Chapter 4
Sheila and I were sitting on the edge of the pool as we watched Mark make his approach. He strode gracefully towards us, and if he had any idea that we were hot for his body, he gave no indication of it. He acted the part of a perfect young gentleman.
"Here you go girls, just what the doctor ordered." He handed us a tube of tanning oil with a sunscreen factor of four. "You'd better dry off before putting it on."
We both thanked him. Sheila was the first to grab a towel, and the oil, as she commented on what a beautiful tan he had. He was standing directly over us,' not even two feet away, and seemed pleased that we appreciated his summer-long efforts to achieve the bronze color.
Sheila asked, "What's your natural color?"
"Too white," he replied with a charming smile.
"What do you mean by 'too white'? " I inquired.
Mark pulled down the side of his tiny swimsuit and revealed a few inches of white hip. "This color. You could see me in the dark it's so white."
"Then you'd better keep your clothes on at night," Sheila said, and we all laughed. Not that it was so funny, it was just that we were in a silly mood, stumbling around for an opening that would achieve our plans.
Getting Mark to pull down his bathing suit to reveal his true color, was our first plan. It didn't work. His bulge was almost directly in our faces, and it didn't move as we looked up at it, pretending to study his natural skin color. That's when I put plan two into action.
"Now it's my turn to go," I lied. "Can I use your bathroom Mark?"
"Sure, go ahead. It's better than ... "
"Than going in the pool," I finished. "Where is it?"
"Come on, I'll show you," he said.
We went in the house and Mark lead the way through the kitchen, down a hallway, and pointed to the last door on the right.
"There you go, right in there."
"I don't have to go," I admitted.
"You don't?" He was surprised.
"No silly."
"But ... "
"You wanted to suck my tit didn't you?" I interrupted. Then I brazenly pulled my top down with both hands, exposing my tits.
He instantly broke into a big grin, and said, "Boy, you don't waste time, do you?" He reached out, grabbed both tits, and began to fondle them, and at the same time planted his mouth firmly on a nipple, and started sucking and licking. After a few seconds he reached over, without taking his mouth off the nipple, grabbed my hand, and planted it on his already erect cock.
This time I wasn't shy about grasping it firmly. It seemed even larger than I remembered as I stroked it back and forth and tried to shove my tit down his throat. Suddenly he pulled away from my chest, and had a serious look.
"Let's go into the kitchen where we can see if anyone is coming. It's safer in there. Besides, I don't want to get anything on the rug."
Mark didn't wait for an answer. He took my hand and lead me back to the kitchen. I followed like an obedient puppy dog with my tits stil! hanging out.
Once in the kitchen, we stood next to the kitchen sink which overlooked the back yard and the garage. We could see out, but no one could see in, because the windows were high, and we were in the shaded kitchen. Because of the bright sun outside, you couldn't see into the house.
Mark then surprised me by throwing his strong muscled arms around me, and planting a kiss firmly on my lips. His actions were rewarded immediately by my own arms hugging him, and my lips yeilded to his. I think I was the first to insert my tongue into his mouth. Everything happened so fast, that I'm not really sure, but I do know that we swapped tongues and hungrily enjoyed the moment.
My tits were pressed tightly against his smooth hairless chest, and I could feel his stiff cock grinding into my stomach. I could even feel the hot sticky liquid drooling out of the end of his prick as he continued to French kiss me, and dry fuck me at the same time.
I was going wild, returning his grinds against my body, and running my hands through his curly blonde hair. I couldn't believe this sexy young blonde god was getting so excited over me, and it flattered my ego that he found me so exciting.
Mark was the first to pull his mouth away, and looked quickly out the window. Sheila was still at the pool, applying the tanning oil. The coast was clear.
"Mark was still holding me in his arms as he tugged at the top of my suit, untied it, and let the halter drop to the floor. Then his hands darted between my legs as his mouth returned to my lips. One hand was roaming all over my firm ass, and his other hand was rubbing my pussy through the cloth material. Before I knew it, he was pulling my bottoms down, and almost had my cunt fully exposed before I stopped him.
"No, Mark. We can't go that far," I protested.
"I won't put it in, I promise," he panted. "I just want to see all of you."
"I'm not ready for that Mark, please," I pleaded and I quickly pulled the bottoms up.
"Okay, okay," was all he muttered as he moved his mouth back to my tits, and softly munched away. He didn't give up trying to finger fuck me through the cloth material, and as his fingers caressed my crack, I could feel my juices starting to flow. I was almost ready to climax from his pussy rubbing, when he took his hand off my hot hole, and removed his mouth from my tit. He stood up. I was still holding onto his throbbing cock and pulling at it.
"Ellen, jerk it harder, hold it tighter."
As if he thought I didn't know what he meant, he reached down and placed his hand over mine, and squeezed a little tighter. When he was satisfied that I was doing it right, he sort of leaned back, and looked down at his own swelling prick and watched me masturbate him.
