SIX TIMES A DAY - Part 7
(MF, FF, inc, slow, reluc, voy)
Written by Spacer X (paul_t_22@yahoo.com)
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CHAPTER 1 (Thursday, Oct. 24)
A very exciting Thursday started quite early for Alan. He lay asleep
in bed when he awoke to the sensation of someone gently shaking him.
"What? ... What?" he mumbled and opened his eyes.
It was pitch dark, and his sister leaned over him, naked. Her shapely
boobs dangled inches from his face. "Is it morning already?"
he whispered, and answered his own question with a glance at the clock
next to his bed. It read one minute after midnight.
"It's Thursday already, Very Big Brother," whispered his sister
very quietly, "and you know what that means! I'm now your complete
cocksucking fuck toy, and today's the day we consummate our love!"
She kissed him passionately on the lips, pulled back his covers, and
began to fondle his rapidly-rising prick.
She paused in her kiss and added, "I thought of waking you up with
a blowjob, but I was worried you might be confused and yell out. And
we wouldn't want that!" She planted another kiss on his mouth.
Alan reached out and fondled her tits at the same time.
There was no reason to maintain any boundaries with his sister any longer,
except for the fear of getting caught.
When they finally
had to stop to catch their breath, Alan urgently whispered, "We
can't do this! Mom and dad are in bed just down the hall! What if they
hear something, and catch us? You're totally naked!"
She agreed, in theory. "You're right, we can't do this. There's
no way I'm going to get caught and lose out on all the fun. But just
this one time, pleeeeaaase!. I'm so worked up for today's special treat!
... I'll tell you what. If I put your penis in my mouth, then that will
shut me up from talking..."
She did so even as she said this. Alan had resisted her charms for several
days, but had no willpower left. He let her have her way with him and
she brought him to orgasm within minutes. This time she drank up nearly
all of his cum. "Mmm. Yummy midnight snack," she said in his
ear. "I could make this a nightly habit."
"Don't you dare!" Alan whispered back.
Then she whispered, "Okay, I've promised to be good around the
house – for now, Big Hard Brother. But whenever I get too talkative,
just stick your fat slab in my mouth to shut me up. And remember, after
school..." She got up to go.
With a quick thought to spur him, Alan hopped out of
bed and reached the door first. He figured it was much better to have
his head poke out and scan the hallway than his sister's. He took a
quick peek into the hallway, to make sure the coast was clear. Deciding
it was safe, he let his sister scamper the ten or so feet to her room
across the hallway.
His sister behaved completely normal at breakfast. Their parents ate
with them, so there was no chance for his sister to tease. The only
difference was she appeared unusually antsy, as did he.
Alan's classes seemed to drag on interminably until the end of fourth
period. His agony was only heightened when, through the window's reflection,
he noticed Ms. Rhymer staring at him again. Certainly it'll only
be a matter of time before the other students figure out something is
up!
They had a short quiz near the end of class, and Alan
noticed how Ms. Rhymer guiltily brought a Magic Marker into her lap.
Then he saw her arms move and her face get flush. He had half a notion
to go up to her after class and say, "I lost my pen, do you have
one I can borrow?" but he decided that would give the game away,
and besides, he had to hurry to the supply closet. He wanted to make
the most of every minute there. Nonetheless, in the last few minutes
of class he fantasized her answering his question by handing him a Magic
Marker covered in her pussy juices. With these kinds of thoughts to
fill his brain, he didn't do very well on the test.
He quickly met Kim and Katherine at the door of their special closet.
"I know what I want to eat for lunch today, and they don't serve
it on the cafeteria menu!" Katherine whispered to Kim.
"So do I!" Kim whispered back.
Katherine went on, "Wouldn't it be fun if they did, though? 'Today's
special: Alan's tangy cum.'" They both giggled.
When the coast
was clear they made their way inside. Alan brought some industrial-strength
chemicals to mask any smell they might make.
As soon as they settled in, Alan said, "First
thing's first. My first responsibility is to check my sister's paint
job. This'll just take a minute, Kim."
Katherine bent over at a ninety-degree angle to expose her panty-free
ass to Alan. "Big Long Brother, take your time. Please. Ooh!"
Katherine let out a surprised moan, because Alan immediately got down
on his knees and stuck his face right into her ass. "Oh, yes! Like
that!"
Alan pushed his nose right into her pussy lips. He inhaled and savored
his sister's feminine smell. He didn't know if he liked it or not just
yet, but figured that over time he'd come to love it in any case. Speaking
directly into his sister's pussy, he said to Kim, "Since we're
in a hurry, checking the paint job with my tongue is probably the fastest
way."
"Oh! Big Brother! Big TONGUED Brother! Yes!" Alan tentatively
tried to lick his sister's pussy, but he didn't really know what to
do. The idea of his tongue buried directly in her hole seemed too strange.
He decided he'd have to work up to that. So, instead, he licked her
outer mound and used his fingers to probe inside. Katherine was dripping-wet
within seconds.
He kept at it until she came, which didn't take long at all. He had
a suspicion that his sister was so horny, just reading the telephone
book out loud would have sent her over the edge. He pulled his face
back as he didn't want cum all over it. He switched his attention to
her ass and crotch more extensively, and at the same time he actually
did check the paint job. As he suspected, it didn't need any touch-up
painting.
He got up. "Okay, Kim. Your turn. I know you're not into guys,
so do you want me to do this like I did it to Katherine, or do it the
more professional way?"
Katherine, who now stood, shot her hand up in the air and jumped up
and down as if she was an eager student. "Ooh! Ooh! I know this
one! Pick me, teacher!"
Kim and Alan had a good laugh. Kim commented, "You two are a lot
of fun, you know that? Last time I found out a finger was just a finger,
so might as well find out if a tongue is just a tongue." She bent
over. "Lick it up. It's already wet from watching you two."
Alan did the exact same thing to Kim that he did to his sister, and
was happy to discover that he could get Kim off just as easily. When
he finished, they'd still only been in the room less than five minutes.
He announced, "There's no need for any touch ups and thus no need
to let any paint dry. So there 's nothing left to do but fool around
some more."
Now that they all stood again, Katherine wrapped herself around Alan.
"Big Thick Brother! Aren't you the best?"
"Hey," he said sternly. "Enough with the cute 'Big Brother'
names. No mention of the B-word in this kind of situation, okay? And
let's all try to make as little noise as possible. We're like a herd
of elephants in here. We should even whisper only when necessary. And
also, we all need to keep our clothes on, and just open the clothes
up to expose the most interesting parts. That way we can hopefully quickly
recover if someone comes in."
"What, you mean like this one, V.B.B.?" Katherine unzipped
his shorts and dropped them to his ankles.
"V.B.B.?" he asked quizzically.
"Very Big Brother." She whispered the last word very nastily,
and then made a motion like she had zipped her mouth shut.
Kim and Katherine were braless again now that the several-day ban on
fun was over, and they had their shirts up around their shoulders. Their
tiny cheerleader skirts were little impediment from anyone to find their
pussies or asses.
Their main problem was a lack of room to maneuver. It was hard for two
of them to even kneel at the same time in the small closet, but they
barely managed. Katherine knelt in the middle. She sucked on Alan's
penis as he stood, while he placed his hands on her head and played
with her beautiful long hair.
Meanwhile, Kim knelt
behind Katherine, and ground her mouth into her new friend's pussy from
behind. Kim had to lick Katherine's painted pussy lips, but Alan wasn't
too worried if the paint job got ruined. After all, he could always
touch it up again. "You know what's funny," Kim whispered,
"I can taste the paint!"
Alan came within minutes, but was hard again in even less time, as Katherine's
mouth tenderly worked to bring his penis back to life. She came, Kim
came, they all came. Torrents of pussy juice rolled down the legs of
the two women and they climaxed over and over. Both Alan and Kim repeatedly
bumped into the shelves behind them and knocked all variety of supplies
onto them and onto the floor. But they didn't care.
Kim preferred her exploration of Katherine, but her curiosity about
Alan grew the more she saw how good he made Katherine feel. And she
had to admit his fingers and tongue felt pretty good. She figured, I
may not like men, as in males in my life, but that doesn't mean I can't
enjoy certain body parts they've got.
"Alan, since you're ready again," Kim asked, "do you
suppose I could try a taste of your semen 'fresh from the source', as
Katherine puts it?"
"Sure," Alan replied. "Always happy to oblige."
"Ha, ha, Mr. Don Juan," Katherine said, a bit surly at sharing.
"Kim, I give you permission, but remember I always get first dibs,
'cos he's my brother, okay?"
Alan interrupted with a stern whisper, "I told you already: don't
say that word at school, ever! You never know if the walls have ears."
"Sorry, V.B.B." his sister answered.
Kim replied to Katherine's first dibs comment. "That sounds okay
with me, Katherine. And who knows, I might not even like it."
They had to rearrange
themselves considerably so Kim could kneel in front of Alan's penis.
Finally they were ready, and without any further ado Kim took Alan into
her mouth. Katherine meanwhile stood behind Kim and frigged her friend's
pussy, which guaranteed that Kim would enjoy herself no matter what
she thought of the taste of a penis.
Katherine and Alan were very curious to see how Kim liked cocksucking
and if she was on the road at least to bisexuality, but Kim wouldn't
stop sucking long enough to give them her opinion. At first she sputtered
and gagged. Kim was a small person with a small mouth, and it was obvious
she had trouble just getting her lips around such a big thing. But she
persisted and soon got the hang of it, once she realized she shouldn't
go so deep.
Katherine wanted to whisper pointers, but figured Alan
wouldn't be happy about that for "security reasons."
The only sounds were the occasional moan or suck from Kim. To judge
from her noises and the way she kept at it, the others figured she must
enjoy it, or at least she was a really dedicated experimenter. At the
risk of bumping into more objects, Katherine slowly bent down so she
could taste what painted pussy tasted like. Alan just backed up into
a filing cabinet to make room, and let Kim know what he liked with a
pat on the head at the right times.
CHAPTER 2
They never did find out that day how Kim liked Alan's taste. And it
was a good thing they were too busy sucking and licking to talk, because
with only about fifteen minutes left in the lunch period, they all heard
the sound of the door to the outer supply room open. They instantly
froze in place. Kim of course had her mouth wrapped around Alan's rod
at that very moment. But as quietly as they could, they began to wipe
themselves up with moist towelettes Alan had so thoughtfully provided
and pulled their clothes back up or down.
