Chapter 4
Exhausted, drained by both her physical and emotional experienced, Ann remained naked on her living room carpet for almost a full hour before she finally reached for her discarded clothing. She was just about to start dressing when she realized the futility of it. What had happened could not be changed and she knew it would happen again. With a sense of exhausted wonder, she realized that she desired the sweet young adolescent flesh of her kid sister as much-perhaps even morethan that of her virile brother.
She rose slowly to her feet, felt the India-rubber muscles of her legs almost give way under her weight, and then crossed to the couch. There she sat down and reached over to an end table where several cigarettes stood in a small cup.
Still trying to analyze her strangely new yet conflicting emotions and needs, she lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply.
What had happened, she wondered, to make her feel as she did? With all her desire drained by her last, so totally complete orgasm, she still carried a mental vision of Sue's delicate young body with her. Maybe that's why she had been so mean the night before, she thought. Maybe it wasn't actually her desire for male attention that had made her interrupt her brother and sister, but instead pure jealousy.
She inhaled again and looked down to her own large breasts and the triangle of almost blonde hair below them. She ran her left hand over her bust and then down over her stomach to flatten the palm against her impossibly hot groin. Yet all she could think of was Sue's smaller endowments, the scalding pressure of them against her body a few minutes before, and the hot tic of adolescent hips against her own.
The vision of Sue's pink vaginal lips hovered before her mind's eye, and her fingers tingled with the memory of pressing the vibrator there. John had licked her awake earlier in the morning. Now she wondered what it would be like if Sue pressed her own pert mouth to her center of desire. Worse, she wondered what Sue might taste like-what it would be like for two girls to really make love all the way so that each could savor the ultimate passion of the other and rise to total, complete orgasm like no man in the world could bring to them.
In confused frustration, she took a final deep drag of the cigarette before grinding it out in the aslitray beside the couch. She knew she had to sort her thoughts, had to analyze her conflicting feelings before she could even hope to understand the full importance of what was going on inside her mind.
Still ignoring her clothing, she rose from the couch and started toward the kitchen. She had just put a teaspoon full of instant coffee in a cup and placed a kettle of water on the range to boil when the hard jangling of the telephone shattered through the house.
The sound terrified her. Even since the previous night, she had been living in the mistaken notion that the house and the other two people in it was somehow isolated from any part of the real world. Now, in one frightening ring, the world had cut through her isolation.
She waited in indecision for a second. The telephone rang again. The terror increased. She hadn't thought of John and Sue. What if John answered first on the other phone and tried some more of his sex organizing? The way he was going, he could only bring about complete disaster.
Almost overturning the kettle of water, Ann dashed from the kitchen and grabbed the receiver from the living room telephone. She waited a long moment before she spoke.
It was Harry Morton, the boy she had been dating almost exclusively for three months. He wanted to know if he could come over and see her.
Again almost torn completely in half, wanting some of the sanity that Harry brought her, yet still unable to rid her mind of the vision of Sue's young, eager body, she fought for control and finally lost the battle to her own powerful lust. She told Harry she was too busy to see him-that her parents were due home early-that a lot of things had to be done before they came. She promised to see him on Monday and hung up.
As she stood over the telephone, biting her lower lip in an agony of indecision, she realized what she had done. She had foregone her only chance of freedom from her desires for Sue. She had reminded herself of the shortness of time-had virtually committed herself to the depths of depravity she now knew she would sink to with her own sister.
Visually trembling, she returned to the kitchen, took the now whistling kettle from the fire, and poured the boiling water over her coffee. Without bothering to add sugar or cream, she lifted the steaming cup to her lips and puckered them out to taste the first scalding touch of liquid.
She wondered why she was hesitating. She knew she had to have Sue and yet she was procrastinating. But it wasn't as if what she was thinking about was so entirely new. Hadn't she already shown Sue how to play with the vibrator? Hadn't they already humped together on the living room floor? Hadn't-
And then, strangely and for the first time, she realized that Sue was not there. like the shock of an unexpected explosion, she knew where her sister was. Her brother had reached her first! A horrible rage consumed her. She had a mental vision of John's long, hard penis pushing its way into Sue's virginal opening. It was too much. She put the coffee cup down. Now it was no longer pure lust. It was a crusade. She had to save her sister from the disgusting lusts of her brother.
She turned from the kitchen and walked through the living room again, ignoring the pile of clothing on the floor. Slowly, with the determination of a professional killer, she climbed the stairs and, as if driven by some extra-sensory radar, walked directly to her parents' room.