The next thing I knew, he placed one hand behind the back of my head, and gently pulled my head down towards his cock. Instantly I knew what he wanted me to do, but for some reason I resisted. It's not that I didn't want to suck his prick, for I did. I wanted to know what it was like to suck cock, but for some reason I was afraid, now that the opportunity was staring me in the face.
"Put your mouth on it." Mark said it half as a question, and half as a statement.
"I don't want to, Mark."
"Why? I thought you liked it."
"I've never done that."
"I meant, I thought you liked my cock, I thought you liked me."
"I do, but ... "
He didn't let me protest further. "Then put your mouth on it for me, come on, just for a minute," he coaxed.
I had stopped jerking his dick, and was looking down at it as he spoke. It was sticking straight up, almost hugging his stomach. I had heard that cocks stood out horizontally, yet his was about as vertical as it could get, almost touching his belly button. Years later I would find out that this kind of hard-on was a sure sign of youth.
I put my hand back on his cock, and rubbed my hand over the big fat head of it. Looking at pictures of cocks was one thing, but here was the real thing, strong, hard, pulsating, and far more exciting to hold than to look at.
I pulled at the throbbing flesh until he moaned and his breathing intensified. I attempted to pull the skin on the shaft up over the bulging head, but couldn't.
My sister was right. Mark was definitely circumcised. At this stage of my life, I was still uncertain as to why some men were cut, and some weren't, and didn't give it much thought at that moment. As I played with his luscious tool, I remember thinking that I had to tell Sheila she was right.
An almost clear liquid was drooling out of the hole, and with my thumb and forefinger, I felt it. The oozing liquid was warm and slippery feeling, and not like the load of cum he had shot the time before.
"What's that?" I asked. "It's all wet."
He didn't explain it was Nature's own lubricant. Maybe he didn't know. "Don't worry about it, I'll wipe it off.
He reached over the kitchen sink, grabbed a paper towel, and patted his hard penis. "Come on Ellen, just a little bit," he coaxed, and again tried to pull my head down to the monster staring me in the face. Again, I resisted.
"I don't want to Mark, really."
It was a lie. I did want to. Why I played this dumb hard to get game with him, I don't know. Perhaps I was still trying to be a 'good girl'. Perhaps I was afraid of not being respected. All my life I heard that men only want to use girls for their own pleasure, and smart girls controlled their emotions, and didn't allow themselves to be used. Whatever the reason, I resisted my strong desire to plunge my mouth on it.
Maybe Mark felt he had to get me hotter, because he didn't push the issue. Instead, he lowered his head and planted his warm mouth back on my tit. His tongue started licking one nipple, then the other, as his hands were busy fondling the meaty flesh of my tits. His hot mouth felt wonderful.
When his hand darted from one of my tits down to my covered hole, it felt even better. As he rubbed up and down rapidly with his ringers, I found myself responding by grinding my pussy against his hand.
Still holding Mark's big long fat cock, I looked down at his balls. They were bobbing up and down in the big sack containing them. Every time I pulled on his shaft, they would lift up, and than drop lower on the back-stroke. I found myself getting really turned on now by his balls. They intrigued me.
Lifting my eyes from his nuts, to his cock, to his pulsating cock, up to his hungry mouth working on my tits, I caught a glimpse of a movement outside. I jerked around and looked out the kitchen window and saw Sheila approaching the back door! She was halfway towards us.
Sensing my panic, Mark lifted his head and saw what I did. He immediately stood up, and stuffed his hard organ into those tiny swim trunks, and picked up my top.
"Hurry up," he said, "put it on."
I had just managed to get the damn thing over my nipples, and was just about to tie the strings in back when Sheila walked in. She hadn't bothered to knock, or to announce herself.
"Hey guys, what's taking so long?" she asked as she stepped into the kitchen. Then it must have been instantly crystal clear to her. She froze and surveyed the scene. Me, with my top half on. Mark with an obvious hard-on, only three feet away. A paper towel crumbled up on the floor. Sheila said later, that Mark's face was one of horror and guilt, and mine showed utter surprise.
"I'll be a son of a bitch! You're trying to fuck my sister! Or, have you?" Sheila looked directly at Mark. Maybe she was a bit jealous, but of course I knew she wasn't as angry as she pretended.
Mark's face was crimson. He stammered, "No, you've got it wrong Sheila. Nothing happened."
"Oh no? That happened," she was pointing at his crotch. It was still hard as hell, because everything happened so quickly it didn't have time to go down. "You damn well can't hide that fact Mark Brody!"
Mark looked down at his prick as if he couldn't believe it showed, while I continued putting on my top and tying it.
I couldn't understand why Sheila was being so tough on the guy, but didn't say anything until she turned to me an asked, "Did he fuck you?"