However, Alan realized
the gig was up, because they had left the light to their little closet
on. They all listened as they heard the person in the other room finally
begin to move. Alan realized, It sounds like a person is walking
right towards the closet we're in!
Alan quickly said, "Hello, someone out there?" and grabbed
the first supplies he could lay his eyes on.
Acting preemptively, he opened the door a bit, slid
out through the crack and hoped to deny whoever it was outside a glimpse
inside. He leaned back against the door and doorknob to further prevent
anyone from being able to open it, and looked into the darkness lit
only by the light which came in the open door from the hallway to see
who had discovered them. He was ready to fight to keep the door closed,
if need be, given that his sister was in there.
"Alan! What are you doing here?" said a very shocked voice.
It was Mr. Jackson, Alan's art teacher. Thank God! thought Alan.
He was on good terms with the man, who was near retirement age.
"Mr. Jackson! You surprised me!"
"YOU surprised ME! Alan? What are you doing in here?"
"Um, Ms... uh, Rhymer, asked me to get her some supplies. So I
was just getting it. Um, them." He held up what was in his hand
to show Mr. Jackson, and saw for the first time that he was holding
a bottle of Windex. That's works, pretty much, he thought. He
couldn't help give out a sigh of relief.
"Hmm," said Mr. Jackson. "I was just getting some supplies
myself," said the teacher warily. He clearly was very suspicious.
Worse, the teacher was sniffing. Alan realized that
given all the seeming gallons of cum they'd all just expended, Mr. Jackson
could not fail to smell the potent aroma of sex. They didn't intend
to use the chemicals he brought to cover up the smell until after they
were done. Plus, Alan realized he himself probably looked all flushed
and disheveled. Busted!
Alan looked like he wouldn't let the door open for anything. The teacher
looked around the outer supply room, found what he sought and picked
it up. "Here it is," he said. He looked back at Alan. "You
sure Ms. Rhymer gave you permission to be here? I thought students
weren't allowed in here."
"Of course she did." Alan
forced a fake smile.
"Well... I guess I'll be going, then. Aren't you leaving, too?"
"Um, I just spilled something in there when I heard you come in.
You surprised me. I'll have to go back and clean it up."
"I'll bet you did," said Mr. Jackson with a smirk. "By
the way, Alan, how are things going with the ladies? Do you have a girlfriend
these days?"
"Uhhh... They're going very well. Umm... Yes I do. Kim. You know,
one of the cheerleaders."
"She's very pretty. You're a lucky man. I wish I was your age."
Mr. Jackson began to walk back towards the hallway. Just as he reached
the outer door, he turned to Alan and said, "If you see her, say
hello for me." He gave Alan a wink. He totally knows I was in
there with a woman, and doesn't mind! Alan realized. Thank fucking
Jesus he thinks it's just Kim!
After a knowing pause, the teacher continued, "However, in the
future, be absolutely sure you have permission before you enter a room
like this. You wouldn't want to do anything foolhardy and tarnish your
sterling reputation."
"No, sir. Of course not, sir!"
"I suggest you leave immediately. See you later, then." Mr.
Jackson closed the door.
Alan immediately went back into the closet where Kim and Katherine hid
and immediately put a finger over his mouth to indicate they should
stay quiet. He was suddenly extremely wary and figured they wouldn't
be completely safe until they were all far from the room. But the two
had heard his conversation very clearly and were elated at not getting
caught. Silently, they all gave each other high fives.
Finally, Alan whispered to them incredibly quietly, even though he'd
tested and knew this room was nearly totally soundproof with both doors
to it closed. "That was too close! Mr. Jackson totally figured
I was in here with Kim. He even winked at me! We have to get out of
here, and now! First, let's spray the air to get rid of the smell of
sex, which he couldn't miss, by the way. Then I'll leave first, and
check if the coast is clear. If it is, I'll bump against the door, and
then you, Kim, can come out next. He may even be out in the hallway
to see who else comes out! If it's all clear still, then Katherine you
come out like five minutes later. Stay in here with the lights off until
then. Kim and I will linger by the door. We'll thump against the door
again to let you know it's okay. Agreed?"
The other two nodded.
He added, "And no way in hell am I using this
closet again! Mr. Jackson will probably spread this around as gossip.
I can just hear him now saying to the other teachers: 'You wouldn't
believe who I saw in the supply closet with a girlfriend. Honor student
Alan with a cheerleader!'"
"He wouldn't dare!" gasped Katherine.
'How do we know that?" Alan asked. "I'm not even going to
think about what would have happened if I hadn't acted fast and prevented
him from opening the door. He would have had a heart attack seeing you
in here Katherine, even with all your clothes on. And word would have
gotten to Mom, I'm sure, even if nothing could really be proven. No
way! We have to play it safe. Now, let's get out of here!"
His plan of escape worked like a charm. The second-floor hallway was
completely empty, as it almost always was in the middle of lunch. They
all made it out and away with ten minutes to spare, which turned out
to be a very good thing. The elderly Mr. Jackson went to look for Ms. Rhymer and eventually found her outside, headed towards the teacher's
lounge.
"Ms. Rhymer!
You're just the person I'm looking for," he said as he sat walked
up to her.
She spiraled around to face him, and his breath caught
in his throat at the sight of such an attractive woman. She wore an
elegant formal dress that somehow greatly accented her breasts even
as it mostly covered them up.
He asked, "You didn't happen to ask your student
Alan Plummer to get you some Windex from the supply room, did you?"
"No, of course not! Whatever do you mean?"
"I thought not. I was almost sure of it. Did you lend him your
key to that room?"
She began to realize that Alan might be in some kind of trouble. It
occurred to her that she should try to cover for him. "Yes, I did,"
she lied.
Mr. Jackson continued, "I hate to say this - do you promise to
keep this under your hat?"
Ms. Rhymer nodded.
"He used your key to sneak into the supply room.
I just caught Alan in the back closet there, while I was getting some
supplies. He was there with a girlfriend. I didn't actually see her,
but I'm sure of it. And they were having sex! The smell was overwhelming.
I let him off the hook, 'cos boys will be boys, and it was Alan, after
all. I'm sure he was well-meaning. Frankly, I can tell you how surprised
I was about that, to find HIM there, of all people! But we can't allow
this to continue and have that turn into a little orgy room back there.
I'm sure you agree."
"Of course!" Ms. Rhymer was shocked, but also not too surprised.
So he really is turning into some kind of sexual... He's sexually insatiable,
that's what he is! Alan, of all people! She found herself both jealous
of whomever the girl was and hot at the possibilities this implied.
Maybe he and I could make use of that little "orgy room"
one day, she thought wickedly.
To Mr. Jackson she said indignantly, "I'll take care of it right
away, and get the key back." She realized that the only time he'd
borrowed the key was last Friday. Did he secretly make a copy? Goody-two-shoes
Alan?
"Now that I think about it, I did have him borrow
my keys for something else, earlier," she lied, covering for him.
"Of course we'll all have to be more careful with this kind of
thing in the future. And you did the right thing in not punishing him.
Kids at that age are just discovering sex, and they do stupid things.
No need to ruin his good record for ... some overactive hormones."
"That's what I figured," said Mr. Jackson.
By this time, they'd reached the teacher's lounge, where she often went
to eat lunch. She grabbed some food out of the refrigerator and tried
to act nonchalant. "Since I know him well, I'll have a talk with
him, and gently hint that he needs to be more careful. And I'll give
him an earful about the keys. I hope the girl is careful, too. Do you
know who it is?"
"He all but admitted to me he was in there with his girlfriend
Kim, who you probably know as one of the varsity cheerleaders; the short,
young one."
"Ah, yes."
Ms. Rhymer was jealous that Alan was with someone so good looking.
Very jealous. Kim, eh? Fucking cheerleader slut, thinks she can steal
him away from me. And Alan? This is the guy I've been risking
my job over, the guy I've been masturbating in class about? So he can
go and sleep with some slut right under my nose?
But to Mr. Jackson she was cool and collected. "Ah well, hopefully
by the time I'm done straightening him out, he'll catch my drift and
warn Kim to be more careful as well."
The two of them continued to talk about Alan and how he now seemed "all
grown up" while Ms. Rhymer ate a sandwich. She freed herself from
the conversation as soon as she was able and quickly made her way to
the supply room. She opened up the back closet and to her disappointment
found it completely empty. Nothing was out of order, except for an unusually
strong smell of chemicals. He's a clever young man, she thought.
CHAPTER 3
Alan had a very ordinary final class period. He played tennis during
P.E. He wished he could see the cheerleader practice and see what might
happen to Katherine, but unlike the football players with their distant
view of cheerleader practice, the tennis players played at a different
part of the school.
He wouldn't have been able to see much, even if he'd been able to watch.
Cheerleader practice started much like the first time Katherine had
been caught. Heather, now that the unexplained ban on her toying with
Katherine was over, eagerly began the practice with high leg stretches.
She immediately walked over to Katherine, and began
to finger her naked pussy while one of Katherine's feet stretched up
to her head. Her other fingers slid around the outside of her pussy
and she detected with delight that Katherine's pussy was completely
bare.
But today she didn't want to waste any time. She liked sex with men
much more than with women, but she certainly wasn't averse to playing
with a little pussy now and then, and as the week went on she had grown
increasingly aroused by the thought of what she would do with Katherine
when her chance came. She resolved that she would throw caution to the
wind and have her all for her own on Thursday.
"Katherine, it seems like your muscles are tight. Just like last
Friday. But today they're even worse. I'm afraid it seems like you've
pulled a muscle. Why didn't you say anything?" Her fingers kept
working into Katherine.
"Uh, really,
it's nothing," said a very red-faced Katherine. At the best of
times Katherine was afraid of Heather. The head cheerleader dominated
all around through sheer force of will. But on an occasion like this,
Katherine was completely petrified. Heather looked like a lioness about
to strike its helpless prey. Her steely, dark blue eyes practically
assaulted Katherine with the intensity of her gaze, and Katherine meekly
turned away.
But Katherine wondered, How is it that no one is noticing what Heather's
doing?
She was actually fairly surprised that she and Kim
had made it through the last three days of practice without anyone noticing
either of their bare pussies. The shaving really made all the difference
in helping keep the secret. Actually, given that Kim and Heather were
in on the secret, and Amy was so clueless, that only left two other
cheerleaders, Janice and Joy, to keep the secret from.
