Chapitre 71: #26 Pussy, Pussy, Everywhere
Monday
I awoke Monday morning in my sister's bed, both of us naked, with me on my back and Diana half-thrown across the left side of my body. Her left arm lay across my chest, and she had hooked her left leg around mine, the heat of her pussy spreading across my thigh. What a way to wake up, yet my eyelids tried to stay shut. Despite my body trying to sink deeper into the bed, my morning wood still found the energy to pitch a tent before sunrise.
"Mmm," Diana mumbled when I turned toward her, poking her abdominals with the tip of my cock. "Go see Mom if you need a fuck"—she puckered her lips against mine between her words—"but come back to my bed when you're finished." She slid her left hand down my body, her fingers sliding around my cock in an underhand grip. "I've got plans for this beast at school today."
Another kiss from her landed on my lips, this one wetter than before, then I slid from her bed with my eyes half open. I grabbed my phone from her nightstand, checking the time. Abbey wouldn't be up for at least another hour. I unlocked my sister's bedroom door by the light of my phone, opened it with a soundless turning of the knob, and shuffled into the hallway, wearing nothing but my erection. I closed the door as quietly as I had opened it, then I walked down the hallway to my mother's room.
Speaking of mothers, I had spent Sunday morning and afternoon with Mrs. Nguyen, the petite, black-haired mother of Kevin, another wrestler on my team. She looked like Maggie Q, no more than forty-two years old, with a hard body that wasn't overly cut, long, swan-like limbs, and a waxed muff that had cooked my cock in a tiny and tight MILF oven that had sucked on my cock with all the force of a woman's hungry mouth.
Mrs. Nguyen had paid me for helping her seduce her son in the same way Prisha had paid me for getting her son between her legs. Mrs. Nguyen drank a little. I didn't, and I quickly learned this hottie enjoyed sucking a big, hard cock as sloppily as she could. Wet-wet-wet! She wouldn't let go. The only way I could get her smooth pussy in my mouth was to sixty-nine her lean little body. When she wasn't sucking my cock, her dream-like, playful drunkenness kept her reaching for my fuck-stick every chance she got. I didn't mind her enthusiasm one bit.
Some ass and pussy licking led to a standup doggy-style fuck, with her wearing a nearly see-through, knee-length house dress with long slits up the sides that started above her pantyless hips. I pulled the dress up her body, throwing the excess material onto her shoulders. I didn't fuck around as I grabbed my spit-soaked cock and poked her pussy hard with the tip, shoving my rod up her snatch in one long, cunny-widening thrust.
Mrs. Nguyen groaned as I opened her up, then whimpered and whined as I fucked her cute, cock-gripping cunt hard. When I had her panting and nearly out of breath, begging me to come, I left her small butt covered in my jizz. As my creamy seed rested on her little buns, I rubbed sticky nectar between her cheeks, between her legs, and anywhere else on her skin I could reach, using my cock as a paintbrush. She left her nearly see-through dress on after that fuck, even when her son had come back from wherever he had gone—playing pickup ball at the park, I think, I don't remember, don't care, neither.
It hadn't been hard to convince Kevin to jump into his bed with his mother. I think he had been hoping for it, maybe expecting it—Justin was one of his best friends. I stayed with the mother/son couple long past the moment we dropped a load of jizz on Mrs. Nguyen's face as Kevin stood right next to me, doing the same, his mom looking up at us with her tongue out and her small hands caressing our balls.
I spent Sunday night with Diana, telling her about every naughty thing Kevin and I made his mother do, from the double blowjob to spit-roasting the horny bitch. Now though, it was Monday morning, about five a.m. I pushed my mother's bedroom door open. I didn't bother with the lights as I closed her door with a soft clicking sound. Stepping carefully to her bed, I felt for the edge of her mattress, bumped it, then crawled onto it. The mattress creaked. Mom made a sound as she woke and welcomed me between the legs of her silky pajama pants.
Before long, I had my palms planted on either side of my mother's shoulders and my hips pressed against her naked inner thighs. Her pajama pants and silky, wet panties lay on the floor somewhere, though her button-up pajama shirt still covered her body. I rocked my hips forward and back, slipping my thick rod into the tightness of her bald pussy meat, her outer folds swelling wetly around my shaft—baking my cock in heat.
Mom moaned louder than I thought she would have with Abbey home, but if it didn't bother her, it didn't bother me. After we came, I slid my cock from her creamy snatch with a loud plop that made Mom laugh. I left her messy between her legs as I walked naked, but silently, back to Diana's room, opening the door as quietly as I could, and closing it the same way. I locked it before I eased myself back into my older sister's bed. Before I closed my eyes, Diana had draped herself over the left side of my body once again.
* * * * *
I was downstairs when Mom left for work. Diana and Abbey were upstairs, doing something in her room. I gave Mom a long tongue kiss goodbye, then went and made breakfast for Diana and Abbey—I hadn't seen much of my little sister since she had watched Diana kiss me last Friday. I didn't cook anything special, not that I could, just some scrambled eggs and French toast, Diana's favorite breakfast, which I was getting pretty good at making.
When they came downstairs, I had to clear my throat when I saw what she had done to Abbey. My tomboy sister wasn't wearing a cap this morning, nor was she dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. She was wearing a dress—a fucking dress! A little white sundress that buttoned down the front to the middle of her limber, coltish thighs. Two thin straps hung over her small shoulders, showing off her smooth muscles and surprising strength. Her short hair looked messy but stylish; its wild look was no accident. Pink blush and other colors brightened her skin and light freckles, and whatever eyeliner Diana had used on her brought out the blue of her eyes.
When Abbey saw me looking at her, she dropped her eyes to the floor and hurried to her chair, mumbling a quiet "Morning" to me that sounded a little breathy.
Diana came strolling in behind our little sister, wearing tight, black, camel-toe-showing yoga pants that clung to her lean legs and a long, tight sweater that would just hide her ass if she hadn't had it gathered around her waist at the moment. She strolled over to me, saying, "Morning, little brother," then leaned into me. Her puckered lips touched mine in a series of playful morning smooches that normal siblings would never share before she went to the table to eat her French toast.
I grabbed the glasses of ice-cold milk I had placed in the freezer for us and joined my sisters at the table. Abbey didn't look at me, but I could tell she wanted to beneath her crimson-flushed cheeks.
"Doesn't Abbey look pretty this morning?" Diana asked me as I sat down to eat. "If you think she does, you should tell her."
I looked at my smiling older sister. Her blue eyes sparkled with amusement. "You look very pretty this morning, Abbey," I said, my voice a little too cheery and friendly. Yet, even so, I saw Abbey's flat chest puff outward with a sudden, deep breath. "You're going to make a lot of girls jealous today."
