Chapter 10
"We're going to Europe for a month," Mildred announced happily at dinner just before school ended. Mildred was their mother. And she looked at Robert, their father, as she made the announcement. When Tony and Sally sat in a stunned silence as she explained how she was taking a second honeymoon with their father on their twentieth wedding anniversary, Mildred realized that she had lost her audience.
"Aren't you happy for us?" she asked.
Sally Jean pulled herself together just in time. "Of course, Mother. It's just ... it's so sudden. We ... weren't prepared. I think it's just wonderful and I know you'll have a wonderful time...."
"But what about us?" Tony chimed in. "What are we going to do?"
"Well, darling," Mrs. Benchly said, "we would like to take both of you with us. But your father and I have been planning a chance for just the two of us to be together for a while and it works out well economically. And ... well ... we've made arrangements for the two of you to stay at your Uncle Jack's farm during the summer. It'll be like a vacation for you too." Mildred beamed at them, concealing her own concern over how they'd take it. She had already argued with Robert that it was unfair, leaving the kids behind. But he'd pointed out that not only would the two kids be exorbitantly expensive-but he did want to get off alone with her for a time. And Mildred trembled just thinking about it. Robert was a real lover when he was in the mood-and she had the feeling that he was going to be in the mood for the whole five and a half weeks they were going to be gone.
"That's swell, Mom." Tony stood up and theatrically hugged her. "We haven't been to Uncle Jack's in three or four years. But it was really keen the last time we were there."
"Oh, I'm so glad you understand," Mildred said. She looked at Tony and Sally and there were tears of joy in her eyes and Sally knew there was nothing she could say that wouldn't spoil it for her parents. So she just smiled.
Later, when she was alone with Tony, Sally glared at him and said, "It was really keen at Uncle Jack's the last time we were there." Her voice cracked a falsetto as she tried a sneering imitation of Tony's voice.
"Well," Tony said defensively, "I didn't want to disappoint mom."
"But did you have to put it on so thick? If you hadn't, maybe we could have stayed with Aunt Ruth in New York. Remember last time at Uncle Jack's. We worked so hard we had blisters every place but on our behinds. He doesn't believe in sitting down."
"I didn't think of going someplace else. I'd like to go to New York."
"That's what I mean, dummy." Sally's voice heaped score on her brother's thick head and all he could do was squirm and take it. Even Tony had to admit she was right.
"Anyway," he said darkly, "don't give me a lot of crap or I won't give you any of you know what." His hand cupped his balls and he leered at her. It had been a long enough time that he was feeling all bloated with his semen and he had discovered that Sally got horny faster than he did.
"You don't have the only cock in the world," Sally said. She pointedly avoided looking at the bulge his Levi's made between his fingers. She didn't want to admit it to Tony, but she wanted some cock at that very moment. More, now that she knew she was going to be at Uncle Jack's for half the summer. She figured she wouldn't be getting any there at all. Uncle Jack's idea of entertainment was getting up while it was dark and laughing at the first sleepy head to stumble over a rake handle and fall in the manure pile.
"How about tonight?" Tony persisted. His fingers tightened around his penis.
Sally pursed her lips. Then she thought about how wonderful his penis would feel slipping in and out of her warm tunnel, squeezing her cunt lips wide open while he sucked on her budding breasts. The thought made her all mushy inside. "Welllll," she said, "if you really need it that bad, I suppose I should let you have just a little."
"Okay," Tony said happily. "As soon as the folks are in bed I'll come to your room."
Sally smiled at him. "Whatever you need," she said. "I'll take care of it."
Sally wore her pink, shorty negligee to bed that evening-without the panties. She excused herself early and went to the bedroom and fussed around finding something to put on. It didn't matter to Tony-she knew that. But it made her feel real sexy.
Tony had given her a dirty look when she went to bed so early. But Sally Jean knew what she was doing. She figured the folks would call it a day early, too. They had to drive to Uncle Jack's in the morning, then pick up their own things and get out to the airport by cab. It was going to be a busy day for them.