Heather walked over to one of those two cheerleaders, a girl with short,
red hair named Janice. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to take Katherine
back to the lockers to see if I can't apply some cream or something
to get rid of her cramp. Can you take over here? It might take a while,
so don't wait up for us!"
Janice was fine with taking over, and soon Heather and Katherine were
across the field and at the door to the girl's locker room. As they
arrived, Heather said out of the corner of her mouth, "I don't
know why, but Kim said it was very important I had to wait until today
before we could play. But today is MY day. As soon as we get through
this door, you'd better be ready to fuck my brains out or else. I even
brought a big dildo, and you're going to use it."
At that, they walked through the door, and Heather's hands were all
over Katherine's butt and pussy like Heather couldn't wait another second,
which she couldn't.
"Wait!" cried Katherine. She was deathly
afraid of getting caught, especially since she had almost been caught
with Alan and Kim little more than an hour earlier.
"This is reckless!" Katherine moaned as Heather leaned in
to kiss her. "Let's at least take a look around."
Heather calmed down enough to see the sensibility in
that, and they quickly poked their heads all around the aisles of the
locker room to make sure no one else was there. It was completely empty,
as it almost always was during class, unless someone was very late or
there was some medical emergency like Katherine's supposed pulled muscle.
"This is crazy." Katherine said. "The coaches even come
in here sometimes." But she knew there was no way to stop Heather
once Heather wanted something. So she suggested, "Here, let's do
it in the shower. That'll give us the most warning if anyone comes in."
The two kissed each other passionately. Heather grew less aggressive
and more tender as the kiss progressed. Katherine also found herself
calming down. Then they both began to throw off their clothes. Once
they were both naked, Katherine took a good look at Heather and said,
"Damn, woman, talk about an all-over tan! What's your secret?"
"Mmm. Thanks. Talk later," Heather replied hastily as she
moved in for another kiss. "Mostly sunbathing naked in the back
yard a lot."
Katherine turned on two showerheads. "If anyone comes in, we're
just taking a couple of showers, right?"
"Right,"
said Heather. "You're smart. I like that. But you can't take off
your panties, 'cos they're painted on! How delicious!"
The two moved in for another kiss, and began to wildly grope each other's
bodies.
Heather grabbed a nearby bar of soap, and said, "As
long as we're pretending it's a shower, let's make it authentic!"
She rubbed soap all over Katherine. Soon both of them were covered in
sudsy bubbles, and the slick soapiness turned them both on all the more.
Within minutes they were down on the ground in a sixty-nine position.
Each stuck her tongue deep into the other's pussy. Katherine had never
done anything with a woman more serious than licking and fingering Kim
a bit, but she took to the new position like a fish to water. Heather
didn't even realize that Katherine was completely winging it. Katherine
just tried to imitate what Heather was doing to her. She could tell
from mews and moans when she was doing something right.
They kept going like that for a while, until they both
started to orgasm. It seemed the shuddering and climaxing would never
end. Had someone walked in then, neither girl would have noticed or
cared. Actually, it was fair odds that someone could come in at any
time. The danger of being caught only made them that much more horny,
when they took the time to remember where they were.
Finally, both were too tired
to go on, and took a break. They sat underneath the water as it poured
from the showers and regained their strength.
"Are you keeping track of time?" Katherine asked. She lazily
ran her hands over Heather's slick, bronzed skin. She added with a smile,
"I guess being forced to have sex with you isn't such a bad thing,
after all."
"The only thing I'm wearing is my watch," replied Heather.
"We've got lots of time... By the way, for such a stuck-up prude,
you can lick and finger pretty well. You seem to have some experience
with women. I had you figured all wrong. And such enthusiasm! I was
rather looking forward to really forcing you, but this is just as fun,
if not better."
"Well, you're nice!" replied Katherine sarcastically. "My
only experience with this is with Kim in the last week. And you, for
such a stuck up bitch, I have to admit you're pretty hot."
Heather let the "stuck up bitch" comment slide, since they
were so intimate at the moment.
Katherine went on, "And not too shy with women either. To think
you've been watching us cheerleaders practice every day - I can only
wonder what you've been thinking. Whatever would your boyfriend, the
star quarterback, have to say?"
"He'd get all hot and bothered if he could see us." She began
to caress Katherine's wet and glistening shoulders and boobs as if to
emphasize the point. She started to soap her again since the soap had
mostly washed away. "But that prick isn't going to get so lucky.
I just do him for the status. I've got a couple of other pricks on the
side which are much more filling and tasty."
They began to kiss, lick and finger each other all over again. Their
hands slipped and sled all over their bodies. Heather generally took
the lead, since she was much more experienced in Sapphic lovemaking.
Katherine leaned up against the wall of the shower while Heather got
on her knees behind and ate her out as the water ran down all over them.
"Wait," said Heather suddenly. "I almost forgot!"
She got up, ran to her locker and dripped water all the way. She came
back with a black dildo that wasn't too thick, but was at least a foot
long. It was handheld and not of the strap-on type.
"Mr. Excitement!" she said. "It's even got batteries."
She turned it on, and it began to shake and even rotate. "I hope
we don't get electrocuted," she giggled.
She walked towards Katherine with it. "Are you ready for this throbbing
monster?"
"Wait!" said Katherine. "I'm still a virgin! I don't
want my first time to be with Mr. Excitement!"
"I still don't feel a hymen," Heather said skeptically as
she probed deep inside Katherine's pussy with her fingers.
"I am! You know how prudish I was before last week. But now I'm
getting all slutty, and I don't think I'll be one much longer. Next
time we do it, I'll be happy to feel Mr. Excitement, but for now let
me do it to you."
Heather could
hardly object to that. "Get me off!" she cried. She turned
off the water, leaned up against the wall, and thrust her ass out.
Katherine held Mr. Excitement in her hand, but she
hesitated, happy just to soak in the view.
Katherine was staggered with Heather's beauty. The head cheerleader's
perfect butt was raised high in the air, and bent higher and higher
as Heather wriggled in anticipation for the dildo to come. A deep tan
covered every inch of Heather's privates. It made her naturally blonde
bush stand out in contrast all the more.
As if that wasn't enticing enough, Katherine loved
the way the water from the recently turned-off shower head continued
to roll down Heather's skin. Mesmerized, she watched the water roll
down Heather's back, ass, and legs, and fall to the floor.
"What's taking you so long?" Heather asked, a little bit irked.
"Just admiring the view. Sorry. ... And I can't believe this is
happening right here in the locker room."
Katherine snapped out of her reverie and put Mr. Excitement in all the
way. Then she stuck a finger in Heather's anus and began to finger her
there, even as she reached around and began to grope Heather's dangling
boobs and pinched her nipples. From the surprised and happy sounds Heather
made, it seemed the anal finger was a new experience even for the very
experienced head cheerleader.
The two went on like that for some time, until both of them were nearly
completely dry from their showers. They could have kept it up for much
longer, but their fun came to a sudden halt when they heard the door
leading from outside to the girl's locker room open.
They both froze. It took a few seconds for someone
to walk farther into to locker before they could turn and walk down
a hallway and into the showers, but that's exactly what they heard someone
doing.
Katherine thought, Shit! Caught again! Twice in
one day.
CHAPTER 4
As they separated from each other and tried to stand up, they heard
a voice, "Heather? Katherine?"
It was Amy. She turned a corner and saw them both naked in the showers
as they tried and failed to act casual. Her eyes opened wide.
"Hi Amy!" they said simultaneously, both
faking enthusiasm to see her.
"Hi! There you are!" Amy said happily and casually - she didn't
stay surprised for long. "I heard the water running. Janice sent
me to see what was taking you." She frowned, quizzically. "But
why are you two taking showers in the middle of class? ... And Heather!
What's that thing sticking out of you?!?" She pointed towards Heather's
pussy.
"Oh shit!"
both Katherine and Heather involuntarily said at once. A good six inches
of the big black dildo stuck out of Heather's pussy and into the air.
For once in her life, Heather felt totally ashamed.
Especially when she realized just how liberally her pussy juices flowed
off of the dildo. For a moment, she thought she was totally ruined,
and lamely attempted to cover herself. Heather had done a lot of wild
things, but she'd never been caught.
Katherine quickly sidled up to Heather's ear and whispered, "Don't
worry; you know how Amy is so clueless and malleable. Let me handle
this. Just follow my lead."
"Amy!" Katherine said out loud in a casual voice. "That's
a good question! Why don't you come over here and I'll explain all about
it." She had no idea what she would say, but she was stalling for
time.
"M'kay!" said a happy and completely unsuspicious Amy. "But
wait. It's wet over there. And what about practice?"
"Don't worry about practice. After all, Heather is head cheerleader
and she says this is an important part of your practice too, right Heather?"
"Right," said Heather uncertainly, still recovering from being
caught.
"We're just practicing some different kind of stuff. So just take
off your clothes and come over here. You probably could use a shower
anyway."
Amy began to take her clothes off. "Yeah, Janice is making us all
sweaty." She shucked off her clothes so enthusiastically that it
seemed as if it was a crime for her to ever wear clothing in the first
place.
As Amy took off her clothes, Katherine whispered again in Heather's
ear, "Let's have a little fun with Amy, but not too much, okay?
Follow my lead."
Heather just nodded dumbly in reply as she watched
Amy strip. She was blown away by the situation - she prided herself
on never getting caught and didn't even know what to do if she was caught.
She was so wrapped up in the situation that she'd completely forgotten
about the dildo which still obscenely protruded out of her pussy.
Amy was out of her clothes in a flash and shyly walked over towards
them with a hand over her pussy and an arm over her considerable boobs.
Katherine wasn't sure if she was happy or jealous that of all the women
in the high school these were nearly the only other two with bigger
boobs than her own, though not by much. Katherine and Heather each stood
under individual shower heads where water lightly flowed onto them.
Heather suddenly realized how bizarre Katherine must
look to a stranger: completely naked, but with black panties painted
on. She couldn't help asking Amy, "Amy, aren't you wondering about
Katherine's black panties as well?"
Amy blushed, and acted like she wanted to answer but couldn't.
"That's okay, Amy," Katherine butted in. "Heather is
the other person who knows." She turned towards Heather and added,
"Heather, I already explained to Amy the other day about the panties.
