Chapter 4
Jimmy Blalock braked his car in front of the Traynor house and climbed out, checking his reflection in the side mirror and approving with a mental nod.
He would like to be a couple of inches taller than his five feet, eleven inches. But, as he liked to boast, those two inches had been tacked onto his cock, and he would rather have them there than anywhere else.
Pressing the button beside the door, he leaned against the jamb with relaxed shoulders, one lock of brown hair almost covering his low-lidded eyes.
Lisa Traynor opened the door, smiling as she greeted him. "Carol won't be home for about an hour, Jimmy," she said. "She called a few minutes ago, and asked me to have you wait for her."
The youth sauntered into the living room, thrusting his hands into his hip pockets, a position that tugged his jeans more tightly over the already crowded crotch. His grin broadened when he saw Lisa's eyes fall to the prominent bulge and narrow in feminine approval. His own gaze roamed up and down her lush body, and he felt his cock begin swelling at the thought of humping her ass.
It wasn't the first time he had thought about it. The first time Carol had introduced him to her older sister, Jimmy had catalogued the chestnut-haired Lisa as a potential piece, and each succeeding visit had made him more aware of the woman's desirability. The only drawback was her husband. Mike Traynor was a big bastard, and Jimmy wanted no part of him. However, if Mike didn't know about it, a romp with his wife would bolster Jimmy's ego considerably. Having failed to get more than his finger into Carol's snatch, Jimmy could use all the ego boosters available.
"How's Mike doing?" Jimmy asked, still keeping his pelvis pushed forward as his cock ridged the tightly stretched jeans in obvious swelling.
"He's working hard," Lisa answered, trying to look away from the boy's crotch, but finding her eyes unable to leave the exciting view. Since that unbelievable experience with Satin and Brenda, she had been unable to think of anything but sex.
Jimmy moved his left knee outward, causing the engorged shaft to tent the denim with its attempted rise. He saw Lisa's lips part and her eyes narrow.
"Are you expecting him home pretty soon?" he asked.
She shook her head. "He won't be home for all hours."
Jimmy took a step toward her, watching the quick rise and fall of her big tits beneath the thin housedress, and wondering if there was anything but Lisa Traynor under there. Somehow, she struck him as the type who wouldn't wear panties around the house.
"That means," Jimmy said, dropping his voice, "that there'll be just you and me 'til Carol gets home."
Until then, Lisa hadn't considered the possibility that the youth would do more than steal a quick peek at her tits or her bottom. Even the erection had been accepted as a perfectly natural phenomenon, indicating nothing more than the usual horniness of the younger generation. But the suggestion in his tone was unmistakable.
Lisa felt her nipples stiffen perceptibly, and an exciting warmth crept into the lush mound between her thighs. She ran the point of her tongue across her upper lip.
"You sound disappointed, Jimmy," she said teasingly. "I must be getting older than I thought."
His eyes were bold as they danced up and down, lingering just above her knees where the short dress permitted a tantalizing preview of her rounded thighs. The tent in his jeans gave a pronounced jerk.
"You're not much older than I am," he countered. "Carol's fifteen, so I guess you're about nineteen or twenty."
"Flatterer," she smiled. "I'm twenty-four, and you know it. Carol delights in pointing out that I'm nine years older than she."
He took another step, almost touching the tips of her breasts with his broad chest. "That makes you mature, Mrs. Traynor, not old."
Lisa felt as though her nipples were trying to reach out toward him as she said, "You call my husband Mike. Why don't you call me Lisa?"
His eyelids lowered and his handsome mouth moved expressively. "Want to make that official?" he murmured.
A little uncertainly, Lisa answered, "Sure."
She gasped when he stepped forward, sliding his arms about her waist and jamming that burgeoning hardness against her belly. Her lips were still parted as his mouth covered hers, and she felt her tongue sucked out to dance wildly as his chest massaged the strutted nipples of her unfettered tits.
Lisa's hands caught the boy's shoulders, pushing half-heartedly for a moment before drifting up to pull his feasting lips more tightly against hers. She shifted her hips and felt the throbbing length of his cock collide with her hungry cuntal mound, igniting a fire deep inside her vagina.
"Jesus!" she exclaimed, managing to free her mouth from his. "You don't waste any time!"
His hands were squeezing her buttocks, the fingers testing the thin dress and confirming his suspicion that she wore no panties. He jammed his middle even closer, grinding his hard against her crotch and trying to insert one knee between her legs. . "We don't have but an hour," he reminded her. "I don't want to waste it."