"And a lot of boys nervous," Diana said, giving Abbey a puckered-lipped air kiss. "You are so much prettier than me. Aren't you going to say thank you to our brother?"
Abbey's cheeks reddened until I thought she was about to catch fire. She tried to say thank you, she really did, but she never managed to get the words out of her mouth.
The Fuck-Room
Lunchtime.
In the fuck-room.
In the drama theater—which now seemed to be where every female volleyball player in the school preferred to eat lunch—I had my sister facing the light bulb-lined mirrors where the actresses put on their makeup before a show. She had one hand on the counter and the other pressed hard against the mirror, bracing herself against my thrusting cock, her breath coming out in puffs of rough air every time my balls spanked her clit.
My sister had rolled her yoga pants beneath her butt the moment she entered the room, her round, muscular, and meaty cheeks seeming to explode from the pants. (Her ass did look better, hard as that was to believe, as if she were getting ready to start posting G-string butt shots on Instagram for a living.) Diana hadn't worn any panties to school. Beneath her sweater, she hadn't bothered with a shirt or bra, so it was the easiest thing in the world for me to run my hands up her abs, over her ribs, and cup her big, beautiful teen tits. I used them as handholds as I slid my honey-covered cock into the smallness of her pink pussy pie.
Lana, her Vietnamese/Polish friend with the black hair and natural blue eyes, her mixed features giving her an exotic flavor, was with us today—in the room. She didn't have a phone in her hand. After she watched us for the first five minutes of our fucking, I watched her in the mirror as she pulled off her sweater-shirt and pushed her half-bra down to her sternum, letting her big fucking breast mounds bulge freely from her chest. She walked to us, my eyes following her in the mirror.
"Look at me," Diana said, breathing hard as I pumped my dick through her juicy twat. "Keep looking—uh—into my fucking eyes." Her lower lip trembled as I touched her insides deep, pushing my knob into her soft guts. "Lana can do whatever she wants to you—whatever she wants—and don't you fucking come until I say you can. Understand?"
I swallowed the moisture in my mouth as I looked at my sister's reflection in the mirror. I met her eyes and nodded, saying, "I understand."
"Good boy," Lana said, slapping my ass, which lay exposed above my pants that I had dropped to the middle of my thighs. My shirt lay on the makeup station next to us.
Our lunch break was forty-five minutes long. Diana and Lana had their fifth period off. I didn't, so I didn't know what took place between them and the other two volleyball players that joined them in our fuck-room after I had left, but, for the remainder of lunch, I did my best not to come until my sister had given me permission.
It hadn't been easy.
Lana spent most of the next half hour kissing my back and shoulders, running her hands up and down my sides as she pressed her thick nippled, pink-tipped breasts into my back. She nibbled my shoulders, held my sides, and ran her hands over my ass. Lana reached between my legs from behind to massage my balls, using a firm caress that had me squirting precum into my sister's snatch with every wet stroke through Diana's narrow cunny channel. With ten minutes left till the bell, Lana's lips traveled over my hard ass cheeks. With five minutes left, her tongue found the crack of my ass. With one minute left, her tongue circled my rim. She spent the last thirty seconds of lunch French kissing my asshole as I gasped, sighed, and whimpered—my sack buzzing with the cum I needed to spray up my sister's snatch.
I barely broke eye contact with Diana during this time. The intensity in her eyes, her coy smiles, her wide-open lips as her cheeks turned pink, her moans, and her throbbing pussy walls were as hard to ignore as Lana toying with my body. It wasn't until Diana's third orgasm, with Lana's tongue buried up my asshole, that my sister panted, "Bust that nut in me, little brother. Give this pussy your cum."
A surge of pleasure rolled through my thighs, exploding outward with a body-shaking cry. My cum left me in one long river of jizz as soft, breathless "oh-oh-oh" moans left my lungs. I slid my cock up my sister's wet snatch to the balls, grinding my meat inside her while my jizz poured from me. My crotch was a wet mess of creamy pussy juice by the time lunch ended. Lucky for me, Diana always brought a towel or two into the fuck-room with us.
On my way to my next class, two of my sister's friends and varsity teammates, seniors, walked past me with a smile as I headed out of the room. Donna and Kimber were their names, white and black, tall and lean, with the kind of tight meat on their bodies that jiggled when they bounced up and down on the court. The funny-strange-awkward thing was that neither Lana nor my sister had bothered to get dressed. More of my sister's friends had gathered in the auditorium, smiling at me from the gallery as I left. Others laughed, and some said, "Goodbye, Timmy," drawing out my name and sounding like schoolgirls teasing people with a cry of "Ooh, we know who you like." Their voices sent goosebumps rising across my shoulders.
Later that year, I discovered that MILFs weren't the only women who preferred wrestlers, orgies, and incest to an ordinary sex life.
Tuesday
Diana took pity on me. Exhaustion had me by the balls. Wrestling practices are no joke, and fucking for hours every day can wear a young man and his dick out. Instead of spending our lunch in the fuck-room, my sister treated me to lunch at an off-campus place where many of our peers ate. By the way she looked at me from across the table while holding my hand, everyone had to know that my sister was in love with me. (My eyes kept darting around the hole-in-the-wall burger joint, but I didn't catch anyone staring at us.) Some guys gave me envious looks. Some girls gave Diana the same, but I never got the impression that anyone thought our brother/sister relationship was strange. Thank you, Pornhub?
That night, after practice, I wrestled with Abbey in the backward. Diana had bought her a pair of nylon workout shorts—pussy hugging booty shorts—that left the edges of my younger sister's butt exposed and a nylon sports bra that didn't quite cover the bottoms swells of the small bumps on her flat chest. We wrestled after Diana said maybe Abbey didn't have a boyfriend because she wasn't used to the feeling of a real man on top of her. While that made our little sister blush, she still grabbed me by the hand, dragging me into the backyard for a rough workout.
Mom, eating at the dining room table, watched Abbey pull me toward the backyard's sliding glass door. She looked at us with an unreadable expression that turned thoughtful. After a deep breath, she said, "Have fun," with a smile, then she went back to eating.
After Abbey went to bed that night, Diana told me, "Go kiss Mom goodnight, then come to bed with me." So I did, kissing my mother between her legs. Before turning off the lights in Diana's room, I did the same for my sister, only with her hands tied behind her back and a blindfold around her eyes. I licked her front and back, ate her cum, then went to sleep with her body half-thrown over my left side.
Wednesday
Another MILF day.
This time Mom and I went to dinner after practice with my teammate Gary and his thick, blonde mother, Michelle. Michelle drove. At dinner, our moms flirted with us; teased us—anyone watching probably thought we were on a double date. After, we drove to an ice cream shop on a hill. We ate our cones in Michelle's Ford Expedition at the far end of the parking lot beneath some trees, looking over the city lights through her tinted windows. Soft music played on her speakers. Sometime during the night, Mom spilled some ice cream between the open halves of her cotton tracksuit, the ice sliding down between her breasts.
