Wet Baby Doll
by Unknown 


FOREWORD 

"Ellen, take your nightgown off." 

Without a word, I obeyed. I stood up, slipped off my nightgown, and quickly 
got into bed with my sister. Instantly, our lips met and our arms wrapped 
around one another in a loving and tender embrace. I was slightly shocked 
when our tongues made contact, but neither of us pulled away. In fact, we 
lay there in the darkness trying to get even closer. Our tongues flicked in 
and out of each other's mouth; licking, sucking, probing. She would insert 
her tongue into my mouth as far as she could put it, and wiggle it around, 
and then pull out. Then, I would do the same to her. I had heard the 
expression "swapping tongues" before, and I thought it was a gross 
expression, but here I was, doing it with Sheila, and it was the most 
fantastic experience of my life! 

I broke away and whispered, "Sheila, I love you so much." 

"I love you too, Ellen." 

"Your body is beautiful." 

"So is yours," she replied sweetly. My sister was now running her hands all 
over my body, driving me crazy with pleasure. It felt so much better than my 
own hands exploring my own body. 


CHAPTER ONE 

I always thought of myself as the ugly duckling. My sister was the beautiful 
one, with long blonde hair, a perfect oval face, and a body that would make 
any model envious. Being a year older than myself, my sister Sheila always 
got to do things first, so I got my education from her. 

For instance, Sheila was the first to wear a bra, the first to wear makeup, 
the first to go out on a date, the first to start her menstrual cycle, the 
first to drive a car, etc. I would question her for hours about these events 
in our lives, and if Sheila was in a good mood, she would patiently educate 
me. But, I was the first to educate her about sex! Yes, it took her little 
sister Ellen (that's me), the ugly duckling, to teach her how wonderful it 
felt when someone else touched her body. 

Sheila didn't have really big tits at fourteen, but they were well on the 
way to becoming one of her pride and joys of life, while mine were just 
starting to poke out a little. Because we slept in the same bedroom, I got 
to look at her body all the time. She slept nude, and always teased me about 
being a prude because I wore a nightgown. 

One night we were getting ready for bed. I had already showered and was 
waiting for her to come in from the bathroom before turning off the lights. 
I was sneaking a peek at her borrowed copy of Playboy which she borrowed 
from a friend at school. 

"Ellen, I told you to keep your hands off that book." 

"Why, what's the big deal?" I pouted. "Afraid I'm going to see some tits 
bigger than yours?" 

"They're all bigger than yours Ellen." 

Sheila always had a come-back for everything. She never let me have the 
upper hand, or the last word. She came over to my bed, took the magazine out 
of my hand, tossed it under her bed, and sat there naked (as usual), drying 
her hair. 

"How big do you think your tits will get?" I blurted out. 

"What a dumb question. How do I know?" 

"How big do you want them to get?" 

"I never thought about it." She was pretending to be annoyed, but I knew 
better. Sheila always liked it when she was the center of attention, but she 
had to pretend that the subject shouldn't be pursued. "What's with you 
tonight anyway?" 

"Guys like big boobs, that's all. I'm just wondering how popular you're 
going to be." 

"Come on Ellen, what you're really wondering is how big yours are going to 
get, right?" 

"Ya, that too. Becky can get any guy she wants with her balloons, and she's 
not even pretty." Becky was in my class at school, and she did have enormous 
tits probably the largest in school, and larger than any of our teachers. 
Becky always wore tight fitting blouses and sweaters, and the guys were 
always freaking out over her. Becky was an early bloomer, and the size of 
her tits made her look a lot older than fourteen. 

"I hear any guy can get Becky, too." Sheila never tried to hide her dislike 
of Becky, so I wasn't sure if this statement was true, or if she was just 
cutting Becky down. 

"Does she go all the way?" 

"That's what I hear, and it's probably true the way she flaunts around and 
flirts." 

I had to confess, "Well, I wouldn't mind having a set like hers. 

Sheila laughed, and teased me by saying, "Do you think you could handle them 
if you had them?" 

"It would be fun trying," I shot back. 

She finished drying her hair, threw the towel on the floor, and crawled into 
bed, naked as usual. She reached over and put out the light, and said, "Good 
night, Ellen." 

I guess it must have been the magazine that got me so worked up, but I still 
had a lot of questions about my body, and other women's bodies. I wasn't 
ready to go to sleep, so didn't say 'good night' in return. Instead, I sat 
up in bed, and turned in the darkness towards Sheila, and asked, "Do you 
think I'll be as beautiful as you someday?" This was the first time I can 
remember that I admitted to her that I thought she was more attractive. She 
must have been flattered because she returned the compliment. 

"Ellen, you're very pretty now, and of course you're going to get even 
prettier. We both are." 

I slipped out of bed, and went over and sat on the edge of my sister's bed. 

"Sheila, do you really mean it, that I'm pretty?" 

"Of course I do, dummy." She said it with so much affection and sincerity. I 
was truly touched, because we didn't compliment each other that much. 

"I wish I was a beautiful as you, not just pretty. 

"You are Ellen, in your own way. You're just as beautiful in your own way. 
You're just in too much of a hurry to grow up. Don't worry, they'll grow." 

I couldn't see her too well in the dark, but I knew she was smiling. Her 
voice gave her away. At this moment I felt closer to my sister than I ever 
had. I could talk to her about anything, and I knew she would understand. 
But at that moment, I wanted to do more than just talk. I wanted to reach 
out to her, to touch her, to be physically close to her. 

"Can I touch yours?" I asked. 

My heart was pounding from fear that she would call me dirty names, or worse 
yet, tell our parents what I asked. Sheila had never betrayed me before, but 
neither had I ever asked her such a question. I could feel my face turning 
red, and swore I would die right there on the spot if she said no. 

Sheila didn't say anything. In the darkness I could just faintly see her 
lower the sheet. She was laying on her back. She reached out and took my 
hand, and placed it on one of her tits. Her tit was warm and very firm under 
my hand. My heart was pounding with excitement. 

The room was very quiet. Neither of us said a word as I slowly got the 
courage to massage the breast and the big nipple. As I did so, I could feel 
her nipple harden. I moved my other hand to her chest, and began to gently 
rub and caress both tits at the same time. Sheila was moving and moaning 
slightly under my tender touch, obviously enjoying my exploratory touching 
as much as I was. 

Of course, it was only a matter of minutes before I got a little braver and 
began to massage down to her stomach, and back up to her tits. This action 
really started to turn her on. She moaned, and said in a low whisper, "Don't 
stop baby, it feels so good. Do you like them, really?" 

"Yes, they're beautiful," I whispered, and as if to prove I meant what I 
said, I bowed my head and kissed her right tit and then instinctively put 
the nipple in my mouth and sucked on it. All the while I was still 
manipulating her other tit, and massaging her stomach. My hand went up and 
down, back and forth, from her tit to her stomach, as I sucked on the other 
mound. 

Sheila was going crazy with delight under my mouth and hands. I was going 
crazy with pleasure, too. This was my sister! My beautiful sister, and I 
loved her more than anyone in the world. She was laying there letting me 
explore her body and enjoying every second of it, as much as I was. She 
wasn't calling me dirty names as I had feared she might. 

Because she was enjoying my sucking and rubbing so much, I got braver. Each 
time my hand went down to her stomach, it went down an inch or two lower 
towards her pubic hair. I now wanted to feel and explore all of her, and I 
was asking with my hands. I didn't dare ask her outright. 

Sheila's answer to my unasked question was an upwards thrust of her hips 
each time my hand approached the target zone. After several such passes, my 
fingers finally found her patch of soft curly hair, and stayed there 
fondling and rubbing only an inch above her hole covered with hair. 

I guess the agony was too much for Sheila, because she reached down, grasped 
my hand, and pushed it down to cover her pussy. Her hips were raised as high 
as she could get them, and she was still moaning with pleasure. My mouth was 
still sucking on her tit when my fingers found her hold and started to 
gently explore it. I was in another world. Sheila's voice brought me back to 
life. 

"Ellen, take your nightgown off." 

Without a word, I obeyed. I stood up, slipped off my nightgown, and quickly 
got into bed with my sister. Instantly, our lips met and our arms wrapped 
around one another in a loving and tender embrace. I was slightly shocked 
when our tongues made contact, but neither of us pulled away. In fact, we 
lay there in the darkness trying to get even closer. Our tongues flicked in 
and out of each other's mouth; licking, sucking, probing. She would insert 
her tongue into my mouth as far as she could put it, and wiggle it around, 
and then pull out. Then, I would do the same to her. I had heard the 
expression "swapping tongues" before, and I thought it was a gross 
expression, but here I was, doing it with 

Sheila, and it was the most fantastic experience of my life! 

I broke away and whispered, "Sheila, I love you so much." 

"I love you too, Ellen." 

"Your body is beautiful." 

"So is yours," she replied sweetly. My sister was now running her hands all 
over my body, driving me crazy with pleasure. It felt so much better than my 
own hands exploring my own body. I had never had any previous experience in 
making love to someone, but everything seemed to come so natural. I didn't 
need an instruction book. Instinctively I picked up on the techniques that 
pleased her as I explored, kissed, and manipulated her body. The more she 
showed pleasure, the hotter I got, the braver I got. , Without a word being 
said, I broke away from our embrace, and rolled Sheila onto her back. I 
started to kiss and lick her face, then her neck, and worked down to her 
tits with the hard nipples. I was kneeling between her outstretched legs, 
with one hand darting in and out of her cunt while the other was moving up 
and down her firm young body. My tongue continued moving like crazy on her 
tits, concentrating on her nipples which by now were firm and heaving up and 
down. At times she would try to push a tit all the way in my mouth, but of 
course they were too big. 

"Oh, Ellen, Ellen, Ellen," she moaned, rocking her head from side to side, 
and slowly moving her hips up and down, to meet each thrust of my finger 
into her body. My now I had two fingers jerking in and out of her hot wet 
pussy, and my mouth was moving from her chest down to her stomach, licking 
every inch of the smooth firm flesh. As I was licking her stomach, I pulled 
my hand out of her hole and grabbed both tits and gently squeezed the 
nipples. When I did that, she pleaded, "Baby, don't stop, please don't stop, 
it feels so good." 

I didn't know what she meant. Don't stop what? Playing with her tits, or 
don't stop finger fucking her? So, I came right out and asked, "Don't stop 
what? Tell me what you want, I'll do anything for you." 

"My pussy. Play with it some more," she pleaded. 