Laying in bed, staring up at the ceiling of her room, Sally couldn't help getting an even earlier start. She remembered how she had seen Noreen in the shower and she idly let her fingers cup her own breasts. She wasn't sure if it was her imagination or not, but her breasts definitely seemed bigger today. Her fingers toyed with her nipples and they hardened immediately and stretched out and out and out, like little pricks being aroused.
With that amount of foreplay, Sally's body was turned on. The merest touch of her hands against her quivery breasts sent hot waves of feeling lancing through her body. It was all she needed.
Her hands slipped down the length of her nylon nightie and felt the lacey hem. Then her fingers were lifting the material off her legs and rumpling the front up on her soft belly. Cool air rushed in to stroke her moist thighs and riffle the hair on her cunt.
Sally Jean tingled. She felt so open with her pussy uncovered, even in her own, darkened bedroom that she could almost come just thinking about it. But she was going to do more than just think about it. That was for sure. Her fingertips teased at her thighs before moving onto the patch of soft fur surrounding her sex organs.
A subtle fragrance filled the room. It was heavy and musky and dry and she realized that it was the odor of her sex hole magnified a dozen times. When her finger actually touched her own hot, dry lips she had to cry out softly with pleasure. They were swollen and tender, and ready. The moment she pressed a fingertip against them, the love juice started seeping from her teenaged sex hole in a steady, warm stream of moisture.
That was enough. With a wild cry of pleasure, Sally Jean jammed her index finger between the swollen pink petals of her cunt and began masturbating with a special fury. It felt good. Not as good as Tony's big penis, maybe, but good all the same.
Her hips raised off the bed and opened her slot a little more. She was getting tender from the irritation of her own finger sliding in and out of her vagina like a piston in a motor. She cried out and writhed under the assault from her own finger. Her nerve ends tingled in response to her stroking. She was finger fucking herself into heaven and as she lay in bed, a little smile on her face. Sally thought, I don't need Tony's pecker. I don't need anyone or anything. All I need is my own hand to do this and this and this.
Her fingers twisted and turned in the hot, gushy confines of her sex tunnel. A feeling of heat emanated from her cunt and ran through her body. She was filled with it. She was immersed in the hot, sultry feeling of sex and she laid back and enjoyed it.
Slowly her finger built up its tempo. In and out of her clasping cunt lips. Faster and faster. Up and down. Her hand pumped her digit in her sex hole and she felt like she was being injected with sex.
She was swelling up inside. It was life pumping up an inner tube with a hand pump. Sally was panting. It felt so goood. Better. And better.
She lifted her hips and spread her thighs. She spread her knees and pointed her cunt at the wall like it was a gun while she rammed her finger into her hole with hard, shuddering strokes. She imagined it was Tony on her body, pressing her down.
"Uh, uh, uh," she cried out as her finger did its work in her juicy twat.
The bed springs protested under the violent pounding of her hips up and down as they augmented the fierce plunging of her finger in and out of her slot.
It was as if she could feel Tony's soft body pressing against her. His lips sucking, sucking, sucking on her tits. Sally was insane with the sensation. She even imagined Noreen's lips nibbling on her aching nipples and she finger fucked herself harder.
"I'm not a Lesbian," she moaned fiercely. "I'm not, I'm not, I'm not."
And then her finger seemed to strike a vital nerve in her twat. Her clitoris seemed to ache into a nonstop swelling that ultimately would end with an explosion.
"Yes," she cried. "Yes, yes, yes."
Sally's face was contorted as the tremendous force of her orgasm flowed through her and twisted her muscles and arched her back as she came and came in an unending flow of pleasure and sticky fluid from between her thighs.
But as she relaxed and settled into a soothing sleep, she couldn't help but wonder what she had meant when she was screaming, "Yes, yes, yes."
Being a Lesbian all of a sudden didn't seem so bad as it once had....