Committed, now, Lisa grinned at his flushed face. "Are you trying to tell me you can last that long?" she asked teasingly.
He was bolder, assured of his conquest. "Lady, I can last all night, especially with a chick like you."
She chuckled derisively. "I've heard that before. I'll bet you can't last ten minutes."
He moved his hips, working his prong back and forth over the warm mound. "Try me, woman I" he grated. "I'll show you!"
Lisa forced his arms away and stepped back, trying to regain her own composure. Her cunt was palpitating like crazy, and she could feel the wetness seeping from the quivering lips.
"That's an old trick," she reminded him. "You tell a girl you're a real stud. Then, when you get what you want, you pull your pants up and take off." She shook her head. "No, thanks!"
He tried to pull her into his arms again, but she wriggled free, making sure her tits slid against him with the movement. Jimmy's voice was desperate with desire.
"How the hell can I show you, if you won't let me?" he demanded.
Her eyes twinkled. "I tell you what I'll do," she said, making her voice low and suggestive. "If you'll agree to keep your hands to yourself, I'll bring you off in less than ten minutes."
He leered, his eyes eager. "Or what?" he asked huskily. His cock seemed about to burst through the trousers.
"I'll use my hand," she smiled. "If you win, I'll let you do it."
His hand flashed to his zipper, but he waited, staring at her lips. "Do what?" he asked, wanting to hear the words.
Lisa's answering grin was tight. "Ill let you fuck me!" she said in a soft voice. "That's what you wanted, wasn't it?"
He started to nod, and a little frown dropped his brows. "What if I lose?" he said. "I still get my rocks off!"
"And you get to eat me out," Lisa smiled. "Do you still think you can last that long?"
Jimmy's lips curved. "Baby, that ain't no threat! I dig that kind of action."
"Maybe I've underestimated you, Jimmy," she admitted. "Come on, into the bedroom. We've already lost five minutes."
He followed the swaying hips through the narrow hallway and into a dimly lighted room where Lisa quickly threw the spread back on the double bed, pointing commandingly.
"On your back, Junior," she said. "Want to take your clothes off?"
"Will you?"
Without answering, Lisa tugged the dress upward and over her head, shaking her brown hair and enjoying the boy's admiring stare. She ran her fingers through the curls about her aroused slit.
"Are you gonna look?" she asked, "or participate?"
He stripped off the shirt and unzipped his slacks, his prick jerking upward with release as the pants slid down and off. Lisa had to fight the urge to grab the lovely shaft. Just the sight of it brought another hot gush of juice to the lips of her cunt.
Jimmy wiggled his hips, making the strutted cock wave back and forth, tugging at the hairy balls that swung heavily between his muscular thighs.
"Wouldn't you rather just let me slip this thing to you?" he whispered. "I'll bet you've never seen one this big."
"We're betting on staying power, Jimmy," she reminded him. "Lie down and check your watch."
She had to admit that the lad was well-hung. The thick shaft that reared over his belly as he stretched out on the bed was easily eight inches long, and swollen so hard that the shiny head was strained with tautness. Her pussy ached to feel it sliding up inside her, but she rejected the temptation to simply climb atop the naked youth and satisfy that aching need. The session with Satin and Brenda had taught her that there was much more pleasure to be had by taking the indirect approach.
Sitting down on the edge of the bed, she placed one hand on his thigh, positioning it so she could touch his balls by lifting her thumb.
"How much time do I have?" she asked.
"Nine minutes," the youth groaned. "For god's sake! Do something!"
Lisa pressed her fingertips against the base of his shaft and trailed them upward along the swollen ventral ridge to the sensitive V of the strutted glans. The prick pulsated furiously and jerked upward toward his belly, yielding a glob of jism that clung lovingly to the satin tip.
She curled her palm about the prick as far as the fingers would reach, using her thumb to spread the slippery lubricant over the flaring head, squeezing the throbbing hardness and feeling it swell in response.
Jimmy's hips pushed upward, urging her to begin that delightful stroking, and she cooperated by sliding her grip up and down the pole, pulling the loose skin down until the head strained with pressure, then sliding it up to cap the shining tip.
"Ahhhh!" Jimmy breathed, rocking his ass in time with her rhythmic strokes. "You know how it's done!"
Without pausing in her labors, Lisa asked, "Doesn't Carol ever do this for you?" For the first time, she admitted to herself that her younger sister was no longer the starry-eyed innocent of yesterday.
"Yeah," the boy grunted. "But she doesn't have your touch. She just bangs away at it."
Tightening her grip and pumping a little faster, she asked the question uppermost in her mind. "How is she at the real thing, Jimmy?"