"Timmy, baby," Mom whispered, her voice giving me goosebumps. "Would you clean Mommy up . . . with your tongue?"
Mom turned toward me (we were in the backseat) and slid my tongue between her tits. As the ice cream melted, I pushed her jacket open, finding her wearing a shelf bra that gave me easy access to her nipples. After taking one into my mouth, loud sucking filled the car.
"Mmm, isn't that a nice thing for a son to do to his mother?" Michelle whispered from the front.
It wasn't long before the four of us gave that Expedition's suspension a workout, with Michelle riding her son in the passenger seat and me fucking my mother in the middle seat. I had my mother's butt hanging off the seat, her body folded, and her ankles on my shoulders. Mom's nice, fat pussy lay squished between her thighs as I fed her my thickness, all lubed up from the honey between her thighs. Gary came first (quick and fast), but he got it up again through the magic of incest. That's what I thought when I heard his mother say, "Oh, god, you're still hard, baby." (There's something about incest that keeps a young man's boner as stiff as stone.)
Michelle still had to pay me for helping her get some family cock, so we swung by her house to drop her son off before heading back to the school to pick up Mom's car. (Gary was supposed to tell his father why his mother hadn't cooked dinner that night, though he had to find a better reason than "I was feeding Mom my meat.") I hope he came up with something good.
Back at the school, next to Mom's car, Mom sat next to us in Michelle's SUV as Michelle faced forward and rode my cock in the backseat. I sat in the center seat while Michelle held onto the front seats' shoulders, using them to help her ride my wet dick. Every minute or so, Mom would stop us, pull my cock from Michelle's pussy as Michelle half-stood in the SUV, her legs straining as Mom sucked my dick clean of her cunny juices, then Michelle would ride my dick for another minute, grunting from the effort. After Michelle and I came, Mom did something that surprised me—she pushed Michelle into the corner of the door and the seat and ate my cum out of the MILF's twat.
"I've never done this with a woman," Michelle panted, sounding panicked.
That got me hard enough to fuck my mother from behind as Michelle moaned out another orgasm.
At home, I wrestled with Abbey again at Abbey's insistence. She had been lying on the couch with Diana behind her, spoon fashion. I didn't even have time to shower. My little sister was more aggressive than usual that night, especially after my hand slipped once or twice across certain parts of her body that I had never touched before. (And my hands really had slipped. Thank god had I had gotten off twice that night already.)
Thursday
Diana and I were back in the fuck-room, enjoying our version of lunch. I was leaning against the vanity counter that ran around the room's walls. I had my ass and palms braced against the edge of the counter. My sister was on her knees behind me, kneeling on the counter, with Lana's phone in her hand, showing me pictures of her best friend in all her lewd, nude beauty. Lana, on the other hand, was on her knees in front of me with her half-Asian mouth bobbing up and down my long cock.
"She's a hot bitch, isn't she?" Diana whispered in my ear. "She has a warm little pussy, too, that's very small on the inside. She's all snug, little brother. So fucking snug."
"Mmm, um, mmm," Lana moaned as she gobbled down my cock. "Mmm!"
"Do you want to fuck my best friend, little brother?"
I moaned and said, "If you let me."
Diana bit my ear, rubbing her tits against my back. She had her shirt on, but she had pulled the front over her head and was now wearing it like a shrug sweater or a shawl. Lana had taken her shirt off before dropping down to her knees in front of me. Whenever she needed a breather, she'd pull her mouth from my cock with a wet plop and take several deep breaths. As she did this, she'd surround my cock with the two round pillows on her chest that she called tits and bounce her body up and down.
"Tell her," Diana whispered into my ear. "Tell her she's a sexy bitch."
"Ah, fuck," I moaned, looking down at Lana's head. She didn't look up at me. "You're a sexy bitch, Lana. Fuck—oh, fuck—I've always thought so."
"You ever jerk off to her?" Diana asked, licking my earlobe. "You ever beat your meat to my best friend's tasty pussy treat?"
"Yeah," I gasped.
"Did you think it would piss me off?" Diana whispered, kissing my ear.
"Yeah," I gasped.
My sister laughed, then whispered, "Would you fuck her hard and pretend that you were punishing me for being such a bitchy sister?"
I moaned, nodding my head.
"Good," Diana whispered, licking my lobe again.
"Mmm, mmm, mmm," Lana moaned, listening to us and sucking my dick harder as she rolled her tongue wetly around my glans.
Diana continued swiping left on Lana's screen, showing me pictures of Lana wearing a little T-shirt that barely covered her breasts and a bright white thong that stood out against the darker tone of her ass crack and outer pussy lips. She showed me pictures of her friend's asshole, the sexy crinkles, a stray hair that looked sexy as fuck on her otherwise smooth skin. In some, Lana wore cat ears and a tail that hung around her waist, no butt plug. In others, she had been tied up, blindfolded, ball-gagged, and had sound-dampening muffs over her ears.
"Jesus, Diana," I said, panting. "You took all of these?"
"Some," Diana whispered, kissing my neck. "Her uncle took the rest." She licked my earlobe. "Don't worry, little brother; I wasn't there for those. As long as you're a good boy for me, I promise your cock will be the only meat I feed my pussy when she's hungry."
"Diana," I gasped, shooting some precum down Lana's throat.
Diana swiped left again, only this time, instead of a half-dressed Lana showing off the soft swells of her labia, it was her tall and willowy younger-by-a-month cousin on the screen, wearing a schoolgirl uniform that looked a little too small for her. I didn't really know Vicki. I knew of her, but I had never talked to her.
"Oops," Diana whispered. "How'd that one get in there?" She kissed my ear. "You know, Abbey and Vicki are kinda friends."
Did I know that? I didn't think I did . . . did I?
She swiped left again. This time Vicki had her coat undone. She was looking into the camera with her big, innocent, half-Asian eyes. Her brown-blonde hair curved around her face in long strands with short bangs cutting across her forehead. "Oh, no, another one."
Lana cupped my balls, pulled her mouth from my cock, and flicked her tongue over my mushroom in a series of fast licks that left me panting. Her next move was to jerk me off, stopping to slap the underside of my glans against her tongue, then she took me into her mouth again—all the way down. Even a rough-throated, wet gag didn't stop her from circling her lips around the base of my prick.
Diana swiped left as Lana massaged my balls.
Vicki's white undershirt was undone and pulled open, revealing her light skin and the clasp of her white bra. She had undone the bra for the next picture. The cups had fallen away from her small tits, toward her arms, but her shirt still hid her breasts to their inner edges. Vicki had her hands on her pleated skirt; her fingers curled into the fabric as she stared into the camera with a nervous, self-conscious expression.