The door was open. Apparently neither one had bothered to think of privacy in consummating their lust. John lay on his back, snoring slightly. Sue was curled on her side, her head resting on her brother's groin so that her long auburn hair covered his sexual parts.
Ann stood in the doorway for some moments, letting her eyes drink in the innocent beauty of her sister's form. Then, slowly, she moved forward and almost shyly reached out her hand to brush her sister's hair back. Leaning over her nubile form, she could now see that Sue's mouth was pressed gently against her brother's relaxed penis-a slight, almost baby-like smile hovering on her sensual lips.
For a fleeting instant, the vision brought a twinge of jealousy to her, but then the feeling relaxed to form one of constantly growing desire. She moved her fingers gently in Sue's hair until the younger girl finally stirred and opened her eyes.
For a moment, she seemed only aware of the male sexual organ beneath her. She squirmed slightly, nuzzling her face against it-puckering her lips in a lazy kiss until she became aware of her sister standing over her beside the bed.
Sue started to form a word on her pert lips, but Ann raised one finger to her mouth for silence. In pantomime gestures, she motioned Sue to get out of the big bed and follow her.
Obediently, with only a slight, fleeting expression of reluctant regret, the adolescent girl rose from where she had been lying and followed her sister out of the room. John grunted once and twisted in exhausted sleep, then returned to his snoring.
Still with the stealth of a thief, Ann closed the door behind her and tiptoed down the hall to the room she shared with her sister. There, again raising one finger to her lips, she closed the door and then turned to gaze hungrily at her younger sister's beautifully slender form.
"He fucked you, didn't he?" she said at length, letting her eyes roll from pert erect breasts, down over flat stomach to the little tuft of auburn hair at the top of gently rounded legs.
"Oh," Sue said, one hand pressing against the gentle curve of her groin, "it was the greatest. I came off twice. It was too much."
"I suppose he ate your box, too," Ann said, barely masking a sneer.
"Yeah, but I like it better when it's all up in there."
"He doesn't know what he's doing," Ann said as she took a pace toward her sister. She let her hands inch out until her palms circled the younger girl's waist. For a moment she stood looking into Sue's eyes, her palms caressing the gentle swell of hip then sliding upward, finally to move under the pert jut of budding breasts.
"He doesn't?"
"Honey," Ann purred, "don't you know only another girl can really understand what really feels good? He's a boy. All he thinks about is getting his own jollies. With you and me, we could really have a good time."
Sue moaned and looked down at her sister's hands gently massaging her small breasts. "Oh," she sighed. "That's good. I like it when you feel me like that."
Without answering, Ann gently pushed her sister back toward one of the two beds in the room. As the younger girl's knees made contact with the bed, she stopped, remained standing for a moment, then finally sat down.
Ann leaned over her, still gently touching the soft flesh of her breasts, but this time Sue lifted her own hands to cup the heavier flesh of her sister's far larger mounds. "Ummm . . . " she moaned. "You feel good, too."
"See what I mean about girls being better?"
Sue continued to fondle her sister's breasts as her own, in turn, were gently manipulated. Her breathing was slightly heavier than normal despite the slight expression of doubt that flickered across her face. It was obvious that she was at once experiencing intense pleasure because of the mutual stimulation, but also doubtful as to whether the pleasure she might feel with Ann could ever equal the orgasm to which her brother had brought her that morning and the night before.
"It's good," she murmured, "but I still like that big thing in me."
Ann forced her down on her back. "I'll put something even better in you," she snapped as she climbed onto the bed so that she knelt over the girl, her head toward her sister's feet.
At first she contented herself with remaining there motionless, gazing longingly at her sister's gradually opening vagina, then, still with her elbows straight-still looking at the pink young flesh below her-she gradually let her knees relax until her own organ hovered mere inches above her sister's mouth.
"Want to make it?" she asked. She could barely control her voice now, the desire had become so intense within her. "Want to swing together?"
She waited an eternity for Sue to reply and then felt, rather than heard, the response. The pressure, cold at first, of small palms slid up along her thighs, slowly but with demanding determination until they reached her buttocks and cupped the flesh gently under them. Then she could feel the pressure increase as Sue pulled gently toward her, forcing Ann's hips down centimeter by slow centimeter.