I gave her a very brief explanation about how I forgot them on Friday
and you're punishing me for forgetting by making me wear these for a
week." She emphasized the words "very brief" in the hope
that Heather would get the hint not to say anything more, such as mentioning
Kim's role.
Amy smiled, relieved that she wasn't in a bind about keeping that a
secret from Heather. "Oh, good," she said.
"Amy already knew?" said Heather, slow on the uptake.
Katherine pressed
on. "Yes. Here Amy, why don't you stand here and take a shower
while we talk. We were just finishing our own showers." She led
Amy to the showerhead next to her own.
Amy grabbed the soap and began to soap up her impressive
body. For a moment, both Heather and Katherine just watched Amy showering
and admired her remarkable, if slightly heavy, body. Amy might even
have given Heather a run for her money in the Homecoming Queen contest
if she had the right personality to go along with her calendar girl
physique.
But Katherine meanwhile still had no idea how she could explain why
a dildo stuck out of Heather's pussy, nor why the two of them had taken
so much time away from practice. She wasn't too worried now that the
shock of being caught had worn off - it was the clueless and naive Amy
after all, so the threshold for believability was pretty low. But she
still frantically searched her brain for any ideas to say.
"Amy," Katherine finally began.
"Mmmm-hmm?" cooed Amy as she enjoyed her shower.
"You know how Heather said I had a muscle cramp? Well, she started
massaging me between my legs, where my cramp was. And after while, it
felt better, but... What was really weird is, all this whitish liquid
started pouring out of my vagina. Neither of us could figure that out.
So Heather put her hands up in there to see what was happening, and
that seemed to just made it happen even more."
"Really?" said a rapt Amy. "I have the same problem too!
Remember how you, um, helped me out a few days ago?" Amy referred
to the day Katherine and Alan shaved her pussy but tried to be vague
since she wasn't sure if that also was a secret with Heather or not.
"Yeah," said Katherine. "I said that it was okay if you
touched yourself down there."
Heather looked at Katherine with a very surprised glance
and wondered what exactly they referred to. Heather knew that Katherine
was one of Amy's "protectors" from sexual mischief, so she
found Katherine's new behavior- starting from not wearing panties on
Friday up to this- extremely puzzling.
"Exactly!" said Amy, relieved since she wanted to say that,
but hadn't since that it was part of the secret, too. "So I began
touching myself there, starting that very day. And it seemed like after
I did that for a while, a liquid started to come out of me, too! Just
like your problem. I was too shy to ask my mom what it was."
"We don't know what it is either," lied Katherine, "but
I'm afraid it may be some kind of problem. So anyways... Actually, Amy,
why don't you sit down in front of us and show us what you do to make
the liquid come out?"
"M'kay!" said a happy and still soap-sudded Amy. She sat down
underneath her showerhead and pushed her fingers into her pussy and
began to rub. With both arms in her crotch, her boobs pushed out impressively.
Heather greatly desired to reach out and touch them,
boobs which were a near mirror image of her own, but she held back very
reluctantly and waited for direction from Katherine.
"Anyway," Katherine continued, "so Heather used her fingers
on me much like what you're doing right now. And this liquid kept coming
out. It would even make me shudder sometimes, and made me feel really
good, and hot too."
"Really?" interrupted Amy. "Gosh! That happens to me,
too!"
"Yeah. So Heather and I were thinking that it must be something
really serious. Heather has been helping me figure it out, in case I'm
really sick or something. I get hot like I have fever, so maybe I'm
sick."
"Oh no!" cried Amy. "That means I must be sick, too!"
"Maybe," continued Katherine. "But maybe it happens to
everyone. We weren't sure. So to test that, I thought we should check
with Heather, and see if she also leaks this fluid. So I began rubbing
her vagina, too." Katherine wanted to show with a visual example,
but Heather's pussy was still occupied with the throbbing, rotating
dildo. She appeared somewhat glassy eyed.
"Heather, why don't you show Amy what we mean?"
They all
sat now, with the water still falling on them. Heather scooted closer,
and opened up Katherine's black pussy lips. She was fascinated by the
painted lips and gushy pink interior.
Heather let out a squeal of pleasure as it suddenly
occurred to her that they weren't going to get in any trouble at all
and that in fact they could keep doing what they'd been doing with Amy
a possible extra pleasure.
She adjusted to her new role. "Yes, Amy. Take a look at this. You
see this stuff coming out?"
"Yeah?" Amy replied.
"This is the problem. And I'm not even doing anything. Watch what
happens when I start doing this." Heather worked her fingers in
and out of Katherine's pussy while Amy did the same to herself.
There was a silence for a few moments, except for the sounds of squishy
pussy noises. Then Katherine continued, "So anyways, Amy, I did
that to Heather for a while, like what she's doing to me now. And lo
and behold! She began leaking the liquid too. So Amy, do you know what
that means?"
"Wh-what?" Amy had already begun to lose it, due to the ministrations
of her fingers. She was very sensitive.
"That means you and I aren't sick! If it happens to all three of
us, three randomly-chosen women, that can't just be coincidence. It
must happen to everyone."
"Oh... Woooow..." said Amy. Drool rolled down from her mouth,
only to get washed away by the shower's water.
"So that's where this big black thing comes in," continued
Katherine and pointed to the dildo which was still buried and rotated
in Heather's pussy. "We thought, maybe if we can't stop our vaginas
from leaking, then maybe we could plug them up with something, and then
we could go back out to practice. So we looked all over for something
to use as a plug, and couldn't find anything but this thing, which is
called a dildo. It's actually made to be a pussy plug. We put it in
Heather, and it seems to be working. She still feels really good, but
she's not leaking as much, right Heather?"
"Uh? Yeah, right." Right at that moment Heather was distracted
by her own orgasms, very turned on between the sight of Amy pleasuring
herself and believing the absurd story.
"Oh woooow..." was all Amy could add, as she threw her head
back in ecstasy. Soon she and Katherine began their own powerful orgasms.
Both of them had their legs spread as wide as they could go, which was
very wide for a couple of limber cheerleaders.
Finally, Katherine said, "Amy, would you like to try? Would you
like us to stick this big dildo up your pussy and see if it also stops
you from leaking?"
"Umm, isn't she a virgin?" Heather asked Katherine quietly.
"No," replied Amy herself. "Jack Johnson raped me last
year!" She said this happily like she said most things, as if she
described getting an A on a test and not a rape.
The Mr. Excitement dildo popped out. "Here," said Heather
to Katherine. Heather was too lost in an erotic fog to do much by this
point.
Katherine said
to Amy, "Okay, get on all fours and spread your legs real wide
again. Then I'll push the dildo in."
Amy immediately did what she was told. Katherine slowly
pushed the dildo into Amy's pussy, inch by inch. At least six inches
stuck out when it was all the way in.
Both Heather and Katherine were incredibly turned on
by Amy's eagerness to assume such an obscene position, without even
really knowing why she did it.
"The only problem with this strange dildo thing," added Katherine,
"is that it won't keep still! I don't know what it's for, but it
keeps shaking all over the place, and turning around. But it appears
to be working, do you think?"
"Yes? Oh gosh! Yes!" screamed Amy. "It feels... fantastic!"
Amy writhed around for several minutes. Amy remained in her position
of practically doing the splits. She wore a wide, gleeful smile.
Katherine sat behind her and "assisted" the
dildo as she ran her hands all around Amy's ass while she pushed the
dildo in and out. She "discovered" Amy's clitoris and the
wonderful feelings it could cause when tweaked. They all agreed that
was another mystery that needed more exploration and understanding.
Heather felt a bit neglected to be without Katherine or Mr. Excitement,
but she was nonetheless plenty aroused frigging herself while she watched
Amy from behind.
Eventually, Katherine stole a glance at Heather's watch. Then she sternly
said, "Heather, look at the time. I really think you should return
to the cheerleading practice. I'm surprised Janice didn't send someone
else after Amy to see what's keeping her too. Go back there and tell
them that I got really sick despite you trying to help, and that Amy
helped take me home. We'll finish up here and go home early. Other girls
are going to start finishing their sports and coming in here and taking
showers soon, so it's really all over anyways."
Heather sighed. She wanted their fun to keep going on and on. She still
hadn't been able to play with Amy's ample tits yet. Heather wanted to
be in control, but clearly Katherine was much more in the know and thus
took charge in this situation. "Okay, I guess," said a reluctant
Heather as she got up and began to dry herself off.
Katherine turned to Amy. "Amy, I know it feels good, but you have
to finish, too. When it comes to most things with pussies, um, I mean
vaginas, it's good to keep them completely secret. You don't want anyone
to see you doing this, ever. This is another super-secret, okay? You
won't talk to anyone about this except Heather and me, when we're in
private. Together, the three of us will solve this leaking problem.
Okay?"
"M'kay!" said Amy happily. Then she frowned and looked over
at Heather putting on her clothes. When she pulled the dildo from her
nether regions, she held it up as it dripped pussy juice everywhere
and asked, "But do you guys mind if I borrow this for a little
while? It's really neat!"
Katherine realized with great relish that her time to be fucked by Alan
would come very soon. But there was one problem: she wanted her first
fuck with her brother to be perfect, and not marred by her funny, painted
black butt. So she grabbed a rough brush she had brought along for the
occasion and rubbed all of the paint off of her. She also had Amy help
out.
Thanks to the right implements, Amy's help, and the
desire to get the job done as fast as possible instead of playing around,
the paint came off in ten minutes instead of the hour it took Alan.
Other girls began to come into the locker room right as they finished
up.
CHAPTER 5
Meanwhile, back on their quiet suburban street, Susan was lost in her
erotic thoughts. She could hardly wait until her husband left for work
and her children left for school so she could get naked. And get naked
she did.
Oh, dear Lord, I'm so depraved, she thought
to herself as she took off her clothes, even as she looked out the front
window and saw her husband drive away towards work. I'm growing worse
every day! Please, please, I beg of you, Lord, please give me the strength
to resist temptation! You know what I speak of. My son. My dreamboat,
handsome son. So kind. So innocent. So... Arrgh! I'm getting carried
away here. My point is, Lord, I have to resist, don't I? Please! Answer
my prayers. Give me a sign, some kind of sign. Tell me what I should
do!