"Isn't she cute?" Diana asked. "She's eighteen now, so she's legal."
Lana sped up the pace of her cock sucking.
Diana swiped left and up went Vicki's schoolgirl skirt. A pair of black panties greeted my eyes, probably too sexy for the average high school senior to be wearing, but that didn't mean the high-on-the-hip riding lace between her thighs didn't make my cock hungry.
"She caught her uncle in Lana's room," my sister whispered, "fucking her cousin hard from behind while spanking her round butt red." A soft, hungry growl left my sister's lips. "Now, Vicki wants to know what it's like to be fucked and spanked and used till she's sore between her legs." My sister hugged me close. "It's a sexy feeling—I love it when you do it to me—and Vicki wants it so bad. Think she deserves it?"
"Fuck yeah," I moaned as Lana wrapped her lips around my glans in a tight, wet seal. She jerked me off with her right hand, massaged my balls with her left, doing everything in her power to make me come in her mouth right then in there.
In the next photo Diana had swiped to, Vicki had dropped her skirt back into place. I groaned, my sister laughed, and Lana caused a tingling hum to sing throughout my balls.
"Would you like to teach Vicki about sex, little brother?" Diana asked. "She wants to fuck her uncle, but she's nervous." My sister kissed my cheek. "Do you wanna fuck the anxiety out of her little pussy?" Diana dropped her free hand to my neck. "Maybe, if you can handle little virgin Vicki's teen pussy"—Diana lowered her voice to barely a whisper—"you can handle our little sister's pussy, too."
A light tingling tremor ran through my cock. Lana worked her mouth hard over my prick, panting—out of breath—her spit sliding down my shaft. Diana swiped left again, using her thumb as she squeezed my throat. She didn't choke me. She wasn't strong enough to cut off my airflow with one hand, but the effect she desired took place nonetheless. I came—hard—straight into her best friend's mouth. Lana pumped my cock's shaft with fast, sloppy-sounding strokes, squeezing me tight as I filled her mouth with my seed. Then, she slid her lips across my glans to capture the last of my cum as it dripped from my piss slit.
Diana unwrapped her arms from around me, saying, "Look at Lana." She pushed on my head, forcing me to stare down at her friend. Lana opened her mouth, showing me the deep pool of sticky jizz she had collected in her mouth, then she swallowed it all, smacking her lips for show as the cream slid down her throat.
"I won't make you fuck Vicki," my sister said. She set the phone down, placed her hands on my shoulders, and massaged me. "But if you do this favor for Lana on Saturday, I'll let you have Abbey." Diana dug her fingers into my muscles, making them throb. "I don't know if our sister wants to sleep with you, but I know she wants to kiss you, and we know what kisses lead to, don't we, little brother?"
I groaned as the weight of my sister's words bored into my mind.
"And, if you're worried," Diana whispered, "Mom has already told me that she's okay with you taking Abbey's virginity."
Ecstasy exploded throughout my body as I filled Lana's mouth with cum once again.
Friday
We had a league meet on Friday. We won, with our mothers cheering and going wild, the ones who had slept with their sons talking in small groups around the other mothers who listened to their every word. None of the fathers seemed to notice. I went home with my family that night, talked, ate, watched TV, and kept finding myself looking at Abbey. I looked at her so much that she finally looked at me and asked, "What are you staring at?"
"I don't know," I said, shrugging. "I don't know yet, but you look pretty tonight."
Her cheeks turned bright pink under her ballcap. I noticed through her pink-sleeved baseball shirt the sprouting of two very small, very hard nipples. After several minutes had passed, my little sister went upstairs and locked herself in her room.
I turned to Diana, who was sitting next to Mom on the couch, their eyes focused on Mom's tablet and whatever show they were planning on watching together. Diana looked up at me as if she could feel my eyes on her.
"Tell Lana I'll do it," I said.
"Do what?" Mom asked.
"I'll tell you later," Diana told her.
As I got up and headed upstairs, Diana called out to me. "Wait for me in my room, Timmy. I'll be up soon."
I thought Mom would say something, anything, but waiting to hear her speak didn't stop me from following my sister's orders. If Mom did say something, she waited until I was out of earshot. As I lay in Diana's bed, I thought, When did this get so out of hand?
Not long after, Diana joined me in her room, stripping naked at the door. As I looked at my sister's tall, lean, and perfectly blonde nude body, I thought, Oh, yeah, that's when, as my cock hardened for her.
Saturday
Saturday morning, we had a dual meet at another high school. We met at school and took a team bus to the event. I noticed everyone who sat near me had gotten a little help from me when it came to getting into their mother's panties, as well as two guys I hadn't helped yet. Judging by their newfound smugness, I was sure they wouldn't need my help anymore. As to why the rest of the mothers were waiting for me to help them out, I couldn't say. Maybe that was part of the fun. Everyone else sat away from us. It wasn't noticeable by sight alone, but I sensed a barrier between us that my teammates on the outside looking in couldn't wait to cross.
I'm the catalyst, I thought.
I won my match without a problem and headed to the locker room for a quick breather, where I met Tommy Long's mom, who watched me piss. Naomi was her name. She's a tall, slender, athletic, and beautifully brown MILF with creamy, smooth skin. She had short, curly black hair, manicured eyebrows, and was laser-smooth everywhere else. I don't know who watched the door or how they were able to make sure we had our privacy, but after fucking her in the shower—from the front, then from behind, then up her cute brown butthole through her spasming anal ring, and then down her throat, in that order—she panted, "You're going to help my boy see the light come Monday, right?"
"I'll do my best, Mrs. Long," I said, but after she gave a firm stare, I added, "By Tuesday, he'll be fucking you as hard as I fuck my mother."
"Good boy," she said, sealing our deal with one last tongue dance.
(I'm not going to lie, I loved my life during that moment . . . still do, but at that moment, I really loved my life.)
After a team ride back to school and talking to some of the team moms in the parking lot about helping their sons do some housework, I walked through my front door at about five in the evening with my mother behind me. Abbey and Diana were in the living room, watching TV. Abbey had an overnight bag sitting in the foyer, as did Mom.
"I need to shower and change," Mom said, talking to Abbey. "We'll be leaving around six, okay?"
"Okay," Abbey said, nodding.
"Where're you guys going?"
"Emily's," Abbey said, referring to Mom's youngest sister. "We're going to the movies tonight, and tomorrow we're doing some shopping or something."
"Why are you going?" I asked.
"Nina wants to learn how to skateboard." Abbey nodded in that smug, I'm-a-good-person kind of way since she was going to help our cousin out. "Since neither of you knows how to skateboard, I said I'd teach her."
"Aw, isn't Abbey so sweet?" Diana said.
Abbey hit her with a pillow.