I had an uncontrollable urge to lick her box, and had been thinking about 
it, but again, the nagging feeling that my sister wouldn't approve held me 
back. My hand down there was one thing, but my mouth was quite another. I 
had joined in with my girlfriends and laughed and joked about cunt lapping 
and cunt licking, but it was always talked about in an unnatural way, a 
dirty way. Now here I was, kneeling between the legs of my hot and horny 
sister who was begging me to finger fuck her some more, and I wanted to 
tongue fuck her instead. 

Suddenly, the thought of eating pussy wasn't repulsive, it was natural and 
beautiful. 

I threw caution to the wind, and quickly planted my mouth firmly on her 
cunt, and started licking it with a frenzied passion of love and lust. I had 
a combination of hair, flesh, and warm sticky juices in my mouth. I was 
startled and amazed with this new and unusual taste, but I instantly loved 
the natural body juices flowing from her beautiful body. I wasn't ashamed a 
bit, and didn't give the act a second thought once I got my face and tongue 
in there. It seemed the natural place to be. 

And, I didn't have to worry about Sheila not approving of my actions, for 
she was moaning and groaning like crazy. Her hands were on my head, and she 
was holding my head between her legs as if she was afraid I'd change my 
mind. At the same time her hips thrust upwards, grinding her cunt into my 
hungry mouth, squealing with obvious delight and pleasure. She removed one 
hand from my bobbing head, and maneuvered her body around so she could poke 
a finger into my hole while I slurped at her juices. 

First she shoved one finger in my tight hole, and then another, and began to 
rapidly move them all around, in and out, until I too had a slippery wet 
box. Masturbation never felt so good! I had secretly put my fingers and many 
other objects in my pussy many times, but the feeling of her fingers were so 
much better than my own. 

When my tongue found her hard little clit, and stayed there lapping at it, 
Sheila squirmed and exclaimed, "Oh, my god, oh, my god!" And then it was if 
someone had turned on a faucet. Her climax was powerful, and her body heaved 
violently as her cum poured out of her and into my mouth and onto my face. 
She jerked her body, moaned, squealed, and lay panting and gasping. The true 
meaning of the word "orgasm" was now crystal clear. 

I reached over and grabbed at the sheet on the bed, and dried my face, and 
then ran the sheet between her legs, drying her wet sticky pussy. She pulled 
her hand out of my cunt, and without saying a word used both hands to gently 
pull my mouth to hers. Again, as before, our hungry mouths kissed. First 
tenderly and then passionately. Laying on top of her I could feel the sweat 
of bodies, and asked softly, "Shouldn't we go take a shower?" 

"Are you kidding," she giggled softly, "and wake up Mom and Dad? We'd never 
be able to explain it." 

I hadn't thought of that, but she was right, of course. Jumping out of bed, 
a grabbed my robe, and said, "I'll be right back, don't move." I went to the 
bathroom as quietly and quickly as possible, wiped of my sweaty body with a 
washcloth, rung it out well, and returned to the bedroom. Sheila hadn't 
moved. God, but she was beautiful, and now I found her sexy too. I couldn't 
see her too well, but the outline of her curvy body laying on the bed was 
exciting. 

I walked over to her bed, and began to wipe the sweat from her body. As I 
passed the washcloth over her body, her hand reached out between my legs, 
pushed the robe aside, and gently played with my pubic hair. 

"Ellen, take off your robe." She said it softly and sweetly, and I obeyed 
immediately. I stood there and we gently toyed with each others pussies for 
a couple of minutes." 

"You're wild, you know that?" she asked. 

"You're not bad yourself," I giggled. Then I couldn't help asking, "Are you 
ashamed of me?" I guess I desperately needed reassurance that I pleased her, 
and to know that she wasn't disappointed. She didn't waste words with her 
answer. 

"Fuck no! Why should I be?" 

"I don't know, I just thought maybe you'd think I'm disgusting or 
something." 

It was her turn to giggle as she said, "That's dumb, especially with my 
fingers in your cunt." They were in there all right. I could feel my juices 
starting to flow again, when Sheila surprised me saying, "Sit on my face." 

At the same time she said it, she pulled her fingers out of my hole, grabbed 
my hips with both hands, and pulled me towards her face. I obeyed quickly by 
sitting on her chest, and placing my pussy directly onto her mouth. 
Instantly her mouth opened, and her tongue darted between my cunt lips. I 
leaned forward, grabbed the headboard, and ground my young hot box into her 
hungry mouth. I didn't expect her to eat me out too. I hadn't even thought 
about it, for I had been too busy making her happy, and enjoying the 
pleasure I was giving her. Now she was returning the pleasure. 

Sheila was licking and sucking my cunt as if it was going to be her last 
meal, and looking around I could see her finger fucking herself at the same 
time. I took one hand off the headboard, and squeezed and pulled at my own 
tits. I was in seventh heaven with her tongue bringing me more pleasure than 
I had ever dreamed about. The pleasure grew even more intense when she 
stopped fucking herself, pulled her hands up between my legs, spread my cunt 
apart and dove in with her mouth as far as she could go. I was finding out 
what cunt licking and sucking felt like, and now knew first hand why Sheila 
had gone so wild when my mouth was on her box. 

I thought she would stretch me apart with her fingers as she tried to put in 
not only her tongue, but her fingers as well. Because she was making me so 
damn hot, my juices were flowing, and the natural lubricants allowed her to 
penetrate with relative ease. Every inch of my cunt was getting a violent 
work out, between her fingers and her tongue, and my hard little clit was 
being stimulated beyond belief. 

I couldn't help letting out a little scream of delight as my body tensed and 
I had my first climax in her mouth. I could hear my sister's muffled gags as 
I ground away and pressed my pussy in her face. I didn't pull away after 
squirting my juice down her throat, but did ease up, and she didn't stop 
kissing and licking either. like me, she obviously couldn't get enough of 
the liquid. 

After awhile, I spun around putting us in the "69" position, and started 
eating her out again, and she resumed her meal of pussy. I don't know how 
long we stayed in that "69" position, but I do know we both experienced one 
climax after another, and we tried to lick every drop. 

We stayed locked together, having one climax after another until our mouths 
were tired, and lips were sore (both our cunt lips, and our mouth lips). We 
had one cum spasm after another, and our young bodies were sticky, sweaty, 
and tired when we finally did manage to pull apart. 

We discovered for the first time the intense pleasures our cunts could give 
us. We discovered our bodies that night, and neither of us would be the same 
in the morning. Although we were only fourteen and fifteen years old, that 
night we turned ourselves into women. We learned what love and affection was 
all about. We learned that our bodies could bring us intense physical 
pleasure and enjoyment. 

We were laying face to face kissing and hugging each other, very tired, but 
happy with the happenings of the evening, when I broke the silence. 

"Are we lesbians?" 

"You're amazing, my dear sister!" Sheila pretended to be shocked by the 
question, but I pushed on, because she didn't answer my question. 

"Well, are we?" I wanted to know. 

"I don't know about you, but I'm not," she said as she nibbled on my ear. 

"How do you know? After what we just did, maybe we are," I continued. 

"Does what we did bother you Ellen?" 

"No, no at all, in fact I'm very happy about it." I was still caressing her 
as I spoke. 

"Do boys turn you off?" 

"No, of course not," I had to admit. "But, if anyone found out what happened 
tonight, they'd say we are lesbians for sure." 

Sheila hugged me, and assured me that no one was going to find out from her. 
And then she said, "Maybe we're both bisexual. Wouldn't that be nice? We 
could have the best of both worlds." 

"Was tonight your first time?" I don't know why, but the question was 
important to me. 

"Yes, of course. How about you?" 

"Ya, it sure was." So I was the first person to eat my sister's pussy, and 
my cunt was the first one in her face. The revelation somehow made me feel 
good; made me feel closer to her. 

"Oh my god!" she shrieked. My heart almost stopped. She said it with such 
force that I instantly was alarmed and frightened. 

All I could say was, "What's the matter, what's the matter." 

"We didn't lock the door!" 

"Oh shit, is that all that's the matter?" 

"What if they came in while we were doing it?" It was a question worth 
thinking about and one I hadn't considered the consequences of. "What if 
they walked in right now?" 

She made her point. I jumped out of bed, ran over to the door and locked it. 

"Why are you locking it now, silly?" 

"Because," I said, as I walked back to her bed, "I'm staying right here, 
with you." I crawled into her bed, and we both giggled like the school girls 
we were. 

"Sheila?" 

"Uhh uhh?" 

"I really do love you." 

"And I really love you too." She gave me an affectionate hug and a light 
kiss on the lips as she said it. 

Just before we fell asleep in each others arms, I whispered, "I hope tonight 
isn't a dream." 

"Me too," she replied sweetly. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

In the morning, when I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was Sheila's 
tits heaving up and down in front of my mouth. So, it hadn't been a dream 
after all! I was actually naked in the same bed with my sister, and we had 
actually engaged in an incestuous lesbian relationship. 

Other than jerking off Mark, the sixteen year old boy next door, the 
previous night had been my first sexual experience. As I lay there looking 
at Sheila, I wondered if what she said was true that it had been the first 
time for her, too. 

She certainly was beautiful. Her long, light blonde hair fell softly around 
her perfect oval face. Her lips were perfectly shaped and sensuous. Her nose 
had the slightest upturn to it. It was no wonder that she was so popular at 
school, especially when you considered the fact that her personality was as 
sweet as she appeared. If we lived in a big city instead of the small hick 
town of Canterville, she could have been a model without even trying. 

I considered myself to be the ugly duckling because I was so opposite from 
my sister. My dark brown hair was so common in color; my nose just a wee bit 
too long; my body too skinny; my chest not fully developed; and I hated the 
dimples on my cheeks that everyone seemed to like and comment on. 

My sexy sister called me beautiful and pretty too, and laying there next to 
her, I wondered if she truly meant it. Was she just being kind? Then I 
thought of my pussy grinding away in her face, and how she devoured every 
drop of my climaxes, and had to smile. She obviously liked my cunt. 

Many questions were racing through my mind. One of the most important 
concerns was, how would she react to what happened last night when she 
awoke? I had just decided to crawl back into my own bed, and to pretend that 
nothing had happened unless she mentioned it later on. Before I had a chance 
to move, she opened her eyes. I don't think I had ever seen such a sweet 
smile on her face. 

All I could say was, "Hi," with a smile in return. 

"Hi," she responded in return, and then kissed me tenderly. When our lips 
parted, she asked, "What time is it?" 

Looking over at the clock on the nightstand, I answered, "Only seven 
o'clock; early." 

"How long have you been awake?" 