"Are you kidding?" he exclaimed. "She keeps a lock on that thing! All I get from her is a quick pump job."
Lisa hid her surprise. Carol had blossomed into womanhood during the past couple of years, and, although wanting to think of her as still virginal, the thought was difficult when Carol displayed those ripe tits and that constantly wiggling ass.
Her hand moved faster, the palm slick with his juice, sliding up and down the cock and squeezing the huge knob at the peak of each stroke. She raised the thumb of the other hand and nudged his balls, sliding the heavy sac back and forth as she frigged him.
"How much time?" she hissed.
"Five minutes!" Jimmy groaned. "Goddamn! It's good!"
He arched his neck to stare down over his belly, his hot gaze taking in the swaying breasts that hovered close to the oozing head of his cock.
"Can't I touch you?" he begged, his eyes hungry.
She wagged her head, grinning at his discomfort, her hand flogging away at the strutted prong, milking it to increase the slippery juice on her gliding palm.
Suddenly, she leaned forward, steering one distended nipple until it touched the tip of his prick. Her hand tugged the prepuce upward, sliding it about the nipple and trapping it against the throbbing glans. Holding it there, she moved her torso, grinding the spongy tip against the sensitive head of his cock.
"Oh, Jesus!" the lad gasped, his hips jerking. "That's not fair! You said you'd just use your hand!"
"Want me to stop?" she asked, still massaging him with the tip of her breast.
"Hell, no!" he groaned. "Damn the bet! Just make me come!"
"How much time?" she demanded.
His eyes were glazed as he tried to focus on his wrist watch. "Three minutes! I can't hold it that long!"
"Sure, you can!" she encouraged him. "Think about something else."
"How the hell can I think about something else with you jamming that tit on my cock like that?" he exclaimed. "It feels like a hot tongue!"
Lisa moistened her lips and pulled her breast away from the knob, her hand skinning the cock back until the tip shuddered.
"No, Jimmy, baby," she murmured, leaning over his shuddering hips. "A hot tongue feels like this!"
Jimmy yelped in surprised delight as Lisa took the head and the next two inches of his prick inside her mouth, swirling her tongue about the huge knob and compressing her lips to begin a quick, savage suction. Her hand, slippery with his spilled jism, pumped vigorously around the base of the rearing shaft, aided by the convulsive hunches of the lad's trembling ass.
Lisa was almost as surprised as he was. She hadn't intended going down on him, but the glistening head of the thing had looked so inviting that she couldn't resist it. Now, with the salty tartness of the pre-come activating her salivary glands, she sucked his cock with deep, satisfying tugs, stabbing the oozing slit with the pointed tip of her writhing tongue.
Her hand slid from his thigh to shape the warm fingers about the dual globes of his large balls, rolling and squeezing with just enough pressure to force more of that slippery juice up through the shaft and into her greedy mouth. She gulped the diluted mixture with quick swallows, pulling more and more of the throbbing prick inside, and beginning to work her lips up and down the engorged column.
Jimmy's legs stiffened, and his heels drummed the bed as the incredible pleasure mounted, roaring through his sperm laden balls and loosing the load of ropy semen he had boasted she could not make him yield.
Lisa snorted as the first thick spurt splashed against her writhing tongue. The taste and texture of the come filled her mouth, and she sucked voraciously, the creamy liquid sliding down her gulping throat, each drop increasing her lust until she forced her lips down the shaft and took the spitting head of his cock deep in her throat, massaging it with the greedy swallowing.
Her cunt spasmed with each jet of that youthful sperm, the vaginal walls shuddering and clenching in anticipation of the fucking she was determined to give the boy. But her mouth continued its pumping until she had pulled the last delicious drop of come from the jerking cock.
"Oh, goddamn!" Jimmy groaned when she sucked her way up the pole and let the head snap from her lips. "You almost pulled my guts out!"
With a husky chuckle, Lisa swung one leg across his hips and grabbed his still erect prick, lowering her cuntal jaws onto the swollen head. She gasped as she felt her pussy lips expand to accept it, and the pulsating meat stretched her vagina to slide up into the undulating passageway. Easing her hips down to take the cock into her belly, she glared down at the lad's excited face.
"You wanted to fuck!" she hissed, her teeth clamped together with the strain of acceptance. "Now, goddamn you! Fuck!"
Jimmy grunted a happy agreement, shoving his pelvis upward to meet her descending hips. He gripped the narrow waist with both hands and pulled her onto his cock with a fierceness she had not anticipated. His pole rammed into the tight channel and jabbed her womb with its throbbing knob, packing her cunt until she gasped with the strain, her eyes bulging and her teeth grinding as she felt her pussy impale itself on the huge prong.