Laughing, I went upstairs to change, having already showered at the tournament. Diana followed me into my room, closing the door behind her but not locking it. I looked at my bed before turning around, thinking, I'm never going to sleep in here again.
"Tonight is the night," I said. "Why are we doing it here?"
"Can't do it at Vicki's; her parents are home," she said. "Lana's parents are home too. I convinced Mom to get Abbey out of the house while you split Vicki's cherry in two."
"I see," I said as warmth flooded my groin.
"I'm sure you do."
"What time are they coming over?"
"Half-past six," Diana said. She bit her lower lip, smiling wide. "We're going to have ourselves a little party. Follow my lead, do as I say, and you'll be balls deep in virgin pussy before you know it."
"Doesn't Vicki know why she's coming over tonight?"
"Diana laughed."
"She, doesn't she?"
My sister reached behind her back and opened the door, sliding out of the room without turning around, her smile telling me that maybe Vicki knew I was going to fuck her tonight, and maybe she didn't.
Fucking Diana.
Vicki Comes to Visit
A gentle knocking rumbled through the front door at half-past six on the dot. I had changed into basketball shorts and a muscle-clinging workout shirt by then. Diana had put on a tummy-baring, white T-shirt and a pair of small, white cotton booty shorts. She jumped from the couch where we had been spooning, talking, and kissing when the knock came, her smooth, long legs skipping across the living room as though she were gliding.
In walked Lana, dressed in a tight-fitting black tank top that bared a sliver of her flat stomach and checkered pajama pants that clung to her butt yet stayed loose around her legs. "Hey," she said, coming inside and leading her cousin by the hand.
"Hey," I said, waving at them from the couch. I would have offered to take their bags, but they were each wearing backpacks.
"We'll be right back," Diana said, jumping in front of Vicki. She spread her arms and legs wide as though that could hide Vicki's jean-and-shirt-clad body from me.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"You can't see the bride before the wedding," Diana said, laughing. "But don't worry—little Vicki knows why she's here."
Thank god, I thought. It would be just like Diana to tell Vicki that we'd be fucking in a month, then surprise her with some first-time dick tonight.
"That's right, we're gonna get our fuck on tonight," Lana said, adding a shoulder-rolling dance to her words.
I saw Vicki's cheeks turn a dark shade of red as Diana hopped sideways alongside her until they reached the stairway.
I turned away, sighing.
"Go make us some drinks," Diana called down to me from the second-floor landing. "Shots! For all of us."
I went to the kitchen, wondering what kind of alcohol Vicki—pretty much a stranger to me, yet a friend of Abbey's—liked. As pervy as this was to admit, the fact that she was Abbey's friend and Abbey didn't know what I was going to do to her tonight had my cock thickening, the tingles of a full-fledged hard-on gearing up to crank my shaft to its maximum length.
I looked around, checking the bottles for their alcohol content. A bottle of Malibu Rum was what I settled on for Vicki while the rest of us got a shot of Grey Goose vodka. I carried the shots to the living, and since I had the time, I went back and grabbed the bottles.
I didn't know what to expect when my sister came back downstairs with her friends. Lana and Diana had gone upstairs in their lazy-day clothes, while Vicki had looked like she was planning to spend a day at the park. I didn't expect much, maybe some makeup at best, but the visions I laid my eyes upon when they came downstairs had my cock blasting off, hardening before Diana could reach the foyer.
My sister had dressed in a black, lacy shelf bra and a floss-like G-string that rode high on her hips. It had a narrow V of sheer lace covering her crotch, leaving her meatier outer labia exposed. The shelf bra left her breasts exposed, and her rock-hard, pink nipples looked a little red and wet, as if someone had had a taste of them upstairs. Thigh-high stockings covered her lean legs, while makeup had turned her young beauty into a mature version of the woman she was growing into. She smiled at me, laughed a little, probably knowing every thought that was going through my head. She blew me a little kiss, then nodded toward the top of the staircase.
Next came Lana. Her half-Asian beauty made my heartbeat jump. Sometimes, I wonder if Asian men—or women—see us white people in the same way. Something different, exotic, a treasure to put on their shelf to show off to their friends and brag about fucking later while assuring everyone, "No, it's not a fetish, I really like them—everything else is just a bonus." Lana had dressed in dark red lingerie, like rose-colored lipstick, matching my sister's outfit, though her thick-nippled breasts dominated her upper body.
"And here," Diana said once Lana stood next to her, "comes the bride." She laughed, looking at my expression. "Don't worry. We're not going to make you marry Vicki like some campy sitcom, but it'd be cute."
"If you say so," I said. (Goofy to girls was just embarrassing to me.)
"Trust me," Lana said, "you're going to love her." She looked upstairs. "Come on, Vicki, get your pretty little butt down here!"
Elder sisters, elder cousins, I thought. Bitches.
Vicki walked down the hallway, stopping at the top of the stairs. She looked at Lana, who gave her a nod, and Vicki spun her slender body around. Her lingerie was a little more modest, if no less provocative. She wore a sheer white dress made of lace and nylon that clung to her long, bendable body like a second skin. Shoulder straps connected to her lingerie's built-in bra cups. They had a floral design that continued down the front of her dress to the four-inch hem of her skirt that stopped just below her little pussy. The sheer band of fabric gave off the illusion of the light-skinned cunny beneath. Sheer panels clung to her sides down to her skirt, revealing no signs of her panty line. Those panels were broken by another flower design covering her back and cheeks, split by a thin strip of sheer fabric that ran down the center of her spine and along her butt crack. Long white gloves of satin covered her forearms, and sheer stockings that stopped just above her knees left her smooth, light-skinned thighs bare.
"Well?" Diana asked, looking at me. "It's like a wedding dress."
"Jesus, you look beautiful, Vicki," I managed to say after a quick pause to get my shit together. "Too beautiful for words."
A soft smile twitched on Vicki's red-painted lips as she walked downstairs. With each step, pink heat swirled beneath her smooth cheeks, fighting to get through the makeup brightening her face. Despite her accessories, there was one thing clear about Vicki: She looked as nervous as a virgin should look.
Lucky me, I thought.
Vicki reached the foyer, stopping behind her cousin and staying there. Diana laughed, then said, "We need some warm-up drinks. Hey, look, my brother was nice enough to pour them for us."
"Let's get this party started," Lana said.
And so we did.
* * * * *
Several shots later. . . .
"My first kiss. . . ." Vicki said in a soft, slurred whisper from across the coffee table, sitting on her knees. (She had switched to the vodka after her first shot of malibu.) "Was with my uncle."
"Which one," Lana asked, sitting to my left. "We have a few."
"You know who."
"But our friends don't," Lana said. "Tell us about it."
