated and begging him to stop. He ignored me completely and went right ahead. The pressure building up inside me was terrific! The carbonated water exerted so much pressure in my pussy that he finally took his finger off the button.
"I feel like I'm going to burst, Ken!" I objected, trying in vain to twist away from him as he refused to 'unplug' the nozzle from my opening.
"Lisette . . . come here . . . quick!" he called to the French girl, as I noticed for the first time that she had been sucking Cissy's tits and French kissing her. "You know what to do, Frenchie....."
Lisette immediately knelt between my legs and opened her mouth wide. Her lips were poised about two inches from the point where Ken had the nozzle in the small hole he had left in my otherwise closed pussy lips. Suddenly, he pulled the nozzle out and let the bottle slide to the floor! A gush of water spurted upward from the small place that was left open, and Lisette caught it in her mouth.
Ken squeezed upward with his left hand to close the hole. I was still terribly bloated! He was no longer sucking Cissy. She was down between my legs too. I watched her get into position, look up at him with that totally debauched, yet magnetically seductive smile.
"Put some more in her," she said. "Fill her up until she's ready to burst!"
"No, please!" I cried out. "I'm ready to burst now! It'll tear up my insides . . . ow . . . oh . . . oh!"
The pressure became more than I thought I could possibly bear. But Ken refused to stop. The fingers of his left hand dug into the flesh around my outer lips as he gripped tighter to keep them from bursting open. I thought my agony would never end!
"That's enough!" Cissy said, then lowered her mouth. "I want it all, Ken . . . don't fuck me up now, Ken. I want all of it from her!"
Ken quickly yanked the nozzle out of the hole, and I could see the geyser of carbonated water gush upward into Cissy's thirsty mouth before she could glue her lips over my "fountain". And then she was like a woman in screaming orgasm. She was lying on her belly between my legs. Her pelvis was rolling one way and then another, then dug itself into the deep pile of the rug. I watched her gulp, and gulp, and gulp, as the fizz-water continued to gush from my cunt into her mouth.
Finally, I felt that most of the pressure was gone. I was very relieved and experienced an orgasm, thighs and ass shaking with delight. At that point, Cissy had Ken let go of my lips and she started to suck furiously and deeply into my cunt and brought me to orgasm again. Her mouth moved up to the top of my cunt and her tongue-tip circled my clit until I screamed out a third time in a violent climax that made me shake and shudder all over for a whole minute!
"Precious angel!" Cissy exclaimed breathlessly. "That's the hottest I've ever made a girl before. Oh, I love you, Norma! What a great future we've got!"
"You left me out, didn't you?" Ken said, his cock standing up and throbbing as he tossed the seltzer bottle into a chair. "Who got her started? Who knows how to seal a cunt closed until it can take that kind of pressure? And who else is going to share the goodies with . . . Mother Norma?"
"Oh, don't be silly!" Cissy said, grabbing him by his cock and leading him to the bed. "Let's let Norma watch my brother fuck me. Come on ... I want some of your cock, darling, but hold off like the man of control that you are....."
Lisette and I stood by the bed kissing, fingering and licking. We watched Ken mount his sister so perfectly, easing his cock into her cunt without benefit of any hand guidance. And then he stroked it in and out of her cunt as if they had been fucking for years, which they had. When Cissy began to moan x and kiss and bite Ken's ears, he moved his mighty cock, piston-like, faster and faster.
Cissy threw her legs around his buttocks and began to pump her body to him. I crawled on the bed and began to hck up at her ass. Her cheeks were wide open because of the way she had her legs around him. I licked the crease and then let her movements take my tongue into her ass and "milk" it. She cried out in orgasm and jerked around so much that I could not keep up with her.
When Ken was slowly fucking his cock in and out of her cunt again, I lifted my head and licked and sucked gently on his balls. The aroma of sex was strong and inspiring, arousing and exciting. I put the tip of my tongue at the bottom of her cunt and let Ken's inward thrusts pull it along with his cock. Cissy moaned and wailed and moved her ass around with greater intensity.