Still bracing her torso on the props of her arms, Ann allowed her hips to sink down and down until she could at last feel a soft, gentle movement against her pubic hair. The stimulation-the anticipation-was almost more than she could bear. She bent her arms until she now rested on her elbows, her own face mere inches from her sister's widely opened vagina.
Then she felt the first shock of tentatively exploring tongue as Sue lifted it to meet her. She could no longer control herself. She allowed her hips to fall completely, heavily, on top of Sue's face-felt the full thrust of adolescent tongue as it shot up hot and wet to explore the secret confines of her most sensitive part.
She remained for a second more staring at Sue's open love channel before the horrible sexual greed she had so long denied herself finally consumed her utterly. Then, like someone literally starving, she dropped her head to her sister's vulva area, plunged her tongue into the molten cavity there and began licking and kissing with animalistic abandon.
Each girl now clutched the other tight to her as they rolled sideways on the narrow bed. Breast to navel, mouth to groin, they rolled in twisted abandon this way and that, as the sounds of their passion echoed within the small room like the foot slogs of soldiers in mud.
But to each there was no sound. Each was involved in an entirely new kind of greed so intense that she hardly knew the pleasure being given to her, so intent was she on savoring the secret folds and curves of the other's most intimate spot. They were like starved animals glutting themselves with the sweet internal flesh of a recent kill. Two warriors in Hades, battling for ultimate supremacy which could never be achieved.
And then, at the same instant, each began to feel the tongue of the other against the tingling nipple of clitoris.
Each now could feel the increase of her own pulse rate, could feel the impact of pumping heart as the pressure of her blood increased throughout the entirety of her body. Each felt she could hardly control her breathing while ministering to the other's vaginal area. Yet, breathing seemed unimportant. The only thing of any importance seemed to be to press deeper into the wet cavity before her and to pull it tight to her hungry mouth as her own hungry vaginal lips pressed hard against the mouth of the other.
Their body tensions were mounting, soaring out of control now, their muscles contracting in involuntary spasms. Each could feel the tightness in her anus, the tingling sensation spreading from the tips of her nipples over the areolae and throughout her breasts. Each could feel the other's outer labia engorging with even more hot blood, could feel the hard contractions of the inner lips actually tiying to pull her tongue deeper within their hot grip. Their clitorises seemed to be moving of their own accord-rising even higher, ever more erect, to seek more of the oral stimulation each was giving and taking.
And then each at once knew . . . Slowly at first, and then with increasing sureness, each felt her own vaginal spasm begin at the exact moment that she tasted the spasm of the other. The engorged tissues swayed and moved in a series of never-ending, intense muscular contractions. At first it was like a double earthquake, the contractions hitting with machine-gun regularity of one per second, displaying such unerring accuracy that time could have been clocked by them had time existed. But there was no time, there was no place. There was only the hot pressure of vagina against mouth and mouth against vagina. Their vaginas contracted, moving from the upper ends like hot tidal waves of molten lava down toward the cervix. Rolling and then rolling again.
Their faces twisted in masks of pleasure so intense it could have been final agony, their breasts flushed red against each other's bodies and groans of torture escaped their parted lips only to be lost in the hot confines of the other's pulsating flesh. The perspiration that now covered each body began to run in rivulets onto the bed-clothes to be mixed with the sweet fluid of mouth and groin that mingled with it to dampen coverlet, seep through that and dampen the sheet below.
Still they could not stop; their sexual organs tried to relax but greed would not allow it. They pressed harder against one another, churning tongues against labia, lips against clitoris until one vast, complete orgasm fused with another and wave after wave of pleasure and agony crashed through them both at once, so that, almost four minutes after the beginning of the initial spasm, both girls gasped as if struck dead, and finally, no longer able to hold to one another, rolled apart.
They lay with heads at opposite ends of the bed for some minutes, perhaps hoping for sanity to return, but incapable of any thought other than the completely satisfied drained feeling each was experiencing. And yet, in each mind, despite exhaustion, despite physical and spiritual fatigue, was only one thought-another pleasure equally as intense.
As if on single cue, each girl moved slightly so that her right hand touched the right leg of the other. Then because Sue seemed the more exhausted by the past ordeal, Ann slowly rose to her side. She seemed unable to get enough of the sweet nectar that continually oozed from her sister's vagina. She was drained, exhausted, and yet she had to get back to where she had been a moment before. like some horrid narcotic the younger girl's vaginal lips-her delicate pink labia and the darker, ruby flesh beyond-were drawing her like a sexual addict.