"Was it like this?" Diana asked, sitting on my right thigh and pressing against me, her tits just under my mouth. She leaned into me, touching her lips to mine. Their softness warmed my blood as she puckered them against me, making that soft, kissing sound. My sister didn't use her tongue, but each love nip lasted a decent amount of time.
"No," Vicki said, shaking her head. She had a shot glass half-full of vodka in front of her. "It wasn't as sexy as that."
Get a little alcohol in her, and she loosens up nicely, I thought, my silent words slurred from the three shots of Grey Goose I had taken. The alcohol had done nothing to soften my hard-on, which poked my sister in the back of her left thigh.
"What was it like?" Diana asked.
"Wet," Vicki said. "And fast. Awkward." She frowned. "I froze, even though I wanted him to kiss me. I mean, he's so hot, and we're family. . . ."
Her eyes shifted between Diana and me.
"Uncle Steve is hot," Lana said. "But my dad's hot too. You should kiss him."
"God, Lana," Vicki said, smiling and looking off to the side. "One uncle at a time."
"You're dad's hot, too," Lana said. "Very kissable."
"Shut up!" Vicki's face froze. "You haven't kissed him, have you?"
"No," Lana laughed, then added, "not yet," with a tease to her words.
"Hey, Vicki," Diana said, "do you want my brother to teach you how to kiss properly?"
Vicki looked at me with big, kitty cat eyes. She had her lips pressed together, curling inward. Then, when I thought she had forgotten how to speak, she nodded. "Yeah," she said in a soft voice. "Teach me."
"Atta girl," Lana said.
* * * * *
I had Vicki on my lap, sitting on my left thigh, my hard-on poking into her leg. Diana had slid down to the couch on my right side, and Lana had moved to the coffee table, her eyes watching us dead on. I ignored the other two girls, focusing on Vicki, who couldn't quite meet my eyes, even with the alcohol in her.
"You okay?" I whispered to her, pressing my forehead to hers. "We don't have to—"
"I want to," she said, nodding, pushing her leg against my cloth-covered knob. "I want to do it all with a guy . . . I can trust."
"You can trust my brother," Diana whispered, "with your pussy."
I wrapped my left arm around Vicki's waist, holding onto her side, her ribs beneath my fingers. The sheer nylon beneath my palm made my skin tingle. I lifted my right hand, cupping Vicki's chin with the side of my forefinger while pressing my thumb beneath her lip. I tilted her head upward, getting her to look at me. When our eyes made contact, I slid my thumb upward and across her lips, from the left corner to the right and back again.
"You have pretty lips," I whispered.
"Thank you," she said, her voice trembling.
"Do you know what boys think when they see these lips?" I asked, my heartbeat rising. God, please don't let me sound like a fool.
"Yeah," Vicki said. "I do."
"What do they think?"
"They want to stick their dicks between them," Vicki said, her voice softening with each word. She let out a long breath, her eyes shifting away from my gaze, though I held her chin in my direction.
"Oh," I said, trying not to smile. "I was going to say they wanted to kiss them."
Pink swirled through Vicki's cheeks. She smiled, shy and self-conscious, then I leaned toward her. Her eyes widened, then my lips pressed against hers, and she closed them. Gentle was the pressure I used on her. First, my lips, puckering them and pressing them to her soft, red-painted lines. Quickly, she picked up my rhythm. When I opened my lips, she followed. We slid them together, our heads turning, my heartbeat rising as her breasts rose and fell at a harder pace. Little by little, I pushed my tongue into her mouth, the tip first, finding the tip of her tongue, waking it, dancing with it—caressing it in a soft, silky way that made her whimper and tremble against me.
"That's it," Diana said. "That's hot."
"So sexy," Lana whispered.
"You've kissed other people since your uncle," I said, breaking away for a moment.
"Just girls."
We continued kissing until sometime later, Diana whispered, "Hey, Vicki, would you like to kiss my brother's dick?"
* * * * *
Their positions had changed again. I sat in the middle of the couch, naked, with Diana to my right and Lana to my left. Little Vicki, still in her wedding lingerie, knelt between my legs with her hands on my knees and her slender body pressed against the couch. She had already pulled my shirt and shorts from my body, each one slower than the last. My boxer briefs came last. The surprised widening of her eyes and opening of her mouth as my big dick came free, spilling precum, had made my sack prickle with excitement. It took everything I had not to come at that moment.
"Now that's a cock," Lana said. "A big fucking cock, Vicki. You'll be able to handle anyone after this."
"Mm-hmm," Diana said, smiling, her body wiggling as she rubbed her right hand along my inner thigh. Her touch sent tingles across my skin. "So big. So yummy. And all that meat is yours, Vicki."
Vicki, glassy-eyed on alcohol, took a deep breath. Her eyes seemed to widen further as she listened to the other girls. She looked up at her cousin, who nodded, urging her on and biting her lower lip.
"Aw, she's shy," Diana teased. "Lana, why don't you show little cousin here how my brother likes his cock sucked."
I kept quiet, my heart racing. Follow Diana's lead, I told myself. That's all I have to do. And somewhere, in the back of my mind, premonitions of Lana, her cousin, and my sister kissing, licking, sixty-nining, and bumping clams together danced in my head.
Lana lowered her mouth to my prick. Diana palmed my balls, rolling them with a gentle touch as she looked at Vicki and nodded her head. Vicki swallowed as Lana's tongue licked the shiny precum from the tip of my dick. I shuddered. Vicki moved her hands up my thighs, stopped halfway, went back down, then up again, each time a little higher as she stared at her cousin's tongue swirling around my glans.
"Mmm, yeah," I moan-sighed as Lana opened her crimson lips wide around my knob. Spit touched my spongy skin, bathing me in warmth, then her tongue rolled around my mushroom tip as it lay within her wet mouth. "Fuck yeah."
"See," Diana whispered, lowering her head to my cock. "That's all a dick wants—some love." She licked my shaft as her friend sucked on the head of my cock. "Kiss my brother's thighs, Vicki. He likes that."
Lana pulled her mouth from my cock. Diana took her place as Lana whispered encouragement to her cousin. "See how he shakes, Vicki. See his goosebumps. Listen to him moan—that's because of you." With each syllable that left her mouth, Vicki's hands moved higher on my thighs, as did her lips. "Kiss him, don't be afraid. Lick him, mmm, that's my sexy little cousin. You're so fucking hot, Vicki. So sexy. That's it, kiss his balls like a naughty girl. Lick them. Lick his shaft. Good girl, baby. Grab his cock. Stroke whatever meat Diana doesn't swallow. That's it. Stroke it, baby. Oh, fuck, I'm getting so wet because of you. Getting wet to my own sexy cousin. Mmm, that's it, take Diana's place. Taste his precum. Taste it, taste it, good girl. Good fucking girl. Now his knob. Take his knob and. . . ."