By the time Susan had all her clothes off. She moved away from the front
window for fear that someone might see. As she walked towards the kitchen
with her clothes in her hands, she thought, There's nothing wrong
with just being naked. It's not like I'm doing anything immoral. We're
all naked before the Lord anyways, right? I just need to release my
urges in a private, harmless way. I don't know why, but taking off my
clothes makes me feel sooo good. I really don't know why. Maybe it's
because I imagine Alan looking at me. What if he could see me right
now, what would he do? Would he want to do nasty things to me? Like,
would he want to take his magnificent, hard... No. Don't think those
thoughts Susan. Just let your mind go blank. ... I think I'll just clean
up the kitchen a bit dressed like this.
Susan raised
her arms above her head and stretched. Aaaaahhhh.... This feels great.
I have nothing to be ashamed about with my body. As a matter of fact,
I'm pretty damn good-looking. That's what people say, at least. And
the way that my Tiger looks at me sometimes shows that... No. I can't
think like that. God, give me strength! Please, Lord, please!
She put her clothes on the kitchen counter and picked up a sponge. Then
she paused. Ahhh, shit. Who am I kidding? This nakedness isn't enough.
I've gotta go masturbate, like, NOW, just like I did yesterday at this
time, and the day before that. I'm doing it too much! Too many times
a day. It's like I've become addicted.
But just then she heard the front door open. Oh holy mother of God!
Suzanne! Shit! Susan dropped the sponge and ran frantically down
a hall way and into the lower bathroom before Suzanne could see her
in her complete nakedness.
How stupid of me, she thought bitterly. Suzanne
is coming over sooner and sooner these days. She's not even giving me
time for a quick masturbation after the kids leave. Damn! And worse,
what am I going to wear now?
She looked around the bathroom. To her great relief, she realized a
hamper for dirty clothes was in it. She fished around and found a top
and skirt of hers that weren't noticeably dirty. She put them on. Then
she flushed the toilet, to help explain her absence to Suzanne.
Elsewhere in the house, Suzanne walked around to look for her best friend.
When she reached the kitchen she saw the pile of clothes still on the
kitchen counter. Hmm. This is odd, to say the least. Susan is normally
so neat. I wonder if this was what she wore earlier. I'll have to ask
Alan or Katherine later on what their mother had on at breakfast. Hmm.
Susan came out of the bathroom and entered the kitchen. "Hey, friend,"
she said to Suzanne as she smiled and waved, and Suzanne replied in
kind as she sat down at the counter. But Susan had a guilty look on
her face - she was a horrible actress and a bad liar. Then, when Suzanne
saw her pile of clothes on the counter, her guilty smile turned to open-mouthed
horror.
Susan lamely tried to cover for their presence. "Oh,
what a mess. Here, let me put these away." She took the clothes
and went to put them in the same hamper where she came from.
As Suzanne was left alone, she thought to herself, She's acting guilty
as hell about those clothes. What's going on here? Think, Suzanne, think.
... Wait, I get it! She must have been naked in the kitchen when I came
in. I thought I heard some running around. I must have interrupted ...
what? Why was she naked in the kitchen, all alone? Doing the dishes
naked, maybe? There's a sponge on the floor here. Wait a minute. I know
what this means. She's so fucking horny all the time now that she's
naked or masturbating, or both, every chance she gets! Why, Ron only
left a couple of minutes ago. I saw the car drive away.
She's tearing off her clothes just as soon as she
can get the chance! That gets ME so hot! Fuck! To think she was so frigid
all these years; now she's like a nymphomaniac. And it's my scheme pushing
her to Alan that's doing it. This is so great. If she has any bisexual
tendencies at all, my bigger scheme to bed the whole Plummer family
is really going to come true! No shit! Damn!
Suzanne was lost in a reverie. She had the most blissful and joyous
expression on her face, as if she'd just won the lottery. A quizzical
"Suzanne?" from Susan snapped her out of it.
Now it was Suzanne's turn to look guilty. But Suzanne was a much better
actress. She covered up her true feelings within seconds. "Sorry,
drifted off there for a second. I guess I'm still waking up. Still dreaming."
"I know the feeling," Susan said perhaps a bit too truthfully.
"Must have been a good dream."
"It's a great one, Susan. My favorite fantasy."
"Oh, sounds fun. What is it?" Susan asked happily. Her earlier
guilt and nervousness were gone.
"I can't tell you just yet. Maybe someday. What's your favorite
fantasy?"
Susan's guilt flooded back. She stammered, "I, uh, uh, I, I can't
tell either." She turned away and blushed.
How cute, Suzanne thought. Talk about being able to read someone
like a book. As if we don't both know exactly who she's thinking about
in her fantasy. But I just love Susan for her cute and innocent ways
like this. What an angel. To think this shy and proper woman was just
standing in this same room a couple of minutes ago, completely starkers.
It beggars the imagination. ... I must be getting in her way though.
I'll bet she'd love nothing better than to fuck herself into unconsciousness,
right now, thinking about her hunky son. She must be hoping that I'll
leave. This is all getting me so hot, I'd better go do myself back at
my place. Good thing no one else is home.
"You know, Susan, I just thought of something. I'd love to sit
and chat like this all day, but it occurred to me I actually have an
important errand to run. For once in my life."
Susan laughed, but it was still nervous laughter.
"I'd better get going. Let's hang out later. I'll be back in say,
two hours?"
"Perfect!" said Susan. That'll give me plenty of time to
rub myself. I'm still so worked up!
After a few more pleasantries, Suzanne went back to her house next door.
Just as Susan had done with her husband, she watched Suzanne go and
waited until the coast was clear. Then she shucked her clothes off.
She ran upstairs and hopped in bed. Despite her eagerness to be naked,
she still could only masturbate in two places: under the covers of her
bed, or in the shower.
Once she returned to her own house, Suzanne took the other alternative:
the shower. For security's sake, she didn't dare walk around naked or
frig herself just anywhere, in case her son or husband happened to come
home for some bizarre reason.
At first
she frigged herself wildly in the shower until she came with a feverish
intensity. Then, exhausted, she got out, soaking wet, and sat down in
the bathroom to rest. She started to think some more, and slowly grew
aroused again.
As she ran her hands slowly over her legs, she thought, Boy, that
Susan is really something. My seemingly decades-long quest to get her
to become more cultured - go to plays, the opera, listen to classical
music, appreciate fine wine - it hasn't been terribly successful. But
then I try to get her to go after her own son, and she's become a hopeless
case in a matter of weeks! This is so much more fun than my culture
lessons.
But this path is also full of danger. Not Ron or my husband - who
cares about them? The problem is, Susan and Alan might get so into each
other that they'll completely forget about me. After all, they have
that whole taboo / forbidden fruit appeal thing going on, not to mention
such a long and close loving relationship. And I always thought I could
out-sexy any woman, but Susan is easily at least my match with her body.
I just have three things in my favor, over her. One: a readiness to
go farther with him, and faster. With any luck, I can be his first fuck.
Two: a more devious and scheming mind, and greater awareness. Three:
much greater sexual experience. That's key. That'll be my main weapon
to win both of them. I'm sure I can lick and suck and kiss and fuck
way better than Susan. And Katherine too, for that matter.
Mmm. Katherine. Now there's another sexy Plummer to ponder. Suzanne's
hands had wandered over her wet skin, but now they started to converge
on her ready and leaking pussy. What I wouldn't give to get my hands
in her sweet hole, instead of my own! I wonder how things are faring
between her and my Sweetie. Mmm. Imagine those two going at it together.
There's a sexy thought. Very sexy...
Suzanne lost her train of thought for a couple of minutes as she fantasized
being a fly on the wall while Susan's two children fucked each other.
But after she climaxed, she returned to her strategic thinking. Those
two are going to fuck, for sure. But Katherine's like Susan: way too
chaste and prudish. Since I haven't been wearing Katherine down as much
as Susan, it'll take longer for the daughter's restraints to give way.
Suzanne was dead wrong on that last surmise, because she didn't realize
that Katherine had a long-standing secret lust for her brother. Not
only that, but she didn't do enough snooping about Katherine's behavior.
She thought a little about the need for more snooping. I wish I was
closer to Katherine so I could really know what she's thinking. It would
be great if we were close the way Susan and I are, and shared all our
secrets. I should find out soon how things stand between those kids.
I know things are starting to develop, but just how far have they gone
already?
Given Alan and Katherine's goody-goody reputations, and Alan's lack
of aggressiveness, Suzanne would never have guessed in a million years
that the two teenagers had plans to fuck each other that very afternoon.
But if she would have known, she wouldn't have been too terribly upset.
It fit in with her overall plan to break down all the sexual barriers.
CHAPTER 6
Later in the day and back at school, Amy and Katherine waited for school
to end. They found a place to hide from the other cheerleaders, since
Amy was supposed to have taken Katherine home already. They hid for
about ten minutes after class, until school had mostly cleared out.
In the meantime, they talked. Katherine wouldn't let Amy borrow the
Mr. Excitement dildo, but told Amy that she had another one at home,
and Amy could come by some time and use that one.
Amy was also very sad that neither Katherine nor Alan
shaved her pussy more often. After all, they told her that it needed
to be shaved frequently, especially in the first week. Katherine promised
that both she and Alan would be happy to shave Amy's pussy very frequently
that weekend, if the opportunity presented itself. Amy was exceptionally
happy to hear that.
But Katherine was pissed at having to sit and wait for the school to
clear out with Amy. Alan is expecting me! We finally get to fuck,
but here I have to wait? Arrgh! When she finally deemed enough
time had passed, she raced home on her bike as fast as she could and
left Amy on her bike far behind.
Alan nervously waited for his sister at home when she arrived about
10 minutes later than expected. The two of them had already paved the
way for their upcoming fuck session, and even future ones, the night
before. They told Susan that a new club had formed, called the S Club,
or Service Club. They said it was a club devoted to doing good deeds
in the community, kind of like the Key Club, another club already popular
at the school. There actually were clubs called the S Club which did
just that, which was how Alan got the idea, but there was no established
chapter in their high school yet so it made a great cover story.
The two further explained that tomorrow was the first
meeting, and since the club had just started out, they would meet every
Monday and Thursday. The membership was very small, because meetings
were being held off-campus. Therefore, they needed to borrow the car.
That was a necessary lie, because Kim's house was quite a distance away.
So Susan was delighted and readily agreed to loan the car any time they
needed it for S Club. She encouraged them to join more such clubs, especially
since it would look good on the college applications, which were coming
up soon. Susan even offered to drive them there, but Alan said that
would make them look uncool to the other club members, who all had their
own cars. (Surprisingly for such a rich family Alan didn't yet have
his own car, but his father's car was essentially his since Ron was
never around.)