I was hoping, and hoping and hoping that Ken would not come in her. I wanted his cock so much, and to taste the flavor of his sexual discharge! Very soon, Cissy came again . . . and again, scarcely two minutes apart, while Lisette licked between my outstretched legs and kept me at the very peak of excitement and arousal.
"Norma, darling . . . angel," Cissy's voice came to me breathlessly. "Move up until you're almost under the two of us. When ... I move out and Ken's cock leaves my pussy . . . you suck it. But . . . don't swallow it when he comes!"
"Cissy . . . why?" I asked, moving up under her and taking my mouth away from their connection. "Cissy I love the taste of it! I've never sucked Ken the way I want to....."
"You'll . . . get your wish," she insisted, then tried to explain to me after she was lying at our side and I had my mouth filled with the exciting, hard, throbbing cock of her brother. "The taste of come is from the taste buds on our tongues. When ... he comes . . . suck him all out . . . but hold it in your mouth. Then . . . you and I will kiss and exchange it back and forth, letting it coat both our tongues and swallowing about half each....."
I put my arms around Ken's buttocks and began to suck. I moved my hands around to his hips and found that I could control the thrusts better. He began to lick around my pussy and dab at my clit with his tongue. Cissy sat on the edge of the bed watching. Lisette was on her knees on the floor, Cissy's thighs around her shoulders. The French girl was sucking her brown-haired pussy noisily and greedily. Her hands were uplifted, fondling and squeezing Cissy's beautiful, tubular tits I I loved the feel of Ken's cock in my mouth. I never wanted it to stop. The feel of his pulsations, fullness of the organ itself, made me want to be fucked by him then too, just as he had fucked his sister and made me orgasm just watching it!
When his cock was on the outstroke, I used my tongue around the head and put the tip in his meatus hole. One time, I let the cock come all the way out of my mouth and I licked through the hairs on his balls, then pulled them in my mouth carefully to suck gently.
"My cock, Norma!" he said quickly, excitedly. "Get it back in your mouth in a hurry and then squeeze my balls! They're my weak spot....."
Immediately, I sucked the long, hard cock back into my mouth and let it penetrate deeply with each wonderfully stimulating stroke. When I sensed his orgasm, I imprisoned his head in the front of my mouth and blocked off my throat with my tongue against the back roof of my mouth. He let go and it spurted out on my tongue until the front of my mouth was filled. Cissy told me to release his cock and leave my lips open. With her fingers, she milked the last drops from his softening cock so that they fell in" my mouth.
I released Ken's balls and he moved out of the way. Cissy grabbed my arm and pulled me so that I was sitting on the edge of the bed beside her. Her anxious lips pressed on mine, and I could feel her suction pulling the viscous "milk" across my tongue and through her lips. I was aware of her moving her tongue so that the delicious come from her brother rolled around on it.
With what I had left in my mouth, I scooped with my tongue. It was amazing how I could really taste it so strongly by letting it absorb into the very taste-buds themselves. I began to suck some of it back from her. She sucked at the same time. We began a very delightful little "battle" to see who could get the most in our mouth to swallow. When I was almost certain that I had much more than half, I broke the suction of our kiss and gulped it greedily down my throat, watching the muscles in Cissy's neck telling me that she was doing the same.
"Oh, precious angel!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms around me as we watched Ken ,and Cissy begin a 69 on the floor, their bodies rolling and pitching, Ken's prick is almost hard again. "Tomorrow night will be the most, the greatest! I just can't wait! We'll have to get there early and straighten up the place . . . move all the fragile things and see that we have a good supply of liquor. I'll also arrange for the housekeeper to have a crew put the place in shape the next day. A fifty dollar bonus should take care of that......"
'Til help you too," Ken said, taking his mouth away from Lisette's cunt with a loud smack.
"And you'll leave at 5:30!" Cissy told him. "And I'll see that the doors are all locked from the inside! There's no roof you can crawl up on there to sneak in."
"How about just a little time with the girls, and. . . ." "No!" Cissy and I said in perfect unison, then hugged each other tightly and kissed as we lay back on the bed.