"Just long enough to realize last night wasn't a dream after all." I 
couldn't keep my hands off of her, and was running one hand through her soft 
blonde hair. 

"I'm glad it wasn't a dream," she said. "Last night was wonderful." 

"I was afraid you'd be upset about it this morning," I confessed. 

"No way." She kissed my cheek, and asked, "Where did you learn to make love 
like that?" 

"I giggled, and replied, "I could ask you the same question." 

Sheila wasn't letting me off the hook that easy. She pressed the issue. 
"Have you done it before?" 

"like I said last night, no. Have you?" 

"Not really, not like that," she said softly. 

Now I was curious. "What do you mean by, 'Not really, not like that'? " 

"Last year when I slept over at Betty 's house, we played around a little, 
but that's all. Nothing really happened." 

Betty was in my sister's class, and they were the best of friends. Her 
father was the Chief of Police for Canterville, and Betty's Mom and our 
Mother were close friends too. Betty lived about six miles away, and one 
winter night during a snow storm, Sheila stayed overnight. In our town, 
there never was too much sleeping over at a friend's house, because parents 
were old fashioned. I guess they believed that children should sleep under 
their own roofs. Parents in Canterville, were very protective. 

"You got it on with Betty?" Wow, was I curious. I couldn't imagine anyone 
more proper than Betty. She always acted so righteous, dressed and acted so 
proper, and never indulged in 'girl talk' when we started using four letter 
words. In fact, Betty was the kind of girl who would admonish us about our 
filthy language. 

"What happened? Come on, tell me everything!" 

"like I said, nothing really. We just kind of checked each other out. You 
know, felt each other up." Then she added quickly, "But, don't you ever let 
on that I told you." 

"Come on Sheila, you know better than that. Tell me everything. What 
happened?" 

"Okay, okay. The night I stayed over I slept in the same bed, 'cause hers is 
a big queen size bed, and they don't have a spare bedroom. We got talking 
about boys and sex, and we were wondering what it would feel like to get 
fucked by a guy." 

"Did she use the word 'fuck'? " I asked in horror. As I said, Betty was so 
proper. 

"No, not that I remember," Sheila laughed. "I think she used to term, 'do it 
with'. We both admitted that we fucked ourselves with our fingers, and she 
said it felt okay, but she couldn't imagine a cock making her feel any 
better." Sheila laughed again, cocked her head back, and corrected herself. 
"Let's see, ah, she actually called a cock,' a guy' s thing'. " 

Both of us chuckled now. We could visualize Betty struggling for the proper 
words. 

"Anyway, I told Betty she probably wasn't rubbing her clit the right way 
that it wasn't how far she put her fingers in, it was how sensuous she 
massaged the clitoris. 

"One thing led to another, and I showed her how I rubbed my clit, and she 
showed me how she did it to herself." 

"Did you do it to each other?" 

"Only a little. When we started to finger each other, we began to laugh, and 
it turned into a big joke. As I said, nothing really happened; not like last 
night." 

"I'm glad it happened last night," I confessed. "I'm glad I was the first to 
get in there." As I said this, I reached down and rubbed her patch of soft 
hair. 

"Me too. You really never did it with anyone else?" 

"Only with Mark." 

"Mark!" She almost shrieked. "You fucked Mark?" Her face had a horrified 
look. 

"No, no I didn't fuck Mark. I played with his cock, that's all. He wanted to 
fuck me, but I wouldn't let him. That's all I need, to get knocked up." 

"Come on, tell me everything. When, where, what happened?" Sheila had 
propped herself up on one elbow and was intent on hearing every detail. Mark 
was the tall six-footer, extremely good looking, well built, sixteen year 
old boy next door. We didn't know him that well because he had only moved 
next door a few months previously after his father got assigned to our 
parish. 

"Last month, when I went over to his house to borrow a pan Mom needed. You 
know, the day Dad's friends came over for the barbecue, and Mom wanted 
everything to be so perfect, and she cooked all day?" 

"Ya, ya, go on," Sheila prompted. 

"Well, when I went over there, only Mark was home. There was no answer when 
I rang the doorbell, but I heard the lawnmower out back, so I went around 
the house, there was Mark, mowing the lawn. He shut the machine off 
immediately when he saw me standing there, and I told him Mom wanted to 
borrow a pan. He said he'd be glad to get it for me, but before he did he 
offered me a Coke from the cooler on the picnic table. 

"I accepted the Coke, and we were just making small talk, about what Mom 
needed the pan for, and how hot it was that day, and dumb things like that. 
But, I couldn't keep my eyes off his crotch. He was only wearing skiing 
tight shorts and sneakers, and what a friggin' bulge! I was fascinated by 
it. 

"He must have known what I was looking at, because he sort of leaned back 
against the picnic table so it poked out even more, and I could see it 
growing. It kept getting bigger and bigger until I thought it would pop out 
through the material trying to hold it back. I was scared Sheila, but I 
honestly couldn't take my eyes off of it. Really, I just couldn't help it. 
You wouldn't believe how big it is!" 

Sheila was eager for all the details, and didn't want me to even pause 
between sentences. "Go on, go on," she prompted, "what happened next?" 

"Well, he just came right out and asked me what I was looking at! I thought 
I would die. I could feel my face getting all red, and stammered something 
about having to go right home. 

"He laughed, and said I had better take the pan with me. Because he didn't 
know what size pan Mom wanted, he told me to go into the house with him to 
get it, and I did. 

"Once inside the kitchen, I noticed it didn't go down. It was still 
throbbing and sticking out. I couldn't believe how big it was." I paused in 
my story, thinking back on the occasion, but my sister was anxious to hear 
more. 

"Go on, go on," she said. She was propped up on one elbow, looking intently 
at me, and smiling, so I knew I could trust her with the truth. Besides. I 
was enjoying this true confession session with her. 

"Well, I picked out the pan I thought Mom wanted, and all of a sudden Mark 
just said, 'Do you want to see it?' He had a hand down there, and was 
rubbing it. I didn't say anything 'cause I was afraid, but I didn't stop 
watching him either. 

"Something told me to run out of the house, but I didn't. Then he said, 'If 
you promise not to tell anyone, I'll show it to you, but you've got to 
promise me it will be our secret.' I still didn't say anything. I was 
dumbfounded. I just stood there watching him smile; watching him gently rub 
his cock through the thin material. For some crazy reason, I also wondered 
if he was wearing underwear. 

"We were on opposite sides of the room, and I was only about three feet from 
the back door, so I guess I felt kind of safe at that distance. And, my gut 
feeling told me Mark wouldn't rape me, or do anything without my permission. 

"Then he said, 'Go on Ellen, promise you won't tell anyone.' 

"Then I said, 'I won't tell anyone if you won't.' 

"Then he leaned back against the kitchen sink, hooked both thumbs in the top 
of his shorts, and yanked them down to his knees. I couldn't believe how big 
it was!" 

Sheila couldn't hide her excitement as she asked, "How big, how big?" 

"I don't know exactly, but if I put both of my hands around it, I bet the 
head would still stick out. And, it's fat, too." 

"Oh my god," Sheila exclaimed. "He's really that big? I've wondered what he 
would look like naked." 

I was surprised she said that, because she had never indicated she liked 
Mark. "You like him?" I asked in amazement. 

"Well, he is a gorgeous hunk, with muscles and looks that would turn any 
girl's head, and the best part is, he's not conceited. In fact, I thought he 
as the shy type, until you just told me what he did!" 

My sister's assessment of Mark, was true. A lot of girls were eagerly 
awaiting September, when Mark would be going to our school for the first 
time. This would give them an opportunity to socialize with him. About the 
only contact other kids had with him so far, since his family moved to 
Canterville, was through church activities. This of course, being because 
his father was the new minister recently assigned to our parish. 

Mark was truly handsome, already standing six feel tall, but he gave the 
impression of being a book worm, and a loner. He had a beautiful smile too, 
but he wasn't the first to approach people at gatherings. Some thought he 
was very religious, and would turn out to be a goody-goody. 

"Come on, come on, tell me what happened next," my sister prodded. 

"Well, I just gawked at it in amazement. I couldn't say anything. I guess I 
was kind of shocked that it was all happening, you know, I couldn't believe 
I was looking at his dick. Mark was smiling and pulling back and forth on 
it, as he slowly walked over and stood right next to me. 

"I was so amazed, and sort of in shock at what was happening. I just stood 
there like some kind of an idiot. I was scared, but I couldn't move. The 
sight of that big prick was awesome, yet magnificent. It was stiff and 
throbbing. 

'"Hold it for me Ellen,' he said, as he continued to stroke that big hunk of 
meat. 'I won't tell anyone, I promise.' 

"I couldn't help myself Sheila. like last night with you, I just knew it was 
something I wanted to do, so I did it. I reached out, and put my hand around 
his pulsating cock. Mark let out a groan, and told me how good it felt." 

Sheila interrupted to ask "Did it make you hot too.? " 

"Ya, but I was afraid to let him know it. I wanted to rip my clothes off and 
push my pussy on it, and 

I even thought of sucking it. I don't know why I didn't because I wanted to 
do it do badly. Maybe I didn't want to get hurt; you know, have him rip me 
open with that monster. Maybe it was the fear of getting knocked up. I don't 
know. I just know that I didn't do anything except hold it tight and pull 
the skin back and forth as far as it would go in each direction. 

"After I ran my fist up and down his shaft a few times, he almost whispered 
to me, 'Ellen, can I put it in you?' 

"I panicked, thinking of a baby, and the pain it would cause, and took my 
hand off of it. Mark must have sensed that I was terrified at the idea of 
getting fucked, so he said to forget it, that he would be happy if I just 
finished him with my hand. 

"I put my hand back on it, and jerked back and forth, slowly at first. He 
closed his eyes and made soft noises of pleasure as I played with it and 
examined it. The head was much bigger than the shaft of his dick, and the 
skin wouldn't cover it, so I slid part of my hand over the tip. That made 
him go crazy with pleasure. Pretty soon, I did it faster and faster. 

"Then I got real brave and reached out and touched his balls! He kept his 
eyes closed all the time. Maybe that's why I got so brave. He kept saying, 
'Um ... uhhhh, that's it, um ... ' His balls were big too, and were real 
hard inside his sack." 

Sheila was listening intently to every word I was saying, obviously eager 
for details. She kept saying things like, "Go on. What happened next? Then 
what? Ya, ya." 

Because I was getting so much encouragement from my sister, I didn't leave 
out any of the details. 