Alan and Katherine managed to fuck each other with their mother's full
approval, in a certain sense. The ever-resourceful Alan had managed
to procure a box of condoms as well. Kim also phoned them and gave the
all-clear sign, so everything was ready.
Alan drove. As they got in the car, Alan said, "Sis, you scared
the shit out of me. I thought for sure you chickened out. Those last
minutes before you showed up I was practically having a panic attack."
"Are you kidding, Big Tasty Brother? I wouldn't miss this for the
world! You're going to make me a woman!" They both settled in their
car seats in the driveway, and Katherine leaned over to kiss Alan on
the mouth.
He let the kiss linger, but when it was done he looked around frantically
and said, "You're trying to kill me, you know that? We're still
in our own frigging driveway! Mom could see! Just wait a few minutes,
please!" He started the car.
"Sorry, Bro. Or should I say, Big Hard Sister-fucking Brother."
"Hey wait a sec." He put his head down on the steering wheel
and inwardly groaned. "Sis, when you say things like that I feel
so torn. Is what we're thinking of doing here really right? Is it, is
it wrong? Even if you say no, isn't it going to end badly? Don't you
feel a bad end?"
She held his head in her hands and turned it to look at her. "Listen
to me, Alan. This isn't wrong. I love you. You love me. Forget about
the mores of the town. I don't care what they think or even know what
the law is on this. This feels right. You know it, and I know it. We
love each other and always have, and this isn't going to end badly because
we still will always be in love, no matter what happens. And Mom will
love us even if we rob a bank. So let's just forget everything and have
fun. I know I'm going to have a hell of a good time, and love every
single, unforgettable second."
That made him smile. He kissed her deeply, though quickly. He was glad
that he had, for he tasted a pleasing hint of mint on her lips and could
smell the musky aroma of her skin. "I don't doubt you will. And
you're probably right about everything. It just feels so momentous.
It takes my breath away. But I'm so excited too. I'm so trembly. Let's
get going before I die of anticipation." He turned the car engine
on.
"Tell me about it!" she enthused. "I just get so uncontrollably
excited thinking about the fact that we're going to be making love in
mere minutes! I'm so turned on! Not only that, but the most interesting
thing happened to me at school today."
"Tell me about it," Alan said as he drove the car out into
the street. He thought whatever she would have to say could take his
mind off of his lingering doubts.
While he drove the car down the road, Katherine talked dirty and told
him the hot and sexy story of what had happened to Heather, Amy, and
herself during cheerleader practice. Since Susan might see them leave
or return, they had to wear relatively normal clothing. Alan wore a
T-shirt and long pants, and Katherine wore short shorts and a tube top
that had a slit down the front and exposed all of her cleavage.
As they sped through traffic, Alan could look over
and see Katherine's magnificent boobs jiggle and shake. He blessed the
car's bad shock absorbers. He admitted that her boobs weren't nearly
as big as the almost unnaturally sized tits of his mother or Suzanne,
but they would still be the subject of masturbatory fantasies for just
about any guy at school.
He thought, Between Amy and Sis, I've got the inside
track on at least half of the most jaw-droppingly beautiful and big-breasted
girls in the school. And then there are certain other women at home.
Definitely a one in a million or even billion situation. Wow.
But right now he could think of little else but Katherine.
Within a few blocks of leaving the house, she sat down in the space
in front of the passenger's seat so Alan could better see the show she
put on. She grasped at her breasts and pulled down her short shorts
past her knees so she could frig herself. Alan was freaked out that
she now wore nothing but a tube top, but as she was crouched down, no
one could really see what she did or what she didn't wear.
As she continued
to tell her arousing story, she reached over and placed her hands on
the bulge in Alan's pants. She
began to massage it through the clothing.
Alan
prayed that they would get to Kim's house soon, before he had an accident.
Between her story and her hands, his doubts completely disappeared from
his mind. Lust took over.
She stopped telling her story and said to Alan, "You really need
to get new pants, because this one has a defective zipper. Look - it's
unzipping all by itself!" She pulled his zipper down as she said
this.
Alan placed his hand over the hole in his pants she just opened to prevent
her from going any further. "Sis, you can't! I'm driving, for fuck's
sake. How would you like to get us killed right before our big moment?"
She was unfazed, and giggled, "Hey, don't blame me - it's the zipper."
Alan had to keep at least one hand on the wheel, so with more hands
she managed to get his hand out of the way and pull his penis out of
his pants.
"No, Katherine, no!" he cried in a very agitated state. "Please!
I beg you!" They stopped at a stop light, and he pulled at the
hair on his head with both hands in frustration and sexual arousal.
"We're gonna die. I know it. Die." He said this dramatically
and fatalistically. The car started moving again, and as though to drive
the point home, he nearly struck a mailbox on the side of the road and
missed it, he was sure, by mere inches.
"See?!?" he griped. When the car came to
a rest at another stop light he stared at her wide-eyed with fear even
as she steadied herself from the slight jolt. Luckily no police cars
were around to see the near-accident. Alan was worried the police would
think he was driving drunk.
"Chill already," Katherine chided him. "Okay, fine. If
you're such a bad driver, your loss. I suppose this wouldn't be the
best time to die. I won't give you a blowjob after all, and I'll take
it easy until we come to stops at the traffic lights. Like this one."
She frantically jacked him
off until the light changed and then just kept the penis throbbing in
her hands as he drove on while she waited for the next light. She resumed
her story, but Alan was too focused on her hands and trying to prevent
an accident to pay attention to her words anymore. Still, her ministrations
on his penis didn't really stop, they just slowed down, and it drove
him out of his mind with desire. He passed a few hotels on the way to
Kim's house and seriously thought about stopping and running into one
of them with her, unable to hold out even another five minutes.
CHAPTER 7
After a fifteen-minute drive, they finally reached Kim's house. They
were both so worked up that neither of them had the slightest reluctance
to fuck each other anymore. Alan pulled the car into Kim's driveway
and they ran into Kim's house as fast as their feet could carry them.
Alan sported such a massive wet spot around his groin area that it looked
almost as though he'd pissed on himself. But he didn't care how funny
he looked - he just wanted to get to a bed.
Katherine practically ran over Kim, who stood in the front doorway to
open the door. Kim was still dressed in her cheerleader uniform, which
showed off her trim and petite figure nicely. Katherine briefly French
kissed and groped her then frantically asked, "Where's the bedroom?"
It was clear that she did not want to waste another moment. If her voice
wasn't a clear enough indicator, then her nipples certainly were; they
were so erect that even her areolae looked puffier than usual.
Kim just smiled and pointed
upstairs, and brother and sister ran upstairs in a flash.
They sat on the bed, as Katherine urged, "Quick, Alan, get the
condoms!" They'd had plenty of foreplay in the car, and were ready
to dive right in.
Clothes flew into the air, and Alan fumbled around with the condoms.
Katherine impulsively reached out for Alan's hand. She suddenly appeared
calm as she said, "Brother, thank you. I know that this is going
to be the greatest, most exciting day of my life. And the best part
has just started! In a minute, neither of us are going to be virgins
anymore."
The two held hands for a brief pause. He looked in his sister's brown
eyes, saw the passion and excitement there, and said, "I love you,
Little Sister!"
She looked back with a high, rosy color in her cheeks, and said, "I
love you, too, Big Brother! And I'm so glad we've found a new way of
loving each other." They kissed with passionate intensity. Katherine's
heaving breasts brushed against Alan's chest; her nipples were hardened
rocks which poked into him like hot coals.
Katherine finally pulled him away. "That's great, but let's not
wait another second!" She lay down on Kim's bed, face up, and said,
"I'm waiting for your big cock!" To further illustrate her
words, she opened her thighs wide and ran an index finger over rigid
clit, which was engorged and stood out from its hood proudly.
Alan sat up on
the bed, straddled her, and positioned his penis above her fuck hole.
Drops of pre-cum fell onto her shaven mound. He looked at her and she
wordlessly gave approval for him to go on as she hooked her heels around
his waist. He took a big breath and tried to clear his mind. His
whole world, now, was his sexy, lust-filled sister.
His smaller sister practically writhed beneath his body in anticipation,
hot and willing to accept him into her body fully and completely. She
breathed up at him quickly. She thought, I feel like I've just run
a marathon, and we haven't even started to fuck yet!
He pushed the penis down into her. It slid down ever-so-slowly
into her very tight pussy. Every sensation in his body seemed to disappear
for a moment, except for a spine-tingling focus on every nerve-ending
on his dick. Warmth, wetness, tightness and softness - those were the
sensations which filled his mind. And, as wonderful as it felt to slowly,
achingly slide his insistent penis into his sister's depths, even more
wonderful was the sense of oneness and love he felt radiating between
himself and his sister like an invisible field of energy.
There were a million things he could say, but all he
could manage was a guttural "Ugggh!"
"Oh, yeeeeesssss!" she yelled in return, a cry of release
and pleasure. Although she'd never had a penis inside herself before,
from the very first instant it was in her, it felt fantastic. She felt
the fullness, heat and rigidity of her brother's penis as it moved and
throbbed deep within her. His whole body covered her and enveloped her.
They fiercely clutched their hands together.
Already she began to feel the onset of mini-climaxes,
even though Alan had not yet begun to move inside her body. She was
very glad that her hymen had been broken in an accident five or so years
ago, so there was no pain or blood. She could feel her brother's hot
breath beat down on her neck.
Alan slowly pushed
his penis in until he felt it could go no further, sure that he'd hit
the impassable entrance to his breathless sister's cervix. He stayed
there for just a moment, to enjoy the feeling of being so deep within
her, until she subtly wiggled her hips beneath him. She was eager for
more.
So he slowly began to pull it back out. The coolness
of the air around the shaft of his penis as it emerged was an extreme
contrast to the heated depths he'd enjoyed just a second before. Then
he pushed in again slowly, as though driven by a deep, primal urge.
Then out. In and out.
He built up a rhythm and
reveled in the fact that his sister, too, had begun to move in sync
with his gentle thrusts. His sister, cheerleader or not, had always
seemed so soft and fragile to his protective, brotherly mind that he
didn't want to hurt her. When her upward thrusts became more powerful,
such fears were quickly put to rest and he began to push his thick meat
into her body all the way up to the hilt. She wrapped her arms around
the back of his, holding on to him as if she were on a wild roller coaster
ride.