She twisted around on the bed so that she was now kneeling between her sister's spread legs and again lowered her mouth to the sweet river flowing beyond the scented garden of sparse auburn hair.
She was again unaware of time, of space, of anything but the lush Eden into which she darted her tongue. There was nothing but the taste of Sue, the gently pulsating vagina under her and the succulent nub of clitoris flitting above and below her constantly moving tongue.
She did not hear the whisper of door opening, did not know or care that her brother now stood in the room watching them.
Sue, however, saw him there. She started to speak, but he motioned her to silence. With a knowing smile, she nodded slightly and then returned her hungry gaze to where Ann was licking hungrily at her vulva.
The sight of his sisters enjoying lesbian abandon, particularly of Ann eagerly slurping into Sue's cavity, her perfectly formed buttocks lifted high into the air as her hands and lips explored every fold and crease of warm, wet flesh, could have been a spring. It seemed that his own organ fairly snapped to erection.
Holding it in his hand, he tiptoed across the room to stand for a moment at the foot of the bed.
Sue still watched him smiling broadly. Ann was oblivious to everything except the engorged vagina around her hungry mouth.
He waited another moment, then, in one swift, smooth gesture, placed one knee on the bed, and, pushing with the force of the other, slammed the full length of his organ deep within the dripping confines of his sister's love chalice.
"Oh God!" he heard her gasp as he reached around to cup her breasts tightly; he pounded hard against her to send her face even tighter against Sue's gaping groin. But she did not struggle away from him. Instead, she ground back with pressure to match his own.
He thrust tight into her, clasping and kneading her huge breasts while he stared over her back at Sue's smiling face.
"Oh, wow," she was saying again and again, "this is the most! The absolute most!"
Neither John nor Ann seemed to hear her. They moved in furious rhythm, pounding one another as if intent on ultimate destruction. Ann's mouth never left her sister's vagina. John drove heavily back and forth against her double-pleasured body.
They thrust and churned that way for an eternity until Sue spoke again. Still with a happy smile on her face, she closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them. "Guy!" she laughed. "I'm coming off again. This is the most!"
John watched as her body seemed to flush. The small breasts began to tingle with color and her flesh ticed spasmodically, with the jerks which she could no longer control emanating from within.
He was fascinated by the relaxed smile still on her lips. It seemed as if she was taking her real pleasure not from the sensations that Ann was making soar through her vagina, but rather from watching the entire three-way act. Ann, he now knew, was experiencing a total thrill which she had probably long desired. The mere act of licking her sister might have brought her to another orgasm, but coupled with the hard, demanding shaft of his own organ within her hot confines, she was now powerless to control her responses.
He thrust three more times after Sue's remark and began to hear the heavy, involuntary gasps which escaped his sister's arched body. He saw her lift her head from Sue's vagina, felt her rock convulsively against him and finally removed his right hand from her breast. Reaching under her, he explored the soggy area of their union until he found the erect tip of her hot clitoris.
He grasped it between thumb and index finger, gave a gentle squeeze and then flicked it softly several times. She was groaning like a mad woman now, twisting and grinding under him as wave after wave of orgasm racked her voluptuous body.
Power was his, he knew. He had had so much sex in the past two days that he had now become a superman. He could come if he wanted to, but he didn't have to. It was as though his penis had turned into something magic-something superhuman that could do just fine for them and yet would remain safe from its own destructive pleasure.
He thrust two more times in Ann, waited until her own movements ceased and she sprawled heavily on her stomach in the bed. Then, he pulled away from her, his organ still rigidly hard, now glistening with the sweet fluid of his sister's desire.
Sue was still looking at him, smiling as she eased slightly aside to let her sister lie on the narrow bed. Then a slight frown clouded her face as she glanced down to his glistening shaft.
"Didn't you come?" she asked.
He shook his head. "Gosh," she said. "Want it?"
"You know, Johnny. Tongues are kicky, but I want that up in me all the time."
Walking on his knees, he advanced along the length of the bed toward her, completely ignoring the body of his other sister to his right.
He hovered over Sue's spread legs for a moment, then in slow teasing gestures gradually lowered the tip of his penis until it barely touched her outer labia still spread wet and wide.
The first contact seemed to send an electric shock through them. He felt her quiver under him for an instant before her legs lifted to enfold him and draw him down to her arching hips. Then it was she who was pounding and thrashing against him, throwing her hips high, jiggling her tiny breasts and smiling happily as she kept saying, "Guy, Johnny, this is real fun!"