"He had a lot of hair around his groin and balls. It didn't feel soft and 
silky like yours. Kind of coarse and masculine feeling, and it was sexy as 
hell to look at and to feel. I had an urge to shove my ringers in my cunt, 
and probably would have if I wasn't afraid he'd want to shove that beautiful 
piece of meat in there instead. 

"Anyway, I kept sliding my hand back and forth, and grasping his prick 
firmly, and I could feel it swell and throb even more in my fist. Every time 
I pulled my hand across the fact smooth head of his cock, he would moan and 
thrust his hips forward, so I knew he liked that area rubbed." 

Sheila cut in again, and asked impatiently, "Did he cum off?" 

"Did he ever! You better believe it. I guess I only did it for a couple of 
minutes, but towards the end, I could feel him stiffen, and he moaned 
louder, and kept saying, 'That's it, that's it, here it goes.' 

"At first, I didn't realize what he was talking about, but then he quickly 
turned sideways and shot his white juice all over the kitchen floor Wow! 
Sheila, you had to see it to believe it. I didn't know guys could make it go 
so far. It was almost like he was taking a piss. If it wasn't white, and 
sticky, I wouldn't have known the difference." 

We were both laughing and chuckling. 

"How do you know it was sticky?" she asked. 

"Because I got a lot of it on my hand. It was real warm too, and kind of 
thick, like paste. 

"When he asked me to go over to the sink and get some paper towels for him 
to clean up with, so I did. But, when instead of handing them to him, I 
cleaned him up myself, running the paper towels over his stomach, through 
his hairy crotch, around his balls, and finally patted his dick with them. 
It was still sticking straight out." 

"It was?" Sheila asked. "I thought they went limp after they shot their 
load." 

"Me too," I said, "but his didn't. It stuck straight out there. 

"Then Mark reached over and touched my tit. It shocked me, and I pulled back 
in surprise. 

"'Ellen,' he said, 'just let me feel them for a minute, okay?' 

So I nodded, and stood there with the wet sticky paper towels in my hand 
while he felt me up. 

"I have to admit I like the feel of his hands on my tits, and he must have 
like the feel of my tits because he started jerking his own cock back and 
forth. I just stood there looking at his cock and watching the way he 
grasped it and yanked at it back and forth. 

'"Ellen, you're a beautiful girl,' he said, but I thought he was just saying 
that to get his own way. I didn't really think it was true until you told me 
yourself last night." 

"You are beautiful, but what happened next Ellen " 

"Nothing really, he kept feeling my boobs, and kept jerking himself. He did 
ask me to play with his balls some more, and I did. In fact, I was holding 
them both in my hand when I felt him stiffen again, and I could feel them 
pulsating and tightening up. That's when he shot another load of cum on the 
floor while he was holding my tit, and I was cupping his nuts in my hand. 

"I was a little disappointed in the size of his second load. It wasn't 
nearly as much as the first stream." 

Sheila started to laugh as she said, "Don't tell me. Then you had to go get 
more paper towels." 

"Yup, you guessed it. Only this time when I walked back to him, his cock was 
falling asleep. It was getting smaller and smaller. And, Mark took the 
towels from me and cleaned up his own mess, then pulled up his shorts." 

"You never did say if he was wearing anything under them, was he? Was he 
wearing underwear?" 

"No, I don't think so. At least I can't remember seeing any. 

"But you know Sheila, even when his cock was down, it was still real pretty 
and big. It kind of looked like a fat, white, limp sausage. God, you should 
have seen it." 

"Ohh, you lucky girl. I wish I had seen it too." 

"Sheila! I can't believe you said that! You really do dig him, don't you?" 

"Ever since the first day I saw him. When he moved in I couldn't take my 
eyes off him, but then I sort of gave up hope because he seemed so involved 
in the church, and not interested in girls." 

"Yea, I know what you mean," I replied. "I was even wondering if he was 
interested in boys instead of girls." 

"You're kidding. Mark, a fag?" 

"Well, one never knows these days." 

Then she teased me by saying, "Well my little sister, I guess you don't have 
any doubts now, do you? Not after yanking on it, and causing him to gush not 
one, but two loads all over your hand and his kitchen floor." Sheila's smile 
was so sweet and understanding as she teased me, and I even sensed that she 
was a bit jealous. 

"He wants me to go back, too. He told me I could drop over anytime." I guess 
I couldn't help rubbing it in a little, just to tease her back. 

"Really now, you don't say? Maybe he wants some of this the next time." Her 
head went straight down between my legs, and her hands pushed my pink cunt 
lips apart as her hungry tongue entered my moist hot pussy again. 

Already Sheila performed as if she had been licking and sucking cunt all her 
life. I guess it's something that just comes naturally (no pun intended). 
Sort of like an ice cream cone, only warm. They're both delicious, sticky, 
and easy to get used to. The more you eat, the more you want. And, that's 
the way I felt too. 

Quickly jerking myself around, I put us in the sixty-nine position again, 
and dove into her snatch too. This time my mouth was quickly filled with her 
juices. Sheila obviously had gotten worked up over hearing about my 
adventure with Mark, and was more than ready to have me clean her up with my 
mouth. I was having the most succulent breakfast of my life, and Sheila was 
obviously enjoying her feast too. 

We were so damn hot that it didn't take us long at all to start cuming in 
each others mouths. This time we were both ready for the stream of juices, 
and plunged our face's in, trying to suck out every drop. We were both going 
crazy as we climaxed again and again, writing and trembling with pleasure. 
We had at least three orgasms each, and our faces were wet with the pussy 
juices we couldn't swallow. 

When we were exhausted and drained, we rolled around to face each other 
again, and our tongues met again. First we kissed tenderly and lovingly, and 
then fiercely, fucking each others mouths with our tongues until we were 
totally exhausted again. We lay there in each others arms smiling like the 
young school girls we were, content and happy in our new found love and 
affection for one another. 

"You're an animal," Sheila teased with affection, "and I'm glad you are." 

"You're pretty wild yourself. I don't want to leave this room. Never. I'm so 
happy." That was true at the moment. My happiness was so great that I didn't 
want it to end. 

"If you stay here forever, you'll never be able to see Mark again." 

"Maybe you could slip out of bed, go over there and bring him back," I said. 

"Sure," she laughed, "and march him right by Mom and Dad, and tell them he's 
here to fuck the brains out of my darling baby sister." 

"I told you my dear, I don't want him to put that pole in me. Do you want to 
get screwed by him?" 

"No, no," she answered quickly, "but I sure wouldn't mind playing with it 
like you did." 

"Well, why don't we see what we can do to arrange it. Maybe he'll let us 
both play with it," I suggested. 

"Wow, that would be neat," she exclaimed. The idea was starting to get us 
both excited again, for we were both feeling each other up, when we were 
startled by our mother's voice, and knock on the door. "Come on girls, 
breakfast!" 

 CHAPTER THREE 

"You girls certainly are happy this morning," our mother was saying as she 
prepared our breakfast and we munched away at the corn flakes. "What's up 
today?" 

We of course denied that anything was up, but I guess she was right, for we 
usually dragged ourselves to the table, and didn't wake up for at least an 
hour. Breakfast was always sort of a moody occasion, with mumbling instead 
of conversation. There we were, laughing, joking, and thoroughly enjoying 
life. Now that Sheila and I shared a wonderful secret, I guess it drew us 
closer than we had ever been. 

Mother announced she was driving to Mendel!, to visit our grandparents, and 
inquired whether or not we .want to go. It was about a sixty mile drive, and 
usually took up the better part of the day. Although we dearly loved our 
grandparents, we didn't have anything in common with them, and just sat 
around their house bored stiff, trying to be polite, making small talk. 

"Do we have to go?" I asked. 

"No, of course not, but I do think they will be disappointed if you don't," 
mother said. 

"Can't you tell them we went out on an outing with some friends, or 
something?" Sheila asked. 

"Listen young ladies, I'm not going to tell lies to your grandparents. Labor 
Day is only a few weeks away, and I'll tell them you'll see them then. So, 
mark that on your calendar. For now, I'll just say you had other things to 
do. 

"By the way, what are your plans for today? After you clean your room, and 
this kitchen, of course." 

"I want to go over to the mall and get some cosmetics, and things." Sheila 
said it with a mouthful of cereal. 

I just offered, "Nothing much." 

"Well, whatever you do, be good," mother said. "I've got to get going or I 
won't get back in time to feed you in time. By the way, before your father 
left for work, he asked if one of you would hand deliver this envelope to 
Reverend Brody." 

Mother's statement hit us like a bolt of lightening as she put a white 
envelope on the table. Reverend Brody was none other than Mark's father. 

Both of us asked at the same time, "What's in the envelope?" 

"I think it's an invitation for Reverend Brody to join your father's club. 
He's heard that Reverend Brody-likes to play golf, and he's being offered a 
free membership at the Maple Hill Club. Your father is proud of the fact he 
got the other members to agree to his suggestion." 

"Wow, bet Mr. Brody will like that." I said. 

"It's 'Reverend Brody, Ellen', " my mother corrected. "Now I've got to go." 
She walked over and kissed us goodbye, then left the house. 

As soon as she was out the door, we both broke out in shit eating grins. 
Here was the perfect excuse for going over to the Brody's! 

"What if he's not home?" I asked. 

"Who, Mark, or his father?" 

"Mark, you dummy," I said, "unless of course you've the hots for his father 
too." 

At that, she playfully threw her napkin at me, missed, and jumped up. "Come 
on hot pants, let's get this damn place cleaned up," she commanded. 

For the next hour or so, we cleaned up the kitchen, the bathroom, and our 
bedroom, and then ourselves. While in the shower, I had to use all of my 
self control not to finger fuck myself silly, for I was getting really 
worked up just thinking about Mark's big cock, and also the memory of my 
sister's hot tongue up there didn't help. 

It was mid morning when we were both ready to descend on the Brody house. 
Being a nice warm summer day gave us the excuse to wear as little as 
possible. I was wearing my favorite shorts, and a halter top. Sheila picked 
out a tight fitting skirt, and an almost see-through blouse that showed off 
her boobs. We were as sexy as we could get without being obscene, and of 
course our makeup had been applied and analyzed fifty times or more. 

When we rang the doorbell of the Brody house, we were both disappointed. 
Mrs. Brody answered the door. She was very matronly appearing, but extremely 
pleasant with a warm smile of welcome. She was much taller than our mother, 
and had Mark's brown eyes and wavy hair. She would have been the perfect no 
nonsense home room teacher in any school system. This lady went by the rule 
book. No wonder Mark was a bit reserved. He must have been held in line all 
of his life. 