"I'll fuck you!" the youth exclaimed. "I'll ball you so friggin' hard you won't be able to walk for a week!"
From the size of that monster that stretched her pussy, Lisa could almost believe the lad capable of doing exactly that. But she tightened the muscles of her cunt about the shaft and began sliding up and down on its meaty hardness.
"You just hang on, Junior!" she panted. "I'll do the screwing!"
She bounced her lush ass up and down, feeling the young cock drive in and out of her cunt, frictioning the walls and tugging her excited clitoris down to where it was squeezed by the throbbing meat. Her juices coated the prong, and the channel loosened enough to permit a more savage thrusting. Lisa supplied the pelvic hunches that carried the lips of her cunt from base to helmet of the stiff probe.
Jimmy fucked back, slamming his hips up to hilt his prick in her juicy snatch, grunting as the pussy churned about his cock and squeezed it more tightly than her hand had managed at the beginning.
Lisa arched her torso forward and down, still riding his cock as she fed one swollen nipple into his willing mouth, feeling him begin sucking and ton-guing the tender tip with hot wet lashings.
"That's the way, Jimmy!" she moaned, a tingling climax shivering through her sliding cunt. "Suck it hard! Bite it!"
He trapped the spongy nipple between his teeth and began chewing just hard enough to make Lisa cry out and hunch more wildly, her ass twisting from side to side as her cunt convulsed and her torrid juices gurgled about the pistoning tool.
She tugged her tit from his mouth and gave him the other one, grinning savagely as she heard her pussy squishing in its repeated climbs and slides. It was the kind of fucking she enjoyed most, wet and messy. She would have liked it even more if she had been on the bottom, so the spilling fluids could run down the crack of her ass, bathing her winking anus in their warm wetness.
Her hips altered their rhythm. She jammed her cunt onto the prick, keeping the huge pole buried in her belly while she jiggled her ass up and down to create a violent frictioning, manipulating her internal muscles to massage the head of his cock with the mushy tissues.
Jimmy's voice was muffled by her tit as he cried, "Oh, shit! I'm gonna come!"
Lisa pumped faster, fighting back her own climax so she could more fully enjoy his ejaculation. Her quivering flanks tensed and relaxed as she bounced on his cock, hammering the lips of her enflamed cunt against the drenched curls about its thick base. Her pussy seemed to brace itself for the shower of delicious semen that bubbled in Jimmy's balls.
She heard a sharp intake of breath from the open doorway, and her head turned just as the jerking cock sent its first spurt of come sizzling against the mouth of her womb. She was helpless to halt her own climax, and her pussy was sucking greedily on the jetting prick as she found herself staring into her sister's surprised face.
Carol was standing in the doorway, her eyes wide and her mouth gaping. But she was not looking at her sister's eyes. She was staring directly at their grinding crotches, where Jimmy's thick dong disappeared into the clenching circle of Lisa's spasming pussy.
Ecstacy roared through Lisa's belly with each volley of the hot cream, and she could not still the answering surge of her overflowing pussy, rubbing and squeezing the jerking cock into more powerful spurts.
She couldn't have stopped if it had been Mike standing there. Once her orgasm had begun, she could only surrender to its overwhelming pleasure. Her ass still hunched as she cried Carol's name, causing Jimmy to open his eyes and give a startled grunt.
"This is beautiful!" Carol exclaimed, her eyes flashing. Hands on hips, she pushed her lovely breasts forward in anger, their nipples poking the sheer blouse like twin bullets. "My own sister!"
"Oh, hell!" Jimmy groaned, giving one last shove as his cock sent a final dribble of come into Lisa's snatch.
"Carol, baby!" Lisa pleaded, groping for words, but managing to give Jimmy's prick a loving squeeze as she pulled her dripping pussy off the slippery pole. "Let me explain!"
"Don't bother!" Carol snapped, eyeing Jimmy's cock. "I hope you two enjoyed yourselves!"
"It just happened," Lisa insisted, sitting on the side of the bed and clamping her thighs together to keep Jimmy's sperm from escaping. He had really loaded her cunt with the sticky stuff.
"Yeah," Jimmy added, raising himself to his elbows, his cock still rearing over his belly, its rope-veined sides shining with Lisa's cunt juice. "We couldn't help it, baby. You know how it is."
"I know how you are!" Carol blazed at him. "That's all you ever think about!" She turned her angry gaze at Lisa. "Wait 'til Mike hears about this!"