"No, no, of course not," I mumbled.
"Was he trying to?"
"Not really."
"What the hell does that mean? Either he tried to or he didn't."
She didn't give up and I was very confused by how strong she was coming on. I didn't know if she was angry at me for leaving her out of the happenings or not.
"Look, Sheila, nothing happened. We just played around a little, okay?" Mark's voice was a little shaky and uneven. "Calm down will you, really, nothing happened."
Sheila ignored him, and looked me right in the eye as she commanded, "Ellen, tell me 'yes' or 'no', did he ask to have sex with you?"
"Yes." For some reason I couldn't lie to her.
"Exactly what did he say?"
"Well, he asked if I would put my mouth on it," I stammered. Then, looking at Mark, I felt terrible for saying it. I felt like a rat.
"You don't say?" she murmured, and then she started to laugh.
Mark and I exchanged puzzled looks. Her sudden change startled us.
"Mr. Brody, drop your pants," she commanded, "I want to see for myself what you wanted sucked." Sheila stood there and crossed her arms in a very authoritative pose.
Mark didn't move. He looked at her in disbelief, as if he couldn't believe he heard her right.
"Come on, drop them." she repeated.
Without protesting, Mark lowered his bathing suit exposing a big limp cock. His face was red with embarrassment.
"Not bad, not bad at all," she said, and the smile was a bit arrogant. "Take them all the way off, I want to see you totally naked.
Again, Mark obeyed. He probably felt he was in no position to argue with her. He dropped the suit lower, and removed his legs from them, and let the suit drop to the floor. He stood awkwardly, not knowing what would happen next. I too, was wondering what the hell she was up to.
"Sit down, Mark, make yourself comfortable."
"Sit down?" he asked in disbelief.
"Yes, sit down. Go on, sit down on the floor."
Mark sat down and crossed his legs.
We both watched Sheila in amazement. Slowly, and without a word, she removed her bathing suit and tossed it on top of Mark's. Stark naked, and still smiling coyly, she began to massage her tits with one hand, and her hair covered twat with the other.
"Open your legs, let us both see your fucking cock. Let's see what you want sucked."
Mark opened his legs, and while Sheila and I gaped at his dangling flesh, he stared in wonder at the show Sheila was performing almost directly in front of his face.
"Is the thought of having our lips on your cock exciting to you Mark?" Her voice was now low, and sexy. "Is it Mark? Come on, tell me the truth. Would you like to have our mouths on your dick?"
Mark nodded his head without saying a word. It was plain to see he was beginning to relax now. The red face was gone, and there was a touch of a smile on the corners of his beautiful face as he checked out my naked sister. His meat was slowly puffing up with renewed excitement.
"Come on, Ellen, strip. Mark wants to see us both naked, don't you Mark?"
Sheila took a step towards me, and untied my suit top, and threw it on the floor. She was standing half beside me, and half behind me, when she pushed the bottoms down to my knees, exposing my cunt to Mark. I stepped out of them myself, and then felt Sheila's hands wrap around me from the back. She cupped my tits with her hands, and fondled them gently.
Mark started to get up from the floor, but Sheila quickly said, "Stay right there, don't move." He returned to the floor. His prick was sticking straight up now. The sight of two young naked sisters in front of his homey eyes was driving him crazy with lust. He wanted action, and the promise of it was looking him in the face.
"Do you like his cock?" She was talking into my ear, but loud enough for Mark to hear.
"Yea, it's nice, don't you?"
"Oh yes, it is pretty. And big too. Would you want to suck on it?"
"I don't know."
"He want s it sucked Ellen."
"I know."
Mark was gently stroking his prick as we spoke. His legs were now spread-eagled as far apart as they would go, and he was exposing himself to our eyes obviously proud of his equipment, and the attention we were giving it.
"They say men love blow jobs honey. They love to face-fuck women. Should we let him put that big hunk of meat in our mouths?"
I was a little surprised at her question. Up to now I had thought my sister only wanted to play with his pecker, as I had done, and perhaps let Mark nibble on her titties. Now, here she was asking me if we should become cock suckers!
"If you want to, go ahead," is all I could say in answer. Yet I had the feeling that she didn't need an answer, or didn't care if she got one.
"But that works two ways. Women like to have their pussies licked too. How about it Mark, would you like to stick your tongue up here?" She had a finger inside her hole as she addressed Mark. He just looked in disbelief, as if he didn't comprehend the question.
My sister walked over to him, planted her pussy directly over his head, and pulled her cunt lips apart, showing him the pink flesh inside her body.
"Before we give you an answer about sucking your cock, show us how you eat pussy. Put your tongue in there."
Mark did as I had done. He pulled back.
"I've never done it," he protested.
"And my little sister has never sucked a dick."