Still believing that he could now continue the movements forever, no matter what sensations shivered along the erect length of his manhood, he glanced from Sue's smiling face to where Ann now began to stir beside him. She rolled to her side, saw the panorama of lust before her, but did not indicate any evaluation.
John reached out and grabbed one of her huge breasts, then leaned over to take its erect nipple in his mouth. Sue's hips still churned under him, Ann's breasts was tightly clamped in his mouth and he knew that above him the two girls were kissing feverishly. Then, in addition to the soft slap of his testicles against Sue's wet flesh, he felt the curious fingers creep along his leg as Ann reached down to massage and manipulate his hanging scrotum.
In that simple, exploratory touch, that delicate caress of hand on scrotum, his permanence ended. Again, he realized that with passion like this he could never even hope to be perpetual. Each time he thought so, the dream was beautifully shattered by one girl or the other.
Now, he could feel his own added blood pressure and the tap-hammer pounding of his pulse. He could no longer breathe easily through his nose, but had to open his mouth to suck in huge gulps of air. His entire body felt hot and flushed and the world seemed to be limited to the warm cauldron that banged up hard against his hips only to slip slightly away and lift high again.
Every muscle in his body seemed to spasm at once. One foot curled tight in a cramp, but he felt no pain. Something deep within him snapped. He felt a terrible pain at the base of his spine and then the forced gush as the warm jet of his semen spurted like hot lava into Sue's welcoming cavern.
"Gosh!" Sue gasped. This time the smile was gone. Her eyes clamped tight together and she, so much in control a moment before, almost screamed. It was a high but gurgled sound that escaped her open lips but couldn't quite break free of her tightly clamped teeth.
Ann gave one final hard squeeze to his scrotum and Sue churned against him. He knew the hot splash of his own fluid within his little sister had brought her to yet another orgasm. As his mind swam in the surging pleasure of release surrounded by nubile female flesh, he wondered absently if there was any person or any group of peopie who could ever bring little Sue to complete satisfaction.
They all lay exhausted for several moments before he pulled free of the dripping lips still squeezing tightly around his now limp organ.
Sue groaned as he finally tugged himself away and out of her, but she didn't speak. He rose from the bed, bent down to kiss one of her small breasts while at the same time tickling Ann's wet opening with a finger. This time, Ann smiled up at him. All the hate seemed to have drained from her face. She was totally exhausted, totally satiated.
He wondered how long that state would last. And then, as he turned to leave the room, he thought of how ironic the whole situation was. Just because he had been frustrated the night before and had had a couple of beers, he had gotten the wild idea to crawl in with Sue when really Ann was the better looking, better built of the two. Now, he didn't know whether he had made the right choice or not. Sue could kill him with her lust without half trying. He could never have any real sexual power over her. She could come and come again and again without ever seeming to be satisfied, while Ann was really a slave to her own passions.
He was too weary to think more about it. He walked down the hall to his own room, then to the bathroom. He turned the shower on and stepped under the invigorating spray, hoping to bring some semblance of life to his exhausted drained body.
He had only been there a minute-perhaps two-when the shower door opened, and without a word Sue stepped under the water with him.
She gently took the bar of soap from his hand and lathered her hands with foam before beginning to wash him. He waited quietly as her slender hands slid from his chest to his stomach and then to cover his genitals with soap, lathering the foam around his thighs for a moment only to have the shower spray rinse it away.
Then, without further warning, Sue dropped to her knees under the tingling spray of warm water and, lifting his scrotum in both hands, stuck out her tongue to caress the very tip of his soft member. She ran her tongue over the head of his penis for a moment then slowly leaned forward so that the entire soft organ disappeared into the hot confines of her mouth.
The sensation was unbelievable. He was drained, exhausted, sexually finished-at least for several more minutes-yet the hot surge of excitement running through him was something he could not have imagined. The warm water hit his neck and shoulders with a thousand liquid needles and yet his manhood was being held warm and safe in his kid sister's oral pocket.
She continued massaging him with her tongue for some long moments until she apparently realized that he would no longer be erect for some time. Finally, her auburn hair hanging limp around her childish face, she rose from her knees and stood facing him.
"Gosh," she said. "I thought maybe you'd like it in the shower."
"Jesus," he said, slightly annoyed. "Can't you ever get enough?"
"You should talk!" she snapped. "You're the one who wanted to teach me all this stuff last night."