For the first time, Lisa's face registered concern. "You wouldn't tell him," she said hopefully.
"Don't bet on it, sister," Carol said harshly. "He'll be very interested in what you do while he's gone."
"Christ!" Jimmy exclaimed, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and perching beside Lisa. His prick was beginning to wilt, but it was still a formidable sight. "You can't do that, Carol! He'll tear my balls off!"
"It would serve you right! You have me jerk you off, thinking I'm doing you a favor. Then you crawl my sister! You .. . you prick!"
"Carol," Lisa said, standing up and reaching for her sister's hand. The girl moved away. "Listen to reason. If you make Mike angry, it's going to hurt you, too. This is your home, just as much as it is mine."
Carol stared, a strange expression altering her face. The tip of her tongue flicked across her full lips, and she gave Lisa a humorless smile.
"So it is," she murmured thoughtfully. "And turnabout is fair play."
Lisa frowned. "What do you mean?"
"It's simple," Carol answered, the smile widening.
She placed her hands on her slender hips and moved them suggestively. "If you can go to bed with Jimmy, I'll just hit the sack with Mike."
Lisa sucked in a quick breath, her breasts jerking in surprise. "You couldn't!"
"Wait and see," Carol grinned. "And there's not a thing you can do about it. If you try to stop me, I'll tell him about this."
Jimmy turned a boyish frown at Lisa. "She's got you over a barrel," he grunted. "Anyway, what difference does it make? Mike shags her and I ball you. It all comes out even."
Lisa looked at him as though seeing him for the first time. Her voice was cold as she said, "Put your clothes on, Jimmy, and get out of here."
She stood up, ignoring both of them, and went into the bathroom, closing the door with a note of finality. Jimmy reached for his pants.
"I guess you're sore at me," he mumbled, standing to pull the jeans up about his hips, stuffing his still-damp cock inside.
Carol watched him with that curious smile. "Why should I be sore?" she answered. "I've had my eye on that big, handsome brother-in-law of mine for a long time."
Jimmy pulled on his shirt and stuffed the tail into his trousers. "What about me?" he demanded. "I thought we had a real thing going."
Carol flipped a hip at him with an impudent grin. "You just blew it, big boy. Mike's gonna get what I was saving for you."
He shoved his hands deep in his pockets, sliding past her through the doorway and avoiding her accusing eyes. He paused.
"I guess you don't want to go skating," he murmured.
"Sure, I do," she responded, turning to tuck her arm through his. "Just don't expect anything else."
She urged him toward the front door, releasing her hold to say, "Wait for me in the car, Jimmy. I won't be a minute."
When she returned to the bedroom, Lisa was just emerging from the bath. She had slipped her dress on and brushed her hair.
Carol walked directly to her, slipping both arms about her sister's waist and holding her serious face close. Lisa's eyes softened and her own arms returned the embrace.
Carol pressed her parted lips against Lisa's trembling mouth, and the older girl felt the intrusion of that delicious tongue. She sucked it greedily, finding her hips moving restlessly as Carol's pelvis inched forward. Their breasts met and rolled, nipples stiffening behind their respective coverings.
Her lips tingled and she felt a fresh and new sensation in her semen filled cunt as Carol pulled her tongue free and opened her eyes to smile at her.
"Not mad anymore?" Lisa asked softly.
"Never was," Carol answered just as gently. Then she added, "But I'm still gonna let Mike screw me."
There was no change in Lisa's expression as she murmured, "Yes, I know."
She watched the girl's pert bottom wiggle as she exited, waving from the doorway and giving a cryptic smile. Lisa stood motionless until she heard the front door close.
She closed her eyes, seeing the figures of Mike and Carol against the lowered lids, imagining Mike's big cock forcing its way into the girl's inexperienced pussy. Her shoulders quivered, and she expected a rush of some painful emotion. Instead, she felt only a burning excitement.
The mental image was replaced by the picture of that cute bottom, firm cheeked and tight, and Lisa found the excitement becoming desire. Her eyes snapped wide and she leaned against the dresser, staring at her reflection in the mirror.
"She's your sister, you bitch!" she hissed at the lovely image that stared back at her, moist lipped and sensual.
Her mind fought the admission, then let it slip through to frame itself on her full, expressive mouth.
"You'd love to eat her, Lisa!" she whispered fiercely, glaring at the tip of her tongue as it danced between the white, perfect teeth. "You'd love to suck that hot young pussy until she begged for mercy!"
Her eyes narrowed and she leaned closer, almost kissing the glass.
"And you'd love to see Mike fuck her!"