She bent her knees, lowering her crack in front of his mouth, and urged, "Go on, lick it, and I won't tell anyone what you tried to do with my baby sister."
It was blackmail. Sheila was more devious than I thought. She had quickly sized up the situation she had walked in on, and almost instantly planned her course of action to suit her. I was gloating with pride at how clever she was.
Mark obeyed at once by planting his mouth on her hairy box. Sheila responded by lowering her body, pushing him to the floor with her knees on each side of his head. She was now sitting on his chest with her pussy firmly against his mouth.
"Come on Mark, start licking. Put your tongue in there. That's it, that's it. Lick it.
I walked around to look at the action going on. Mark had his eyes closed, and his mouth was covered with my sister's cunt. She reached around with one hand and grabbed at his cock, and began pumping it.
Mark made a few gagging noises as her muff pressed against his face, and sort of rocked his head back and forth. I couldn't determine if he was trying to get away from her box, or if he was trying to get his face further inside. What I could determine, was the fact that he was boiling hot.
Mark's monstrous cock was rock hard and pulsating. There was a long blue vein running the full length under his throbbing prick. The head was real pink, with juice flowing out of the hole. One didn't have to be an expert on human anatomy to know that this blonde handsome stud with a face full of pussy was turned on.
My own juices were flowing at the excitement of the scene before my young eyes. I started to seriously consider what it would be like to put that big banana in my mouth. The more I examined it, the more delicious it looked. I was beginning to get braver, and took a step closer, wondering if how much of it would fit into my mouth.
I probably would have dived on it, and found outright then and there, except for one thing. My sister reached out with one hand, grabbed my ass, and pulled me towards her. Instantly, her face was buried in my cunt, and her tongue went straight to my clit.
Sheila went wild with her movements. She was like an caged animal trying to escape. It was if there were only two exits; Mark's mouth, and my pussy, and she was shoving at both openings.
As she started to plunge her tongue in and out of me, I could hear Mark groaning and slurping at her grinding pussy. This time I realized his noises were brought about by pure pleasure. He was getting in to it, for sure, and loving it.
When Sheila pulled back from his face a few inches, I could see Mark's red tongue darting in and out of my sister's hot box like a snake. He was squirming and twisting. He now had both hands at her cunt lips, trying to pry them apart so he could get further in. Sheila's juices had made his face slimy and wet, as mine were doing to her face.
My sister and I started to moan at the same time at the intense pleasure of being eaten out. I think I was the first to reach an orgasm, but she quickly followed, filling Mark's mouth with her climax.
If he was shocked, or surprised, he didn't show it. Looking down at him, one would have thought he had been licking pussy since child birth. He kept his eyes closed during the entire meal of cunt. Maybe it was partially due to the fact that he didn't want to have his eyes stuffed with her pubic hairs.
Anyway, it later dawned on me, that Mark probably didn't know that my sister was having a meal of muff pie at the same time he was. He was so busy and intent on licking up her juices, and tongue massaging her clit, that he probably didn't care what was going on around him. He was in his own world down there.
I myself had three or four climaxes as Sheila ate me out, as I pulled, pawed, and manipulated my tits. Every once in awhile I would reach down a grab a handful of her tit, and squeeze her nipple gently. Sheila kept a hand on my ass, as if she was afraid I'd run away, and never took her other hand off the stiff cock drooling with pre-ejaculation jism.
I was so damn hot that I had made up my mind that I definitely wanted to plant my mouth on Marks's shaft, and taste him. I wanted his liquid in my mouth. I wanted to find out if his hot manly juices were as delicious and sensual as my sister's. Sheila and Mark had me so worked up that the idea of sucking cock was no longer repulsive.
I was wondering if, and how, I could handle the big white load of cum that he would shoot. I was asking my self questions. What would it taste like? Would I gag? Could I swallow it all, like I heard a woman is suppose to?
The whole idea of sucking off Mark, was sending me into the twilight zone, and it caused me to let out a shivering moan as I climaxed again, pouring even more juices into Sheila's mouth.
The trouble was, it was not just us having a climax. It was a three way affair. Yes. All three of us shot our juices at the same time.
As Sheila was licking out the last drop of my orgasm, I saw her buckle and quiver, and release more of her liquid in Mark's mouth. At the same time, Mark shot his load. While her juices were flowing in his mouth, he pushed his hips up as far as he could, and shot two or three streams of hot white sperm all over her ass and his stomach.
I was the first to step back. Grabbing a hand full of paper towels, I turned, and saw Mark's full face for the first time since Sheila pushed her cunt into his mouth. We all had big tremendous happy grins on our faces. Mark was the first to utter a word. It described how we all felt ...
"Wow!"
None of us were ready for the next words we heard.
"Oh my God! Oh my dear God!" shrieked Mrs. Brody, in stunned disbelief, as she leaned heavily against the back door.