"Why, hello. Sheila, and Ellen, right?" she greeted and asked at the same 
time. 

"Hello, Mrs. Brody." Sheila took the lead and did all the talking. I played 
the young shy sister. 

"Our mother asked us to deliver this envelope to Reverend Brody," she 
announced as she held up the envelope. 

"Oh, dear, Mr. Brody is over at the church office, but I'll be happy to give 
it to him when he comes home tonight." 

I couldn't help thinking that it was okay for her to refer to her husband as 
"Mr. Brody", so why did my mother correct me and insist on the title of 
"Reverend". I made a mental note to bring this up to my mother. 

"Will you please do that?" Sheila said, and passed her the envelope. 

We were both greatly disappointed at not getting a glimpse at our sex idol, 
and were just turning to leave when she invited us to enter. 

"Would you young ladies like to come in for a minute, and perhaps have a cup 
of tea with me? Mark is here too, and I'm sure he'd like to see you both." 

Our faces must have lit up like a Christmas tree, as we rapidly mumbled our 
acceptance, and were ushered into the kitchen. Sure enough, there was Mark, 
sitting at the table, tinkering with a digital wristwatch. 

"Mark, dear, we've got company; Sheila, and Ellen are here." 

Mark beamed his approval of our intrusion, and told us he was pleased to see 
us, and inquired as to the nature of our visit. 

"Sit down girls," instructed his mother. 

Mrs. Brody told him about the envelope we were delivering, and we repeated 
what our mother had told us about the contents. Both Mark, and his mother, 
said the good Reverend would probably gladly accept the invitation. Mrs. 
Brody went on to say her husband didn't relax enough, and this membership 
would do him the world of good, physically and mentally. 

Mark was having trouble setting the date on his digital watch, but managed 
to accomplish the feat as we were drinking the tea Mrs. Brody prepared for 
us. As all this small talk was going on, Sheila and I were checking Mark 
out, and we were both disappointed in the fact that we couldn't see anything 
showing in his crotch. He was wearing faded jeans, and there was no 
indication that a big cock was being concealed under the fabric. 

I caught Mark running his eyes over my body more than once, and he knew I 
was aware of his eyes roaming over my tits, because we exchanged "I know 
what you're doing" smiles. 

I could feel my face getting flushed at the thought of this gorgeous blonde, 
brown-eyed hunk of muscles eating my pussy. Right there in front of his 
mother, I was imagining such as thing! I also wondered if it would feel as 
good as when Sheila did it. The way my sister was checking him out too, I 
could just imagine the thoughts in her head. 

"Mark, maybe Sheila and Ellen would like to use the pool sometime." 

Mrs. Brody's suggestion was pounced upon by her son, who quickly answered, 
"Sure, anytime. In fact, I was going to use it today." 

The Brody's lived in what was referred to as the Parrish House, because it 
was church-owned. The last pastor had a large family, and the affluent 
congregation had installed an in-ground pool for them. We didn't have a 
pool, although about half the families in Canterville did. 

"Wow, that would be terrific." It seemed as if I shouted the words. 

"You wouldn't mind?" My sister's voice was filled with excitement too. 

"Heck no," Mark said, "it would be nice to have company. Problem is, I don't 
think Mom has two swimsuits. and even if she does, they probably won't fit." 

"Mark Brody, watch your tongue," admonished his mother. "The girls can trot 
home and put on their own suits. That is, if you want to, and if your 
parents wouldn't mind." 

Mrs. Brody was quickly assured by us, that our parents would have no 
objections, and yes, we'd love to use the pool. After announcing that we'd 
be right back, we ran home, and I do mean ran. 

Once inside our bedroom, we screamed with delight over our good fortune, and 
peeled off our clothes. 

Sheila was sitting naked on the bed, getting ready to put her shapely legs 
into her suit when she shocked me by saying, "Do you think he's too big to 
get in here?" There she was, leaning back on the bed with her legs spread as 
far apart as she could get them. Both of her hands were holding the lips of 
her cunt apart, and I could plainly see the pink flesh inside. To use an 
expression of the day, she had a shit ass eating grin all over her face. 

I recovered from the initial shock of her lewdness, which was so unlike her, 
and said, "I don't know, let's see if it's big enough." 

Walking over to her outstretched legs, I peered into her cunt, shoved in a 
couple of fingers, and said, "Maybe, but it will be a tight fit. 

"Do you really want him to fuck you?" I asked the question in amazement. 

"No. I don't want to get knocked up either, but I'd like to fool around with 
him, and watch him shoot his stuff, like you did. Would you be jealous?" 

"Not if you'd let me watch," I said, and we both knew Mark was to be shared 
property. 

I pulled my fingers out of her hole, and licked them. "I wonder if he'll 
like the taste of you as much as I do?" 

"I hope I get to find out today," she admitted. 

Once back at the Brody residence, we went directly around back to the pool 
as instructed before leaving. Sure enough, Mark was already in the pool 
splashing around. The problem was, so wasn't his mother there! She was 
sitting by the pool reading a book. 

"That didn't take long," Mrs. Brody greeted. "Jump in," shouted Mark, "last 
one in is a rotten egg." 

I dove in immediately, but Sheila chose to go to the shallow end and enter 
slowly without getting her hair wet. She probably feel she'd be sexier and 
more appealing to Mark if she kept her hair dry. 

We couldn't see Mark's crotch too clearly the way he was moving around, and 
twisting, but when we did get a glimpse or two at the groin area, it was 
obvious that the hunk of meat I jerked off was still there. Of course, it 
wasn't stiff; not in the presence of his mother but-none-the-less it was a 
turn on. 

When Mark climbed out of the pool and sat on the edge of it with his feet 
dangling in the water, he had his back to his mother. We got a good look at 
his bulge this time. 

Mark was wearing small, white, bikini type bathing trunks. Thinking back on 
it, it's a wonder his proper, puritanical mother, allowed him to wear it. 
Maybe she was too embarrassed to call attention to it, since he was sixteen. 
Anyway, the wet suit clung to his body, and showed the outline of his cock. 
Today he had it pointing diagonally upwards. Wisps of pubic hair stuck out 
just below the bulge of his balls. 

Sheila swam over to me and whispered, "Fucking Christ! You weren't kidding 
sweetheart. What a delicious looking dong." 

That was the first reference to eating him that either of us had made. The 
idea had crossed my mind, but I hadn't seriously considered it. Now I just 
laughed and splashed water at her. 

Sheila swam over to me again, and said in a low voice, "You can even tell 
he's cut, I can't believe it." 

"He's what?" 

"He's cut?" 

"Where?" Yes, I actually asked it. As I said before, I got most of my 
education from my sister. 

"Circumcised, you dummy. The foreskin's cut off." 

"How did you know?" I asked. "I'll tell you later." 

That night in the privacy of our bedroom. Sheila explained how you could 
tell. She taught me that circumcised men usually showed a definite 
distinction between the head of their pricks and the shaft, that 
circumcision leaves the head exposed and a pronounced ridge where the 
cutting took place. She said that men with foreskin covering the head of 
their dicks just showed an overall smoothness, much like a cigar that tapers 
off on the end. Later on in life, I found this to be true. 

Mrs. Brody arose from her chair, and called out to us. "Would you like some 
refreshments? How about a Coke, or sandwiches, or both?" 

"Great," Mark shouted back. Just a Coke for me." 

Sheila and I said, "Me too," almost in unison. 

Mrs. Brody retreated through the back door of the house. Alone at last with 
Mark. 

"You guys swim pretty good," he said. Then he added with a mischievous grin, 
"And, those suits are real sexy." 

"Look who's talking about sexy suits!" Sheila shot back. 

This time it was Mark's turn to color a little. Guess he wasn't used to a 
girl making a direct reference to his manhood. It was a brazen statement, 
but most true. 

"Chalk one up for the pretty one," he smiled. 

We made small talk about the coming school year, and how we were all 
dreading the thought of it, and yet looking forward to it. 

"Mark, do you think your mother would mind if I used the bathroom?" Sheila 
asked. 

"No, not at all. Better than doing it in the pool." At that, we all had to 
laugh, and Sheila climbed out, and trotted towards the house. 

"I'm glad you came back," Mark admitted. He really seemed to mean it. 

I mumbled a "Thank you" and asked, "Do you mind that Sheila came with me?" 

"No, she seems to be as nice as you." 

The compliment was appreciated, and I believed he wasn't just saying it to 
get into my pants. 

"Did you tell your sister what we did?" The point blank question caught me 
off guard, and I stammered, "No, why should I?" I guess I lied because I 
didn't want to admit that I broke the promise I made to him. 

"I don't know, it just seems that you two are very close, and might share 
everything." 

I wondered if he had any idea that we wanted to share him. The first time he 
had more or less seduced me, and now I wanted to seduce him, the way I had 
seduced and ravaged my sister the night before. 

"We're close, but not that close," I lied again. 

"Did you bring her over here for protection today?" 

"No, did you wear that suit in order to show Sheila what you've got too?" I 
gave him my most innocent smile as I asked the question. 

"My, my, do I detect a hint of jealousy already? I gave it to you to play 
with, not to keep." 

I was still hanging on to the side of the pool, looking up between his legs, 
and was watching the trunks grow before my very eyes. 

"From the looks of it, you're in the mood to have someone play with it 
again." 

We were both smiling as he said, "I sure am, but it's not possible today. 
Not with my mother home, and your sister around." 

"'Guess you're right." I agreed because I couldn't figure out how to let him 
know there was nothing to fear from my sister, that she would be more that, 
willing to yank on that quivering shaft of meat. Besides, he was right. With 
his mother hanging around, there was no chance of squeezing the juice out of 
him. 

"Ellen, will you do me a favor?" Again he had a mischievous smile and look 
on his adorable face. "What?" 

"Show me some tit." 

"Mark! You're crazy! Not here, not now." 

"Why not? No one can see but me. You're back is against the house. Just slip 
one out, come on." 

Looking over my shoulder at the house, I couldn't see anyone around, so I 
turned towards him and yanked down the top covering my left tit. 

"Okay, hot pants?" I asked. I left it hanging out. 

"Wow, you do have nice tits. The next time we get together I'd like to suck 
on them. Would you like that?" 

"Sounds good to me." I had my mind made up that I'd like him to suck my 
cunt, but my boobs were as good a place as any for him to start. 

"Have you ever had your tits sucked before?" 

Again I lied, and told him no. 