He turned away from her and abruptly turned off the shower. Without speaking he opened the door, stepped out and threw a towel to her as he took another to dry himself.
When they had both dried themselves, he told her he wanted something to eat. It was almost one o'clock in the afternoon and his exertions had given him a ravenous hunger.
Both completely naked, still, he and Sue walked downstairs to the living room. He continued on toward the kitchen, but she stopped when she saw the vibrator still lying on the floor where Ann had left it. She stooped to pick it up and then followed her brother into the kitchen.
As he opened the refrigerator to look for some snack food, she sat down in one of the chairs at the chrome and formica table.
John had just reached inside the refrigerator for the platter of cold beef from their dinner the previous night, when he turned to look at Sue.
She had lifted her right leg so that her foot was now beside her buttocks on the seat of the chair. From where he stood, he could see every convolution of her adolescent vagina, every strand of hair covering it. He heard the soft whirr of the vibrator before he noticed it in her hand.
Then, with a casual deliberateness which seemed completely unsensual, he saw his fifteen-year-old sister slowly insert the throbbing machine deep into her wet vagina, replace her foot on the kitchen floor and look up to him.
He slammed the refrigerator door and placed the platter of beef on the counter beside it. "Shit!" he said. "You never get enough, do you?"
She ignored him. "Ummm," she said. "That's good. Real good. That way I can sit here having a sandwich with you and still maybe come off a couple of times, too."
He ignored the remark. He cut two thick slices of beef from the roast, placed each between two slices of buttered bread and slid a plate across the table to Sue. She took a big bite of the sandwich, chewed slightly and then began to talk, still with her mouth full of bread and meat.
"Know what?" she said as he sat down opposite her.
"What?"
"I just got an idea."
He took a bite of his own sandwich and looked at her.
"Know what would be a gas?" she said. "No. What?"
"After lunch, I could have this old goodie up in me and suck on you too. It'd sort of be like having two guys around."
He grunted and took another bite of sandwich. He was sjtill soft. Still drained.
"Don't you want to?" she asked.
He grunted.
"I'll suck you real good, Johnny. I . . . "
"What's the matter?"
Her hands cupped over her breasts to squeeze and massage the nipples. "Ummm, that's good, Johnny. I'm going to come off again. Guy, I could keep coming all day like this."
"God damn it!" he snapped. "Will you knock it off! Eat your sandwich and shut up."
She sighed in masturbatory satisfaction, looked down at the plate before her for a second then up to him. "I'd rather eat you," she said. "Doesn't matter if it's not hard yet. I'll make it come up. Honest. I promise."
For a moment before he had thought she was taunting him, but now he realized that she genuinely meant what she was saying. Perhaps he had been right. Maybe she really couldn't be satisfied. Maybe all she wanted was something in her vagina and something in her mouth all the time. He looked at her a long time, then rose from the table.
"Here," he said, "give me that kinky machine. Let me work it in you while you work your head."
She again lifted one leg to the seat of the chair and this time removed the still-whirring machine. Almost reluctantly she gave it to him as he left the kitchen and walked into the living room.
At first he thought of sitting on the couch, but realized that although she would have access to him there he would not be able to reach her own genital area easily. He lay down on the carpet, pulling her down over him so that as she knelt straddling him he could look up to see her genital area directly over his head.
Then, as she eagerly lowered her mouth to take the full curled length of his flaccid organ beyond her hot lips, he flicked on the vibrator and reached up to run the tip in little teasing gestures over her labia, her clitoris and her anus.
As he was doing so, he heard the soft footstep on the stairs, turned his head slightly and saw Ann just walking into the room. He knew from what he had seen earlier that she liked licking on Sue's parts, and now he had a wild idea. With his free hand he motioned her over so that she knelt down on the floor beside them.
As Sue continued to lave his penis with hot saliva, John eased Ann under her so that her head was on his chest and her tongue in direct contact with Sue's vagina.
As Ann teased her sister's orifice and clitoris with her tongue, John used one free hand to work the vibrator against Sue's sphincter and the other to dip into Ann's already open and sogging vagina.
It was the wildest thing he had ever done. His fingers were dipping into and stroking one woman's spread vagina, feeling the bobbing clitoris as it responded and jumped under the tingles of his touch. Above him, he had already succeeded in inserting the very tip of the whirring vibrator into the tight opening of Sue's anus and was gently pushing so that the machine penetrated deeper and deeper. Under that, he could feel the slight movements of Ann's eager mouth, could hear her heavy breathing and the occasional wet, animal sounds coming from her that blended so well with the heavy continual spatter of rain outside the house.