Vicki did a good job. Fuck that; she did a great job. She gagged a bit. She slobbered on my dick. She drooled. She played with my balls and licked my crown, sucking down the precum as it spurted from my cum-hole. The sexy virgin wore a cautious, thoughtful expression before her first taste of precum, but she blinked right after, looking up at me as if discovering the taste of chocolate for the first time. Then, she went after my cock as though it were cotton candy.
As she focused her mouth on my glans, jerking me off with two hands at the same time, the tingling in my thighs radiated outward. I shook as pleasure coursed through my limbs, riding my body upward until my heartbeat went into overdrive. A chill hit me, then came the moans. "Uh, uh, uh, fuck, uh, Vicki, fuck. You sexy little bitch."
That word slipped out of me, but it seemed to do the trick for Vicki. She sucked my big dick harder, tightening her grip on my shaft as though it could save her from drowning. As she drank from my cock, Lana and Diana pressed their lips to me; my neck, my cheeks, my jaw, my lips, my chest, and nipples, devouring me as Vicki's sweet mouth pushed me over the edge of pleasure into an ocean of bliss.
"Fuck, fuck, oh, fuck!" I gasped, forgetting to warn Vicki that I was about to unload a river of cum into her mouth.
"Oh," she gasped, the head of my cock muffling her surprised cry. Despite the shock, she didn't remove her lips from my corona. "Mmm, mmm, mmm!" She buckled down, drinking down my cum with an excitement that kept me hard as a rock throughout my orgasm.
"Now, Vicki," Diana whispered as the virgin caught her breath, "it's time for my brother to return the favor."
* * * * *
We moved upstairs to Mom's room—to her big, fluffy bed with the white, down comforter and soft pillows. Diana and Lana had their phones out, moving on and off the bed, capturing Vicki and me at different angles and distances. But they didn't matter at the moment, not to me. I was between Vicki's slender thighs, staring down at one of the loveliest, pale white pussies I had ever seen.
Vicki still wore her lingerie, dress, stockings, and lacey gloves. I had pushed the dress above her waist, but only after kissing her sweet bald beaver through the sheer nylon that couldn't hide her light pink slit. She lay on her back, with her head and shoulders on a pillow, looking down at me as I hovered above her pussy, memorizing the sight of her virgin cunny.
Between Vicki's long legs lay a soft little pie with a hint of plumpness. Her outer lips swelled over her inner, creating a soft crease that hid her clitoral hood when her legs were together. Now, as she lay on her back with her legs open, the seam of her inner lips lay spread, holding a thick white gloss of cream between them. Her tiny pussyhole looked too small for my cock. Its pink, yummy, bubblegum-like texture made my mouth water. I dipped my head, pressing my nose against her hairless hole, then rubbed it up and down her slit as she whimpered. I inhaled, pulling her thick, musky pussy scent into my lungs. Her little muff was so fresh that it made my world swoon.
"Oh, whoa," Vicki gasped, her voice a rush of nervous energy as I pressed my tongue between her tender teen folds. "God!"
I licked upward through her slit, stopping at her clit where I pressed down on her little, light-skinned nub.
"Jesus!" she gasped.
I tilted my head to the right, fastening my lips around her pink clitty and hood, and I sucked her wet sail into my mouth.
"Mmm, nuh, huh," she panted as I wet her entire pussy with my slippery drool. There wasn't a dry spot left on her twat by the time I feathered her pussy lips open with my right forefinger. My left hand went beneath her right leg, circled upward, and landed on her hairless mound. My fingers pointed to her left, but my thumb went straight down and caressed the velvety flesh of her shiny pearl.
"Oh, fuck," Vicki moaned, trembling as I eased my finger into her pussy, the tightness of her hole sucking at my digit. She dropped her head back, crying out as she thrust her hips upward, impaling her virginity onto my finger. "Ooh, ooh, ooh."
"That's it, baby," Lana whispered. "Take that finger up your cunt."
"Get her good and wet, little brother," Diana said, bringing her phone in for a close-up of Vicki's throbbing muff. "You'll need her pussy soaking wet if you want to get your big dick through her little opening."
I did my best, licking and stroking Vicki's pussy. Kissing her soft folds, spreading her lips, tasting her pink, and dipping my tongue as far into her creamy center as I could. She took one finger with difficulty; the second one had to fight to get inside her, despite the honey dripping from between her lips. As I rubbed her pleasure nub, I turned my right palm upward and caressed her G-spot with my fingertips.
"Oh my god," Vicki whined.
That was all Vicki could take. She locked her legs around my head as her body tensed from top to bottom. From her pussy came a flood of tasty, silky cream that I ate up, my tongue ever moving around my fingers. As her orgasm shook her body, she cried out, her sounds of bliss filling the room as her soaking wet cunny made a mess on my face, fingers, down the crack of her ass, and finally on my mother's comforter. As Vicki settled down, I held her ass in my hands, lifting her high enough off the bed to get my tongue on her butthole so I could lick up the rest of her cum from her body. She came again as I rimmed her. After Vicki had caught her breath, it was time to move on. . . .
* * * * *
Vicki lay beneath me, staring wide-eyed at my cock as it jutted over her small pussy and hairless mound, sticking up past her narrow waistline. I hadn't taken off her lingerie yet—I didn't want to. I had pulled her dress' straps down her shoulders so that they hung around her arms, which let me pull her bra beneath her peach-sized tits. Their perky roundness and peach-colored nipples lay slick with my spit; her puckered nubs were even tighter now that I had had my teeth on them—pulling and pinching them while I coned her breasts into my mouth.
"You ready?" I asked Vicki, stroking my cock with my right hand as I held her pussy in my left, the tip of my middle finger rubbing her asshole.
"Yeah," Vicki said in a breathless whisper, nodding her head. "I'm ready."
"Fuck yeah, she's ready," Lana said, standing next to her cousin with her phone pointed down at Vicki's face, ready to video her reaction to getting filled with her first meat injection.
"That pussy between her thighs is so wet," Diana said, standing on her knees next to us with her camera pointed at Vicki's virgin twat. "Look how juicy and fat her cunny looks right now after she came."
I groaned—these two bitches' words had my mind buzzing. I pulled my hand from Vicki's pussy, hating to let it go as I moved as close to her as I could while still being able to get my cock into her. I pressed the underside of my knob against her mound, our sexes slick with her cum and my spit. Rubbing her little slope made her pant. When I forced my crown down her clitoral hood and against her clit, she squirmed, whimpering as I gave her fleshy sail another rubdown.
"Oh, mmm, umm," Vicki moaned. "Mmm, fuck."
"God, my pussy is so fucking creamy," Diana whispered, getting everything on her phone.
"Mine's dripping," Lana said, her voice throaty as she looked down at her cousin's face. "You look so good, Vicki. So fucking sexy. So hot." After tonight, Vicki's uncle was going to be one lucky man—luckier than before, anyway. "You're so fucking hot, Vicki."