"Sheila's had her tits sucked," I volunteered 

Maybe I was trying to tell him in my own way that she would be receptive to 
having him suck on her big nipples. 

"Yea? By whom?" he wanted to know. 

No way was I about to admit it was my mouth that sucked on her tits like a 
hungry baby. 

"I don't know, she wouldn't tell me. We were talking about it one day, and 
she just said that someone did it, and it felt good." 

"Did she have anything else done to her?" 

"Boy, are you nosey. But according to her, the answer is 'no'. She hasn't 
even touched a guy; well, not the way I did to you." 

"Do you think she was telling you the truth?" 

"I don't know. Why are you so interested in Sheila?" He was now defensive. 

"Just curious, that's all." 

"It sounds to me like you've got the hots for her too. Am I too young for 
you?" 

"Aww come on Ellen, don't get so uptight. You're only two years younger than 
I am, and with those tits," it was still hanging out, "how can I not be 
interested in them?" 

"You just sounded like you'd make it with her in a minute if she'd let you, 
that's all." 

"Hey girl, don't you know by now that it's only human nature for a guy to 
like girls. All girls. Nothing wrong with looking, as the old saying goes." 

"Umm, umm," was my only coy response. 

"Don't you check other guys out, the same way you've been checking me out? 
It doesn't mean you grab on to all of them." 

He was right of course. I had been looking up and down, from his handsome 
young face, to his stiff beautiful cock, as I had done to other boys. But, 
so far, I had only touched him. 

"Sheila's coming," he said quickly. 

I pulled up my top, turned, and saw my sister running across the lawn to the 
pool. She came right over to our end of the pool, and extended the three 
Cokes she brought with her. She was standing directly over Mark, and 
couldn't help but notice his hard on. 

I knew she saw it immediately, because she gave me a knowing look and a 
smile when she said sweetly, "Mrs. Brody asked me to bring these out. What 
have you two been up to?" 

I looked down at Mark's crotch. He had quickly closed his legs, and crossed 
his hands over his prick which went limp right after he realized he was 
subject to discovery. 

Mark mumbled, "Nothing much. Just wondering what was taking you so long." 

"Oh yea, you wouldn't kid me now, would you? You really talked only about 
me? Why, I'm truly flattered Mr. Brody." 

We chuckled because Sheila was trying to be so grown up with a bad Marilyn 
Monroe imitation. The fluttering of her eyelashes and the twist of her hips 
with both hands placed on them, made her look sexy, but not the vamp she was 
copying. 

Mrs. Brody came out of the house and walked over to us. She asked, "Will you 
kids be alright if I leave for a little while? I'd like to go over to the 
hospital to visit a sick lady." 

"Yea Mom, we'll be okay, don't worry. Who's sick?" 

"Mrs. Anderson. You know, the lady who uses a walker and sits in the last 
pew every Sunday? Your father just called and asked if I had the time to 
look in on her. I don't think it's serious, but she has no one, and I think 
I really should go." 

"Okay Mom, we'll be alright, no problem." 

"Stay as long as you want to girls, but watch out you don't get sunburned. 
The sun is going to be very hot in a little while. Mark, give the girls some 
of my sunscreen." 

I thought to myself, 'the son already got hot; her son!'. Instead, my sister 
and I reassured her that we would take precautions not to get bummed. Mark 
already had a nice tan, so he didn't have to worry about burning. 

Mrs. Brody went into the house, and a few moments later came out, got into 
the Ford station wagon, and drove off. 

"I'll get the lotion," Mark announced. Mom's right, we can't have you 
turning into lobsters." He got up and strode through the back door, leaving 
us alone to compare notes. 

"He's even more beautiful than I thought," Sheila confessed. "What did you 
do to get him so excited while I was gone?" 

"You saw it, "Jesus, how could I miss it. What a fucking telephone pole. 
It's amazing he didn't poke a hole through the bathing suit with it. What 
did you do, or say, to get it so friggin' hard?" 

"Nothing much, just showed him some tit." 

"You what?" 

"I showed him my tit. He asked to see it, so I turned my back to the house, 
and had it hanging out when you came back. He was telling me he wanted to 
suck on it." 

"Well, when he comes back, you let him do just that Little Sister." 

"I don't think he'll do anything with you around. He asked me if I told you 
what happened the day I jerked him off, and I lied and told him 'no'. He 
seems to be afraid of you knowing anything." 

"Why did you lie to him dummy?" Sheila was obviously annoyed with me. 

"Because I didn't want him to know I broke my promise to him." 

Then I told her the whole conversation, and she seemed pleased about the 
part when I told Mark she had her tits sucked on, but wouldn't tell me who 
did the sucking, and that nothing else happened. "Well, maybe that will 
convince him that he has nothing to be afraid of with me. 

Then we quickly devised a plan to seduce our blonde Adonis. 

"Here comes our tit sucker honey. It's only a matter of time now." Sheila 
said it with obvious glee. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Sheila and I were sitting on the edge of the pool as we watched Mark make 
his approach. He strode gracefully towards us, and if he had any idea that 
we were hot for his body, he gave no indication of it. He acted the part of 
a perfect young gentleman. 

"Here you go girls, just what the doctor ordered." He handed us a tube of 
tanning oil with a sunscreen factor of four. "You'd better dry off before 
putting it on." 

We both thanked him. Sheila was the first to grab a towel, and the oil, as 
she commented on what a beautiful tan he had. He was standing directly over 
us,' not even two feet away, and seemed pleased that we appreciated his 
summer-long efforts to achieve the bronze color. 

Sheila asked, "What's your natural color?" 

"Too white," he replied with a charming smile. 

"What do you mean by 'too white'? " I inquired. 

Mark pulled down the side of his tiny swimsuit and revealed a few inches of 
white hip. "This color. You could see me in the dark it's so white." 

"Then you'd better keep your clothes on at night," Sheila said, and we all 
laughed. Not that it was so funny, it was just that we were in a silly mood, 
stumbling around for an opening that would achieve our plans. 

Getting Mark to pull down his bathing suit to reveal his true color, was our 
first plan. It didn't work. His bulge was almost directly in our faces, and 
it didn't move as we looked up at it, pretending to study his natural skin 
color. That's when I put plan two into action. 

"Now it's my turn to go," I lied. "Can I use your bathroom Mark?" 

"Sure, go ahead. It's better than ... " 

"Than going in the pool," I finished. "Where is it?" 

"Come on, I'll show you," he said. 

We went in the house and Mark lead the way through the kitchen, down a 
hallway, and pointed to the last door on the right. 

"There you go, right in there." 

"I don't have to go," I admitted. 

"You don't?" He was surprised. 

"No silly." 

"But ... " 

"You wanted to suck my tit didn't you?" I interrupted. Then I brazenly 
pulled my top down with both hands, exposing my tits. 

He instantly broke into a big grin, and said, "Boy, you don't waste time, do 
you?" He reached out, grabbed both tits, and began to fondle them, and at 
the same time planted his mouth firmly on a nipple, and started sucking and 
licking. After a few seconds he reached over, without taking his mouth off 
the nipple, grabbed my hand, and planted it on his already erect cock. 

This time I wasn't shy about grasping it firmly. It seemed even larger than 
I remembered as I stroked it back and forth and tried to shove my tit down 
his throat. Suddenly he pulled away from my chest, and had a serious look. 

"Let's go into the kitchen where we can see if anyone is coming. It's safer 
in there. Besides, I don't want to get anything on the rug." 

Mark didn't wait for an answer. He took my hand and lead me back to the 
kitchen. I followed like an obedient puppy dog with my tits stil! hanging 
out. 

Once in the kitchen, we stood next to the kitchen sink which overlooked the 
back yard and the garage. We could see out, but no one could see in, because 
the windows were high, and we were in the shaded kitchen. Because of the 
bright sun outside, you couldn't see into the house. 

Mark then surprised me by throwing his strong muscled arms around me, and 
planting a kiss firmly on my lips. His actions were rewarded immediately by 
my own arms hugging him, and my lips yeilded to his. I think I was the first 
to insert my tongue into his mouth. Everything happened so fast, that I'm 
not really sure, but I do know that we swapped tongues and hungrily enjoyed 
the moment. 

My tits were pressed tightly against his smooth hairless chest, and I could 
feel his stiff cock grinding into my stomach. I could even feel the hot 
sticky liquid drooling out of the end of his prick as he continued to French 
kiss me, and dry fuck me at the same time. 

I was going wild, returning his grinds against my body, and running my hands 
through his curly blonde hair. I couldn't believe this sexy young blonde god 
was getting so excited over me, and it flattered my ego that he found me so 
exciting. 

Mark was the first to pull his mouth away, and looked quickly out the 
window. Sheila was still at the pool, applying the tanning oil. The coast 
was clear. 

"Mark was still holding me in his arms as he tugged at the top of my suit, 
untied it, and let the halter drop to the floor. Then his hands darted 
between my legs as his mouth returned to my lips. One hand was roaming all 
over my firm ass, and his other hand was rubbing my pussy through the cloth 
material. Before I knew it, he was pulling my bottoms down, and almost had 
my cunt fully exposed before I stopped him. 

"No, Mark. We can't go that far," I protested. 

"I won't put it in, I promise," he panted. "I just want to see all of you." 

"I'm not ready for that Mark, please," I pleaded and I quickly pulled the 
bottoms up. 

"Okay, okay," was all he muttered as he moved his mouth back to my tits, and 
softly munched away. He didn't give up trying to finger fuck me through the 
cloth material, and as his fingers caressed my crack, I could feel my juices 
starting to flow. I was almost ready to climax from his pussy rubbing, when 
he took his hand off my hot hole, and removed his mouth from my tit. He 
stood up. I was still holding onto his throbbing cock and pulling at it. 

"Ellen, jerk it harder, hold it tighter." 

As if he thought I didn't know what he meant, he reached down and placed his 
hand over mine, and squeezed a little tighter. When he was satisfied that I 
was doing it right, he sort of leaned back, and looked down at his own 
swelling prick and watched me masturbate him. 

The next thing I knew, he placed one hand behind the back of my head, and 
gently pulled my head down towards his cock. Instantly I knew what he wanted 
me to do, but for some reason I resisted. It's not that I didn't want to 
suck his prick, for I did. I wanted to know what it was like to suck cock, 
but for some reason I was afraid, now that the opportunity was staring me in 
the face. 

"Put your mouth on it." Mark said it half as a question, and half as a 
statement. 

"I don't want to, Mark." 

"Why? I thought you liked it." 

"I've never done that." 

"I meant, I thought you liked my cock, I thought you liked me." 