"Yeeeeeessss! My brother is fucking me!" Katherine screamed
at the top of her lungs as her plentiful breasts moved madly with the
motion of Alan's thrusts. The sound carried into every room of Kim's
house, but Kim had assured them earlier that they could yell to their
heart's content and the neighbors would never hear, provided they kept
the windows closed.
Kim meanwhile sat in the room next door and fucked
her own pussy with a dildo as she got off on their sounds and screams.
Even from a room away, she could already start to smell the pungent
odor of their sex. It drove her wild with envy and passion. She shoved
the dildo as deep inside her as it could go as she imagined what it
would feel like to be in Katherine's position just one room away.
"We're fucking! We're fucking!" screamed Alan joyously. He,
too, reveled in the freedom to yell to his heart's content, after weeks
of furtively and quietly sneaking around in his secret sexual life.
He yelled as loud as he could, "I'm fucking my own sister, and
I don't care! Wooo yeah!!!"
Their thrusts were no longer anything like the soft
shoves from a moment before - they were steaming along in an insistent
and solid rhythm. Alan pistoned his penis into her as deep as it would
go and marveled at the hot-cold-hot-cold sensation of each insertion
and extraction of his penis as it pounded into her, seemingly on its
own volition.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she yelled in time to his thrusts
as her large bosoms slapped against his body. "More! More!"
There was no pretense at drawing anything out. They
just wanted to cum as fast as humanly possible. Arms and legs became
a blur of activity as they threw their bodies into one another and the
powerful scent of sex literally poured out into the room from where
they were joined in incestuous abandon. Things moved at a feverish pitch
until neither brother nor sister could hold back any longer. Both teenagers
stiffened as their bodies cried out for release. They reached climax
together while yelling a seemingly endless stream of incoherent screams.
Alan felt his jism course through his prick, like a fire hose suddenly
filling up with water. Then his semen exploded out of his penis and
filled the depths of his sister's vagina. Alan thought, I'm doing
it! I'm doing it! It's happening! He continued to push his penis
deep inside her and, almost instinctually, stopped on the downstroke
so that he could completely fill her up with his seed.
Katherine could feel the coursing and throbbing of his penis, timed
to the beat of his heart, and then the splash of his seed filled her
pussy, flooding her with a tremendous warmth. All of a sudden it occurred
to her that she shouldn't be feeling such sensations. The condom!
Where's the condom? Too busy kissing - we forgot! Ah, hell. Just sit
back and enjoy it. Oh fuck! God! So good! Screw it! Screw ME!
She calmed down enough to begin making sense with her
screaming, and shrieked, "Screw me! Screw me! Screw me!" over
and over.
Alan collapsed onto Katherine. The two just lay quietly for a minute,
as they recuperated and breathed heavily from their exertion. Both of
them could feel Alan's semen as it slowly bubbled out of Katherine's
cum-filled pussy and around her brother's semi-erect penis. He rose
just slightly enough off her body so that he could look into her eyes.
All he saw there, as she looked back up at him, was love, tenderness
and deep appreciation.
Alan asked, "Did that hurt at all?"
"Not in the slightest," she replied. "It felt like your
cock was born to be inside of me. A finger or dildo just doesn't compare
with the real thing! Now that I know how good it feels, I want your
cock inside of me every minute. Every minute of the day. Tiger,"
- she strangely used their mother's term of endearment for him for the
first time - "do you promise to fuck me every minute of the day,
for the rest of our lives? Will you make me your complete fuck tool?"
"I'll try my best," he answered, and laughed gaily. Yes!
Yes! a joyous voice inside his head continually shouted while she
happily squirmed in joy beneath him. He was on the highest of highs.
He thought out loud, "You know, it's really amazing
to finally fuck a woman. But for that woman to be you, my sister, it's
just out of control. I can't believe it."
Katherine hugged him firmly, and said, "I know. It's my first time
too. We're on the same wavelength. But let's do it again, already!"
"Okay! I should have no problem getting ready to go with you to
arouse me. But you know, it's funny, I'm really thirsty all of the sudden."
"I'll get you some water!" they heard Kim yell at them. They
hadn't closed their door and she could hear even their whispers.
A minute later she walked in with a glass of water in her hand. She
was buck naked now like them, and pussy juice visibly dripped down her
legs. "Don't mind me," she said. "I'll leave you two
alone for your special time together, but I just had to say you two
are fantastic."
She handed the water to Alan. "I'm shaking like
an earthquake in the next room, just from hearing the sounds of you
two. I can't wait to watch, or even get that big thing stuffed inside
of me. I wish I had a brother to fuck too, but I'm an only child. Now
drink up, big boy, and give us round two."
They all smiled at each other. "Alan, your fuck
toy is waiting for you," Kim added in a husky voice, with a strong
emphasis on "fuck toy." She walked back out of the room.
CHAPTER 8
Alan said to Katherine, "I like the sound of that, what Kim just
said: fuck toy. Are you my fuck toy?"
"You know
it!" she replied enthusiastically. "I live just to be fucked
by you! Now I can tell you something. I've wanted your thing deep inside
me even before you started your medical treatment. I've secretly wanted
it for years, ever since I saw you naked and aroused in the shower one
day. That's why I never went all the way with any guy, and was so prudish.
Well, that, and trying to be like Mom.
She continued, "But I don't think I ever would
have acted on it if it weren't for what happened these past few weeks.
I figured you were - and still are - such a goodhearted, morally upstanding
guy that you'd hate me if I expressed any sexual feelings towards you.
And I was chicken. God, I was unhappy sexually and didn't really understand
why. I could barely even admit my feelings to myself. But now that's
all over, thank God, 'cos I have you."
Alan was very surprised by all that. He was fairly
amazed she would eagerly call herself a fuck toy and the rest was even
more amazing. He never had the slightest clue she felt this way. He
decided he'd mentally absorb all this information later and just get
back to fucking.
He made to slip his penis in her again as she sat on top of him, but
she stopped him. "Wait a sec, Big Pussy-stuffing Brother. This
time, let's use a condom." Even as she said this, a few drops of
the cum Alan had already spent inside her pussy dribbled out onto his
now-erect penis.
"Oh fuck! Oh my God! I'm so sorry! I totally forgot!"
"Don't worry. I know someone in school who has some of those day-after
pills. I'll take one just to be on the safe side. Actually, I'm really
glad you forgot. It's sooooo good to feel your naked flesh in there
and not the latex of a condom. But we should start getting in the condom
habit. Next time. For now, what's done is done, so fill me up. Let's
not leave the little spermies in there all lonely. Give them some new
friends!"
She'd sat with his penis poised at her pussy lips and lowered herself
down onto it, driving it all the way in her. Alan commented, "Man,
you are one sexy woman. Dangerously horny, too."
"Mmm. Big Sexy Sweaty Brother, this time let's take our time."
She clenched her pussy muscles tightly and wiggled her bottom. The feeling
of fullness while she sat on top of her brother with his penis buried
so far up inside of her nearly overwhelmed her, it felt so great.
Alan was happy with that idea. They proceeded much more slowly, like
they fucked in slow motion. He gradually pushed his penis deeper and
deeper, up to the very hilt, and then pulled back just as slowly until
all but the tip of his penis was out of her pussy. Then he did it again.
And again. He watched with awe as his sister's tits began to bounce
slowly with each upward thrust of his penis.
"God, I can hardly wait until you cum inside me
again!" she sighed with a shudder.
"I would say what you just said really turned me on," he responded,
"But there's no way I can be any more turned on than I am already.
... It's funny, 'cos I never really thought about you in that way. You
know, before this all started. Boy was I wrong! Jesus. Just think about
all the wasted nights with our bedrooms across the hall from each other,
and no fucking going on. What a tragic waste! Now, help me make up for
lost time."
She sighed sadly. "Don't remind me! I feel the
exact same thing. It's like a physical pain to think about all the opportunities
we missed. You're just gonna have to fuck me that much more to make
it up to me."
Katherine rose up just the tiniest bit to give him more room to thrust
up into her tight, cum-drenched pussy. He pounded her relentlessly and
ever so slowly increased his pace. Then they rolled back over so that
he lay on top of her and they kissed and ran their hands everywhere.
There wasn't as much screaming now since they were too busy kissing.
The two siblings basked in the warmth and glow of their love-making.
Just as the pace reached a frenzied climax, he pulled out altogether.
She suddenly felt empty inside, like someone had taken a part of her
body away from her, and hated the feeling. "What are you doing?!?!"
she yelled incredulously. "Why did you stop? Fuck me more! Harder!
Fuck me now!"
From the next room they heard Kim yell, "Yeah, what's the big deal?
Give her what I need! I mean, what she needs!"
"Slow down, you two," Alan said, as he tapped the head of
his penis on his sister's red and swollen clit. That made Katherine
arch her back in response, hopeful that she could impale herself on
his fuck stick. "In these few weeks of my limited sexual experience,
I learned that delayed gratification is twice as sweet. Let's hold off
as long as we can and take our time. Not only that, but I DO have some
condoms in a pocket somewhere around here, so I might as well use one
before I cum again."
They caressed and kissed until Alan's penis was ready with a second
wind. He put a condom on, then started again slowly and caressed her
gently as he slowly pumped his hips.
There was a very obvious difference with the condom
on. While Alan's penis still felt very warm inside Katherine's hot,
tight pussy, there was no sense of wetness and the skin-to-skin contact
had completely disappeared. It was still pleasurable to fuck his sister,
even with the condom on, but if he had to choose, he far preferred going
bareback. Still, though, he figured that he would have to get used to
the feeling of a condom, at least until the birth control pills from
nurse Akami would begin to have their effect on Katherine.
He began to pound his sister with renewed vigor. In
a sense, the desensitization of the condom actually helped to prolong
his stamina, which was undoubtedly a good thing for her.
"Last time was good," said Katherine, "but give me all
you've got this time!"
"Hey, I gave you all I had last time," he
chuckled.
"Give me more! Even more! Fuck me! Go deep! Break
me in two! Fuuuuccckkkk meeeeeeee!"
Alan gladly obeyed her. He literally bounced his hips
up and down on her body, making his shaft slide thoroughly in and out
of her. He would rise up and his penis would be completely exposed to
the air and then he would pile-drive the pole right back into her upturned
pussy as far as he could go. They screamed and squirmed and climaxed.