Lana wasn't wrong about her cousin. The soft muffin between Vicki's thighs had turned pink from the heat running through her veins. Her dewy juices warmed my knob as I slid my tip through her little pussy lips. I found her virgin hole, nudged it a little, and watched it sink inward. Vicki made a sound, grimaced, her pussy fighting my girth as it slowly spread open for me. I eased up on her snatch, my glistening head resting at her front door. Taking a deep breath to settle my racing heart, I eased my cock against Vicki's pussy again, already feeling the tightness of her little cunny as her lips rolled slowly over my glans.
"Ah, ooh, ah," Vicki panted, no longer looking down. She lay back, her hands on the comforter, her white-knuckled fingers clawing at the fabric beneath her body.
The little pussy beneath my knob gave way, pushing inward from the pressure my hard-as-steel cock forced upon it. My dick was too hard to bend from her tightness, and despite the juices glistening across my rod and the creaminess coating Vicki's little hot slot, it was like trying to punch my way through soft velvet just to get my head inside her. When I managed to force the head of my prick into her body, stretching her pink opening wide, Vicki uttered a surprised "Ah-uh!" that set my body tingling.
"Yeah," Lana whispered. "Tear her little pussy up."
"Oh, yeah," I sighed, falling forward onto my palms. I pushed my knees back, spreading them frog-wise as I held my body above Vicki. I lowered my mouth to her tits, sucking one perky bump into my mouth and then the other, then kissing my way to her neck. Her sexy fuck pocket squirmed on my cock as I continued upward, finding her lips and sliding my tongue into her mouth. Our wet, velvet muscles slid together, tasting each other, licking each other as I pumped the head of my dick in and out of her teen pussy—getting a little deeper into her wetness each time.
"Uh, uh, uh," Vicki moaned as inch after inch of thick, meaty cock flesh sank into her. "Uh, ooh, uh, mmm—uh-huh!"
I eased up on her twat, giving her insides a quick break, then I went back in, sliding through her sticky wetness and stretching her tight pussy lips to the tearing point. If I wasn't careful, I really was going to tear her pussy apart.
"You okay, baby?" I whispered in her ear as I swiveled my hips in a circle, poking her muffin from different angles. "Your little pussy feeling good, baby girl?"
Vicki let go of the bed and grabbed my wrists, her elbows near her ribs. "Yeah, yeah, oh, yeah," she moaned, massaging her face against my neck. I pulled out and pushed in, turning my hips in a circle as I moaned in her ear. My sounds of pleasure ignited something in her because she locked her legs around my back, crossing her ankles as she tried to pull me deep into her soothing body.
I let her.
A sound somewhere between pain and heavenly bliss left her lungs, and then she came. She sounded surprised as her body shook beneath me, and her pussy walls rippled around my shaft. The massage was almost too much for me to take, but I fought down my orgasm as I sank my cock into her softness down to my balls, not stopping until I had my log buried deep within her warm guts.
"Oh, god," I moaned in her ear as bliss-filled vibrations radiated from my cock, balls, and thighs. "Your pussy is so fucking hot, baby. So soft and tight. So fucking wet."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," she panted, doing her best to fuck herself onto my dick using her legs.
"Come on," Lana pouted. "Now that you've popped my cousin's cherry, you need to break her in good. Work that cute pussy hard."
"Yeah," Diana said, putting one hand on my ass. She slid that hand between my legs, taking hold of my balls, caressing them. She massaged them, rolled them, made them tingle, then gave them a soft tug that made my hairs stand on end. "Fuck that pussy good, little brother. Give her a workout she'll never forget."
Moaning, groaning, and on the verge of coming, there was no way that I could say no to my sister. I gave that little girl's pussy a pounding that left her hyperventilating. The only thing that saved her was my hot cum splattering the insides of her dripping wet pussy.
* * * * *
The rest of the night turned into a drunken blur. Diana had me peel off her and Lana's panties, and I finally got my cock into my sister's best friend after eating them out. That was a very naughty, nasty, and wet little ride that I'm lucky enough to say has continued since this entry. (Lana may be fucking her uncle, but she's not in love with him.) Maybe I'll go into detail about that experience in a later entry, or maybe not. I've had so much pussy thrown my way that it's hard to get it all down. I did get to see my sister bump clams with Lana. It happened after Vicki regained her breath.
"Turn her over," Diana said to me. "This girl needs to know what it's like to be on all fours for a man, open and helpless against his dick."
"You've been reading dirty stories," Lana said.
Diana laughed.
"On your tummy," Lana told Vicki. "But first, take your dress off."
With Vicki on all fours in front of me, still in her stockings and gloves, Diana and Lana took turns sucking me back to hardness. As Lana guided my knob into her cousin's dewy slot, Diana laid her right cheek on Vicki's lower back, mouth above her crack. After every half dozen strokes, Lana would pull my cock from her cousin's twat and feed my wet meat into my sister's mouth. When the serious fucking started, Diana pulled Lana to her side of the bed.
While whimpers and whines left Vicki's lungs, and her pussy lips clung to my cock, opening in a rounded oval, Lana and my sister sat next to us, spread their legs, then pushed their little pussies together. As I fucked Vicki's snatch to the slippery-wet sounds that only a really horny pussy can create, Lana and my sister ground their cunnies together while rubbing their own clitties then they'd switch, taking turns to pleasure each other before lying back and diddling their own clits again while rubbing their pussies together in circles.
Moaning, I grabbed onto Vicki's sides, right above her waist, and pumped her juicy pussy back and forth on my dick. She hung her head, grunting as I hit bottom, then uttering high pitch squeals when I sped up my cock-strokes.
As her pussy gushed cream and her squeals turned to breathless whines, Lana and my sister came, followed by Vicki. I fucked her hard through her orgasm, getting my balls tingling and my knob ultra-sensitive. Just as I was ready to come, I pulled my prick from her snatch with a wet plop, turned to Lana and my sister, and sprayed their still-touching cunnies with my jizz, moaning and gasping as I jerked my pussy-juice-soaked dick as fast as I could.
"You fucking pervert," Diana said, laughing and slapping my ass. "Coming on us. Now you made my pussy all messy."
Lana laughed.
Before I could offer to clean them up, Diana rose onto her hand and knees, facing away from Lana, and shuffled backward until her muff hung over Lana's face.
"We'll clean it up this time," Diana said, bending her head to her friend's slit, "but you're gonna have to soap us up in the shower later."
"I can do that," I said, pulling a huffing-and-puffing Vicki onto her side and spooning her mostly naked body.
It was a hell of a night, but in a life as crazy as mine, there was always another crazy adventure waiting to top it, thanks to my older sister.
Timmy out.
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