"I do, but ... " 

He didn't let me protest further. "Then put your mouth on it for me, come 
on, just for a minute," he coaxed. 

I had stopped jerking his dick, and was looking down at it as he spoke. It 
was sticking straight up, almost hugging his stomach. I had heard that cocks 
stood out horizontally, yet his was about as vertical as it could get, 
almost touching his belly button. Years later I would find out that this 
kind of hard-on was a sure sign of youth. 

I put my hand back on his cock, and rubbed my hand over the big fat head of 
it. Looking at pictures of cocks was one thing, but here was the real thing, 
strong, hard, pulsating, and far more exciting to hold than to look at. 

I pulled at the throbbing flesh until he moaned and his breathing 
intensified. I attempted to pull the skin on the shaft up over the bulging 
head, but couldn't. 

My sister was right. Mark was definitely circumcised. At this stage of my 
life, I was still uncertain as to why some men were cut, and some weren't, 
and didn't give it much thought at that moment. As I played with his 
luscious tool, I remember thinking that I had to tell Sheila she was right. 

An almost clear liquid was drooling out of the hole, and with my thumb and 
forefinger, I felt it. The oozing liquid was warm and slippery feeling, and 
not like the load of cum he had shot the time before. 

"What's that?" I asked. "It's all wet." 

He didn't explain it was Nature's own lubricant. Maybe he didn't know. 
"Don't worry about it, I'll wipe it off. 

He reached over the kitchen sink, grabbed a paper towel, and patted his hard 
penis. "Come on Ellen, just a little bit," he coaxed, and again tried to 
pull my head down to the monster staring me in the face. Again, I resisted. 

"I don't want to Mark, really." 

It was a lie. I did want to. Why I played this dumb hard to get game with 
him, I don't know. Perhaps I was still trying to be a 'good girl'. Perhaps I 
was afraid of not being respected. All my life I heard that men only want to 
use girls for their own pleasure, and smart girls controlled their emotions, 
and didn't allow themselves to be used. Whatever the reason, I resisted my 
strong desire to plunge my mouth on it. 

Maybe Mark felt he had to get me hotter, because he didn't push the issue. 
Instead, he lowered his head and planted his warm mouth back on my tit. His 
tongue started licking one nipple, then the other, as his hands were busy 
fondling the meaty flesh of my tits. His hot mouth felt wonderful. 

When his hand darted from one of my tits down to my covered hole, it felt 
even better. As he rubbed up and down rapidly with his ringers, I found 
myself responding by grinding my pussy against his hand. 

Still holding Mark's big long fat cock, I looked down at his balls. They 
were bobbing up and down in the big sack containing them. Every time I 
pulled on his shaft, they would lift up, and than drop lower on the 
back-stroke. I found myself getting really turned on now by his balls. They 
intrigued me. 

Lifting my eyes from his nuts, to his cock, to his pulsating cock, up to his 
hungry mouth working on my tits, I caught a glimpse of a movement outside. I 
jerked around and looked out the kitchen window and saw Sheila approaching 
the back door! She was halfway towards us. 

Sensing my panic, Mark lifted his head and saw what I did. He immediately 
stood up, and stuffed his hard organ into those tiny swim trunks, and picked 
up my top. 

"Hurry up," he said, "put it on." 

I had just managed to get the damn thing over my nipples, and was just about 
to tie the strings in back when Sheila walked in. She hadn't bothered to 
knock, or to announce herself. 

"Hey guys, what's taking so long?" she asked as she stepped into the 
kitchen. Then it must have been instantly crystal clear to her. She froze 
and surveyed the scene. Me, with my top half on. Mark with an obvious 
hard-on, only three feet away. A paper towel crumbled up on the floor. 
Sheila said later, that Mark's face was one of horror and guilt, and mine 
showed utter surprise. 

"I'll be a son of a bitch! You're trying to fuck my sister! Or, have you?" 
Sheila looked directly at Mark. Maybe she was a bit jealous, but of course I 
knew she wasn't as angry as she pretended. 

Mark's face was crimson. He stammered, "No, you've got it wrong Sheila. 
Nothing happened." 

"Oh no? That happened," she was pointing at his crotch. It was still hard as 
hell, because everything happened so quickly it didn't have time to go down. 
"You damn well can't hide that fact Mark Brody!" 

Mark looked down at his prick as if he couldn't believe it showed, while I 
continued putting on my top and tying it. 

I couldn't understand why Sheila was being so tough on the guy, but didn't 
say anything until she turned to me an asked, "Did he fuck you?" 

"No, no, of course not," I mumbled. 

"Was he trying to?" 

"Not really." 

"What the hell does that mean? Either he tried to or he didn't." 

She didn't give up and I was very confused by how strong she was coming on. 
I didn't know if she was angry at me for leaving her out of the happenings 
or not. 

"Look, Sheila, nothing happened. We just played around a little, okay?" 
Mark's voice was a little shaky and uneven. "Calm down will you, really, 
nothing happened." 

Sheila ignored him, and looked me right in the eye as she commanded, "Ellen, 
tell me 'yes' or 'no', did he ask to have sex with you?" 

"Yes." For some reason I couldn't lie to her. 

"Exactly what did he say?" 

"Well, he asked if I would put my mouth on it," I stammered. Then, looking 
at Mark, I felt terrible for saying it. I felt like a rat. 

"You don't say?" she murmured, and then she started to laugh. 

Mark and I exchanged puzzled looks. Her sudden change startled us. 

"Mr. Brody, drop your pants," she commanded, "I want to see for myself what 
you wanted sucked." Sheila stood there and crossed her arms in a very 
authoritative pose. 

Mark didn't move. He looked at her in disbelief, as if he couldn't believe 
he heard her right. 

"Come on, drop them." she repeated. 

Without protesting, Mark lowered his bathing suit exposing a big limp cock. 
His face was red with embarrassment. 

"Not bad, not bad at all," she said, and the smile was a bit arrogant. "Take 
them all the way off, I want to see you totally naked. 

Again, Mark obeyed. He probably felt he was in no position to argue with 
her. He dropped the suit lower, and removed his legs from them, and let the 
suit drop to the floor. He stood awkwardly, not knowing what would happen 
next. I too, was wondering what the hell she was up to. 

"Sit down, Mark, make yourself comfortable." 

"Sit down?" he asked in disbelief. 

"Yes, sit down. Go on, sit down on the floor." 

Mark sat down and crossed his legs. 

We both watched Sheila in amazement. Slowly, and without a word, she removed 
her bathing suit and tossed it on top of Mark's. Stark naked, and still 
smiling coyly, she began to massage her tits with one hand, and her hair 
covered twat with the other. 

"Open your legs, let us both see your fucking cock. Let's see what you want 
sucked." 

Mark opened his legs, and while Sheila and I gaped at his dangling flesh, he 
stared in wonder at the show Sheila was performing almost directly in front 
of his face. 

"Is the thought of having our lips on your cock exciting to you Mark?" Her 
voice was now low, and sexy. "Is it Mark? Come on, tell me the truth. Would 
you like to have our mouths on your dick?" 

Mark nodded his head without saying a word. It was plain to see he was 
beginning to relax now. The red face was gone, and there was a touch of a 
smile on the corners of his beautiful face as he checked out my naked 
sister. His meat was slowly puffing up with renewed excitement. 

"Come on, Ellen, strip. Mark wants to see us both naked, don't you Mark?" 

Sheila took a step towards me, and untied my suit top, and threw it on the 
floor. She was standing half beside me, and half behind me, when she pushed 
the bottoms down to my knees, exposing my cunt to Mark. I stepped out of 
them myself, and then felt Sheila's hands wrap around me from the back. She 
cupped my tits with her hands, and fondled them gently. 

Mark started to get up from the floor, but Sheila quickly said, "Stay right 
there, don't move." He returned to the floor. His prick was sticking 
straight up now. The sight of two young naked sisters in front of his homey 
eyes was driving him crazy with lust. He wanted action, and the promise of 
it was looking him in the face. 

"Do you like his cock?" She was talking into my ear, but loud enough for 
Mark to hear. 

"Yea, it's nice, don't you?" 

"Oh yes, it is pretty. And big too. Would you want to suck on it?" 

"I don't know." 

"He want s it sucked Ellen." 

"I know." 

Mark was gently stroking his prick as we spoke. His legs were now 
spread-eagled as far apart as they would go, and he was exposing himself to 
our eyes obviously proud of his equipment, and the attention we were giving 
it. 

"They say men love blow jobs honey. They love to face-fuck women. Should we 
let him put that big hunk of meat in our mouths?" 

I was a little surprised at her question. Up to now I had thought my sister 
only wanted to play with his pecker, as I had done, and perhaps let Mark 
nibble on her titties. Now, here she was asking me if we should become cock 
suckers! 

"If you want to, go ahead," is all I could say in answer. Yet I had the 
feeling that she didn't need an answer, or didn't care if she got one. 

"But that works two ways. Women like to have their pussies licked too. How 
about it Mark, would you like to stick your tongue up here?" She had a 
finger inside her hole as she addressed Mark. He just looked in disbelief, 
as if he didn't comprehend the question. 

My sister walked over to him, planted her pussy directly over his head, and 
pulled her cunt lips apart, showing him the pink flesh inside her body. 

"Before we give you an answer about sucking your cock, show us how you eat 
pussy. Put your tongue in there." 

Mark did as I had done. He pulled back. 

"I've never done it," he protested. 

"And my little sister has never sucked a dick." 

She bent her knees, lowering her crack in front of his mouth, and urged, "Go 
on, lick it, and I won't tell anyone what you tried to do with my baby 
sister." 

It was blackmail. Sheila was more devious than I thought. She had quickly 
sized up the situation she had walked in on, and almost instantly planned 
her course of action to suit her. I was gloating with pride at how clever 
she was. 

Mark obeyed at once by planting his mouth on her hairy box. Sheila responded 
by lowering her body, pushing him to the floor with her knees on each side 
of his head. She was now sitting on his chest with her pussy firmly against 
his mouth. 

"Come on Mark, start licking. Put your tongue in there. That's it, that's 
it. Lick it. 

I walked around to look at the action going on. Mark had his eyes closed, 
and his mouth was covered with my sister's cunt. She reached around with one 
hand and grabbed at his cock, and began pumping it. 

Mark made a few gagging noises as her muff pressed against his face, and 
sort of rocked his head back and forth. I couldn't determine if he was 
trying to get away from her box, or if he was trying to get his face further 
inside. What I could determine, was the fact that he was boiling hot. 