Sweat flew everywhere and Alan's cum squished out of the condom as it
filled to overflowing all over the outer lips of Katherine's well-used
vagina.
As they lay back and rested again, Kim poked her head into the room.
"Thumbs up on round two, y'all," she said as she flashed them
the thumbs-up sign. They all laughed, and then Kim said, "That
gives me an idea," and stuck her thumb up her pussy. Everyone laughed
again.
Katherine said, "Good idea," and stuck Alan's thumb up hers.
As Kim walked out of the room, she said, "Do either of you want
anything this time?"
Katherine yelled back, "I'll take my brother's wide, thick, meaty
cock deep in my pussy, please! And I'm thirsty, too. But don't get me
a drink - I know just where to get all the tangy sweet cum I could ever
need! At least until they put it on the cafeteria menu." She switched
positions and began to suck his penis.
"Hey," said Alan. "You can do that anytime. Let's fuck
some more, and when I'm ready to shoot, you can suck me off."
"That's a
hard sell, mister," giggled Katherine. He sat back, and she sat
up on all fours, and poked her ass towards his face. "This time,
let's try doggy-style! So many things I've been reading about that I
can finally try out for real."
Alan thrust his hips forwards at the same time Katherine
thrust her ass backwards. Alan was amazed at the difference between
this and fucking a motionless body. They worked in perfect rhythm. Not
only did her pussy muscles clench each time she thrust back at him,
but his own posture made it possible to thrust with less exertion, which
meant that he would last even longer.
Then there was the feel of her ass, as it pushed back
against his hips. It was so soft, smooth, and warm that he couldn't
help but to grab hold of her by both hips and luxuriate in the feeling
of her skin even as he watched his penis disappear and reappear. Each
time he pulled out of his sister's moist pussy, her inner lips seemed
to drag along with his shaft, like they were still joined even when
he pulled out. Alan decided, Doggy-style is definitely most excellent.
I could do this for days!
Sure enough, Alan kept his promise to let Katherine swallow his load
even though he would have enjoyed filling her with his cum again. When
he pulled out after many minutes of doggy-style fucking, she was right
there to drink it up his soaring ropes. He was fairly amazed that she
didn't mind that his penis was covered with her own pussy juices (he
hadn't even thought about using a condom, but she knew it was the safest
time of the month for her). She seemed fearlessly ready to try anything
sexual.
CHAPTER 9
After their third time, they were both
so tired that they instantly fell asleep. Half an hour later, Kim had
to come in and wake them up.
"Sleepyheads," she said and she shook them, "you're missing
out on your very limited fuck time. You only have another half-hour
before you need to take a shower and get cleaned up. S Club meetings
can only last so long, even fake ones, and my mom will be getting home
soon."
"Oh, Mom!" they both said in whining voices. Alan pleaded,
"Can't we fuck just a little bit longer, Mom? Pleeaaase?"
Kim stood naked above them, playing the role of a stern and tut-tutting
mother. She folded her arms under her medium-sized tits and glared disapprovingly.
"I'm sorry. I don't go for all this fucking stuff. You two need
to get back to your Service Club meeting." The sight was almost
comical because her pussy dripped with her own juices as a visual betrayal
of just how aroused she was.
Katherine joked, "But Service Club is all about service. Alan hasn't
serviced me nearly enough yet!" She rubbed Alan's now-flaccid penis
suggestively and imagined that her true mother, Susan, was the one standing
in front of her. Such a racy and erotic thought did wonders for her
own libido. She very much wanted her mother to watch. She had visions
of Susan crying, "It's so improper!" even as she looked down
on her children and frigged herself frantically.
"I'm sorry, kids," said Kim, "you two are only allowed
to fuck each other six times a day. Those are the rules!"
Both Katherine and Alan laughed a bit nervously, because
neither had yet told Kim of Alan's medical diagnosis of needing to orgasm
six times a day. Apparently Kim had picked the number out at random.
Katherine turned towards Alan lying beside her and said, "Wouldn't
it be delicious if Kim really was our mother instead, standing there
like that?" They both grinned widely.
Katherine reached behind herself and found his penis.
"What do you think Mom would think about this?" she said as
she guided it into her pussy, even while Kim watched her do this with
intense interest and longing.
Katherine then said to Kim as a way of explanation,
"We haven't really talked about it, but I think it's safe to say
that both Alan and I have fantasies about fucking our very fuckable
mother, Susan."
That statement came as quite a surprise to Alan - he
had no idea Katherine felt that way towards Susan. But now that he thought
about it he realized he shouldn't have been too surprised. He didn't
let the surprise distract him for too long, however, and continued to
slowly push his meat into her from behind.
"Now there's a fantasy I can get into," said Kim as she absent-mindedly
grabbed one of her nipples and gently twisted it. "I've seen her
at some school functions. I don't think anyone failed to notice her.
That woman is so stacked! With the way she looks, it seems bizarre that
she's just a housewife. I'm surprised she hasn't been kidnapped by a
rich Arab sheik or something, to add to his collection."
Alan naughtily suggested as he ran a hand over his sister's left breast,
"Well, if the Arab sheik isn't going to do it, maybe we should
kidnap her, and make her OUR sex slave." Thinking about his mother
made him think about tits, so he played with Katherine's.
Katherine added with a devilish smile, "Imagine her all tied up
and yelling, 'Help me! Help me get fucked by your big cock, Son!'"
She bucked up against his thrusting hips and added, "Just like
you're doing to me now, Big ICBM Brother."
"ICBM?"
"Intercontinental Ballistic Missile." She
giggled, as she said, "Or maybe Inter-cunt-inental Ball-slapping
Muff-stuffer. I'm not sure."
Alan laughed. "But you know, about Mom, it's like you read my mind."
He thrust himself into his sister's pussy forcefully some more. "How
did you know I've been having fantasies about her lately?"
"Bro, sometimes you're so thick. If you weren't having fantasies
about her until recently, then that made you the only one in town. It's
like we've got Jayne Mansfield for our mom."
"I guess I am a bit slow at times, Sis," he huffed and puffed.
"Hey, why'd you pick Jayne Mansfield of all people?"
"I was trying to think of a famous actress with really, really
big tits." She reached her hand up to her own tits. Diving between
Alan's mauling hands, she tweaked her own nipples. A shiver went down
her spine, which caused her body to shudder some and made her pussy
throb even as Alan continued to plow her slowly and deeply.
"Oh. Good point. Anyways, of course I'd never do anything with
her, since she's too nice, but imagine her coming to pick us up one
day, and finding the three of us in a three-way. And then instead of
getting mad, she rips off her clothes and joins in! I could imagine
that actually happening!" He felt obliged to belatedly add, "Of
course these are just fantasies - I would never really think these thoughts
of actually doing anything..."
Kim interrupted, "You two are getting me so hot again! How about
we trade moms? Mine's a dear, but she's really let her body go to pot.
Anyways, do you mind if I watch this time? I mean, since I kinda of
am already."
"Sweet Little Sis, you mind?" said Alan, "It's fine with
me."
"No prob, Big Hunky Brother. Pull up a chair, Kim, and imagine
him pounding into to you on Monday."
Kim smiled broadly. "I think you just might convert me from lesbianism.
But then Katherine is bound to convert me back all over again."
All three fucked and fingered for what seemed like an endless amount
of time. Alan worked on his fourth ejaculation and it seemed like he
could stay hard forever as he lazily fucked his sister on the bed. The
powerful scent of sex in the air grew even thicker with each passing
moment.
Kim sat in her chair
and worked on her own orgasms. Or at least she tried to sit in her chair.
Sometimes she would get so excited that she'd stand up and be practically
over them next to the bed while she furiously masturbated herself.
Alan was half-convinced that she would end up in bed
with them, and didn't exactly mind the prospect, but she restrained
herself. She knew that Alan was too nice to turn her away if she wanted
to join them, but also that it needed to really be Alan and Katherine's
time with each other.
She also grew more vocal as the afternoon went on and
acted more and more like the cheerleader she was.
"Come on, Alan! Fuck your sister's pussy!" Kim cried while
she frigged herself. "Show her how good you are, what a good brother
you are. Slip it in and fuck her hard! Fuck her deep! Take your big
bone and ram it into her. Plant your cock in her pussy!"
"That's what I'm doing already!" Alan cried
out in amused frustration. He and his sister had moved back into the
doggy-style position so that he could hammer into her more aggressively.
"Well keep doing it!" Kim yelled back. "Give her the
fucking of her life! Fuck her tight, steamy pussy with your monster
boner! Stick that bone! You're her brother - fuck it like you mean it!"
Kim liked to point out every few sentences how the two of them were
brother and sister, as if they didn't know that fact already. But that
encouragement helped keep everyone steamy hot.
At one point, Alan's energy flagged, and he had to
take a breather. Kim though, hopped up, ready to help. "Hey, I
am a cheerleader after all. I think you two could use some inspiration."
She disappeared for a minute and then came back with her pom-poms. Still
naked, she started jumping around, shaking the pom-poms. She made up
an improvised cheer:
Fuck her hard
Fuck her deep
Make her cum
And make her weep!
Alan and Katherine burst into laughter. Katherine in
particular got the "sillies" - she just couldn't stop laughing.
Kim's presence was most definitely appreciated.
The whole time Kim had been in the next room, she imagined that it was
her instead of Katherine getting fucked. She continued to think along
these lines: Katherine is so fucking lucky! Imagine having Alan as
a brother! And then Susan as a mother! Fuck! Insane! I never knew I
could get off on incest until these two came along. Now I'm soooo jealous.
Fuuuuccccck! Oh God! Fuck each other! Ah! Yeah! Fuck me!
Katherine began to have little orgasms until finally it all merged into
one massive orgasm for her. Just as she began to wildly buck under Alan,
he shot his hot seed deep into her vagina, stopped only by another condom.
Kim, too, came with them and staggered back into her chair.
Eventually they all shook out of their reverie. Kim looked around and
her eyes fell onto the clock. "It's been more than thirty minutes!"
she yelled in sudden agitation. "We're running late. And how am
I going to get these sheets cleaned up in time? I wasn't expecting a
lake of cum. Shit! I guess I'll have to start the washing machine right
now."
"Should we shower together?" Katherine asked her brother in
a sexy voice. They dripped with sweat and cum.
He replied, "That would be another amazing first, but I'm tot |