Below, Sue had never stopped the movements of her own mouth. She seemed to have gained the knowledge of every woman throughout all of recorded time in a matter of but a day. The girl had an instinct for sex. Maybe she had been a virgin this time the previous day, but something in her fundamental character was made for sex and didn't need formalized instruction. She had picked up more knowledge of John's nervous system on a single day than Ann would probably ever learn.
Besides, he thought with a sigh, Ann probably liked her lesbian stuff better than real sex. She'd been frightened of real sex all her life, and then when it finally hit her it had been in the form of a dirty trick. After all, he had slammed the vibrator into her. He had taken her by the back door. With Sue it was different. Everything the previous night had been gentle and nice until Ann broke them up and she'd gotten some real joy out of her first sex with a male. No wonder she was so hungry.
As his sister's mouth continued to move sensuously on him, he felt the life beginning to return to his previously exhausted organ. Slowly at first, and then with increasing drive, the blood began to flow through him so that he started to uncurl like a giant snake stretching lazily before striking for the kill.
And then he was hard! Ready! Somehow he didn't want a mouth on him anymore. He wanted to put himself where he really belonged.
Roughly, brutally, he pushed Ann out of the way and withdrew himself from Sue's mouth. The vibrator was now almost fully inserted in Sue's anus as, ignoring the indignant cries of Ann, he rolled the younger girl on her back and thrust his own living organ deep into her vagina.
"Wow!" Sue cried.
And he echoed the single word. This time it was like never before, because in addition to her own ticing, twisting, pounding movements there was also the constant hundreds-of-times-a-minute vibrations of the machine lodged in her intestinal tract. It was as if he were actually being massaged by the soft hot folds of her vagina.
For Sue the pleasure was equally as intense. Since her first experience the night before, she had somehow realized that sex, although completely absent from her life before, had now become almost a total way of life for her. Now she was full, at once with the man who had first brought her to orgiastic splendor and with a whirring, stimulating machine that seemed to be titillating the very depths of her being and making his organ vibrate in sympathetic oscillations with it.
Both Sue and John were oblivious to Ann in their ecstasy. Ann, however, was furious. A moment before she had been happily lying on her back, her own vagina being gently, maddeningly stroked by male fingers as her lips drank in the sweet fragrance of love's nectar from her sister's vagina. Now, in an instant, she had been thrown aside, had rolled over and had turned to see the body she desired being doubly impaled by both her own brother and her own vibrating machine.
For an instant she thought of flinging herself furiously upon the two writhing lovers, or perhaps of leaping to her feet, rushing into the kitchen and beating them to miserable sodden pulp with one of the chairs there; but then she looked to Sue's face.
There was no longer a smile there. This time the pleasure being experienced by the young girl was apparently too great for that. Her eyes were only half open, their lids fluttering slightly, their pupils heavily glazed with pleasure.
But it was Sue's mouth that arrested Ann's attention. It was open and breath was escaping heavily from between the. parted lips. Occasionally, the young girl would let her tongue dart out to moisten half-parched lips. And that is what arrested Ann's attention.
The tongue! She wanted Sue's tongue in her again.
She scrambled to her knees and crawled the few feet across the carpet until she was straddling
Sue's head, then she bent her knees, and like a mother hen squirming to adjust her pressure on a newly laid egg, settled down over her sister's face. At the same instant she felt the hot lick of tongue shooting up within her, she also felt the soft caress of John's hands cupping her breasts from underneath. They were facing each other now, she straddling Sue's head, he pounding brutally against her groin as the vibrator whirred under him.
It was all too much, the tongue below, his now-gentle hands on her breasts and his handsome face swimming before her. Was it hate? was it love? She no longer knew-no longer cared. She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around her brother as their lips met in a fervent tongue-twining kiss.
And in that instant their mouths met, a surge of wet fire leaped through her, Sue gave a convulsive groan and John shuddered in her arms.
The three spasmed together, almost exploding under the intensity of their desires; they remained in position for some time, before, like a building seen crumbling through the lens of a slow motion camera, they finally collapsed to the rug.
The house was silent. The only sounds-labored breathing, the dull drone of rain, and the soft, gentle whirr of oscillating vibrator still trapped in the hot confines of Sue's vagina.