Mark's monstrous cock was rock hard and pulsating. There was a long blue 
vein running the full length under his throbbing prick. The head was real 
pink, with juice flowing out of the hole. One didn't have to be an expert on 
human anatomy to know that this blonde handsome stud with a face full of 
pussy was turned on. 

My own juices were flowing at the excitement of the scene before my young 
eyes. I started to seriously consider what it would be like to put that big 
banana in my mouth. The more I examined it, the more delicious it looked. I 
was beginning to get braver, and took a step closer, wondering if how much 
of it would fit into my mouth. 

I probably would have dived on it, and found outright then and there, except 
for one thing. My sister reached out with one hand, grabbed my ass, and 
pulled me towards her. Instantly, her face was buried in my cunt, and her 
tongue went straight to my clit. 

Sheila went wild with her movements. She was like an caged animal trying to 
escape. It was if there were only two exits; Mark's mouth, and my pussy, and 
she was shoving at both openings. 

As she started to plunge her tongue in and out of me, I could hear Mark 
groaning and slurping at her grinding pussy. This time I realized his noises 
were brought about by pure pleasure. He was getting in to it, for sure, and 
loving it. 

When Sheila pulled back from his face a few inches, I could see Mark's red 
tongue darting in and out of my sister's hot box like a snake. He was 
squirming and twisting. He now had both hands at her cunt lips, trying to 
pry them apart so he could get further in. Sheila's juices had made his face 
slimy and wet, as mine were doing to her face. 

My sister and I started to moan at the same time at the intense pleasure of 
being eaten out. I think I was the first to reach an orgasm, but she quickly 
followed, filling Mark's mouth with her climax. 

If he was shocked, or surprised, he didn't show it. Looking down at him, one 
would have thought he had been licking pussy since child birth. He kept his 
eyes closed during the entire meal of cunt. Maybe it was partially due to 
the fact that he didn't want to have his eyes stuffed with her pubic hairs. 

Anyway, it later dawned on me, that Mark probably didn't know that my sister 
was having a meal of muff pie at the same time he was. He was so busy and 
intent on licking up her juices, and tongue massaging her clit, that he 
probably didn't care what was going on around him. He was in his own world 
down there. 

I myself had three or four climaxes as Sheila ate me out, as I pulled, 
pawed, and manipulated my tits. Every once in awhile I would reach down a 
grab a handful of her tit, and squeeze her nipple gently. Sheila kept a hand 
on my ass, as if she was afraid I'd run away, and never took her other hand 
off the stiff cock drooling with pre-ejaculation jism. 

I was so damn hot that I had made up my mind that I definitely wanted to 
plant my mouth on Marks's shaft, and taste him. I wanted his liquid in my 
mouth. I wanted to find out if his hot manly juices were as delicious and 
sensual as my sister's. Sheila and Mark had me so worked up that the idea of 
sucking cock was no longer repulsive. 

I was wondering if, and how, I could handle the big white load of cum that 
he would shoot. I was asking my self questions. What would it taste like? 
Would I gag? Could I swallow it all, like I heard a woman is suppose to? 

The whole idea of sucking off Mark, was sending me into the twilight zone, 
and it caused me to let out a shivering moan as I climaxed again, pouring 
even more juices into Sheila's mouth. 

The trouble was, it was not just us having a climax. It was a three way 
affair. Yes. All three of us shot our juices at the same time. 

As Sheila was licking out the last drop of my orgasm, I saw her buckle and 
quiver, and release more of her liquid in Mark's mouth. At the same time, 
Mark shot his load. While her juices were flowing in his mouth, he pushed 
his hips up as far as he could, and shot two or three streams of hot white 
sperm all over her ass and his stomach. 

I was the first to step back. Grabbing a hand full of paper towels, I 
turned, and saw Mark's full face for the first time since Sheila pushed her 
cunt into his mouth. We all had big tremendous happy grins on our faces. 
Mark was the first to utter a word. It described how we all felt ... 

"Wow!" 

None of us were ready for the next words we heard. 

"Oh my God! Oh my dear God!" shrieked Mrs. Brody, in stunned disbelief, as 
she leaned heavily against the back door. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

One would have thought she was viewing a bloody massacre. Mrs. Brody clung 
to the door, wailing and moaning, but not in the manner we had wailed and 
moaned while getting our rocks off. 

She almost went into a state of shock, and the look of utter disbelief 
probably matched the look of utter disbelief on our faces as well. Mrs. 
Brody surveyed the entire scene in front of her several times. Her eyes kept 
roaming from one naked body to the other, as she rambled on and on. She 
could have been a stereotype Jewish mother, doing all the talking with no 
one answering her, and not really wanting an answer. 

"Oh my God! Oh my God! I don't believe it. How could you do this?" 

If I had the presence of mind that I do as I'm telling this story, I sure 
could have given her an answer. But, none of us could believe it either; she 
was actually standing there. 

"like animals. Yes, like animals. That's what you are, animals!" she 
screamed. 

"Ohhh, I don't believe it, I don't believe it!" 

While she was bemoaning the visual sight before her eyes, we were trying to 
cover up. Mark had drawn his knees up and was sitting in a fetal-like 
position. Sheila turned her back on Mrs. Brody, and was pawing at the pile 
of clothes on the floor. I tried unsuccessfully to cover my two tits with 
one hand full of paper towels, and my snatch with the other. 

"Just wait until your father gets home," she threatened. 

"Ohh my God, my dear God. 

"You pigs couldn't wait for me to leave the house, could you?" 

Half of her sentence was true, but I certainly didn't agree with the "pig" 
part. 

"Get dressed immediately," she commanded. Then for some dumb reason she 
added, "all of you." 

We scrambled around, found our clothing, and obeyed her command, as if the 
clothing would afford us some protection from her anger and fury. It didn't 
very long to accomplish our mission. We probably got dressed faster than we 
had gotten undressed. 

"I want you young pigs out of my house now! Go on, get out, and don't you 
ever return. Leave my son alone, do you hear me!" She stepped into the 
kitchen and pointed to the door. 

We didn't bother to answer her. We quickly departed, and ran all the way 
home. 

For some reason we went directly to our own bedroom and locked the door, 
even though no one was home. Maybe we were unconsciously afraid that she 
would follow us. But, our main fear was our own parents. Mom and Dad would 
have a fit that would make Mrs. Brody's seem mild. 

"What are we going to do now?" I questioned Sheila. 

"Nothing, except claim rape." 

"We can't do that! We didn't get fucked!" 

"No one knows that except us," Sheila pouted. 

""Are you suggesting that we tell Mom & Dad that Mark fucked us? That he 
forced us? You wouldn't do that to Mark, would you Sheila?" 

"No, I guess not. I don't know, I just don't know." 

"If we stress the fact that we're still virgins, they won't take it so bad." 
This statement of mine seemed to cheer her up a little. 

"Yea, maybe you're right. All Mrs. Brody saw, was you standing there with a 
handful of paper towels, and me sitting on Mark's stomach. I don't think she 
saw us doing it." 

Then I started to giggle. We were frightened almost out of our wits, yet the 
mental picture of Mrs. Brody standing in that doorway, and seeing what she 
did, all of a sudden became hysterical. "She saw his hard-on," I said in 
between my giggling. "I noticed it didn't go down when he shot his load. She 
can't honestly think he was unwilling." 

"Yea, and she must have seen his load of jism all over my ass, too." Sheila 
had a little smirk on her face as she reached back and felt the dried cum. 
"I wonder if she was including Mark, when she called us 'pigs'. " 

We spent roughly fifteen minutes discussing how our parents might react, and 
the actions they would take, and possible punishment. We were also wondering 
what was happening, and what would happen at the Brody household when Mark's 
father heard the news, when our telephone rang. 

The telephone was at the foot of the stairs, and we could hear it faintly 
through our closed door. It rang many times before Sheila jumped up and ran 
down to answer it. I didn't know who it was until Sheila returned. 

"Guess who?" 

"Mom? Dad?" 

"Nope, guess again." 

"Come on, don't play games. Who was it?" I pleaded. 

"One more try." 

"Not Mark?" I asked, half hoping it was, in order to find out what was going 
on over at his house. 

"Close, but no cigar. Try Mrs. Brody." 

"Your kidding! She called here?" For some reason, the idea hadn't occurred 
to me that she would call. But then I thought of course she would, in order 
to inform our parents of what she had seen. 

Sheila was sitting on the bed with me, and for the first time since the 
shock of being seen nude by Mark's mother, her face had a relaxed look 

"Calm down, calm down. We might be in the dear." She reached out and held my 
hands in hers as she continued. 

"She went on and on, telling me how shocked she is at our sinful actions. 
She was very, very calm. She also wanted to know how long we had been doing 
such things." 

"What did you tell her?"' I interrupted 

"I said something about nothing really happened, that we just played around 
a little, and that were still virgins. I don't recall my exact words. 

"Anyway, she went on to say that because Mark is the oldest, she blames him 
just as much as us." 

"Big deal," I said sarcastically. "Who gives a fuck who she blames?" 

"Listen to me a minute will you? 

"Okay, okay, go ahead." 

"Get this," she squeezed my hands tighter in her excitement, "she's not 
going to tell Mom or Dad!" 

"Your shitting? Really." 

"That's right, really. But, there are strings attached ... " 

She didn't get a chance to finish before I broke in sarcastically. "She 
probably saw you eating me out. and now wants her box cleaned out too." 

"Ellen! Don't be so crude. Just listen, will you?' 

But I didn't follow her advice. I guess I was so angry at being caught I 
just had to strike hack at Mrs. Brody. "Okay, I won't be crude. How about 
Mrs. Prim and Proper, who is married to Mr. Missionary Position, desires 
some oral sex to break up her otherwise dull existence, and exchange for 
your services, she will remain silent about the sinful way you seduced her 
poor boy, and ravaged your own sister?" 

"Sheila was laughing. "You're too much. "You really are crazy, you know 
that?" No. seriously, listen to this. 

"She feels it would serve no advantage to either household by telling her 
husband, or our parents. In fact, she thinks Reverend Brody couldn't handle 
it, and would come down on Mark much too harshly. And, she said although she 
doesn't know how our parents would handle it, she suspects it would be 
devastating news for months, and maybe years to come. So, she's not going to 
tell! Can you believe it?" 

"Come on, what are the strings?" 

"Oh, I had to promise her that neither of us would see Mark again, that we'd 
stay away from him." 

"We've got to see him in school this year," I pointed out. 

"You know what she means. Besides, we're all in different grades, so there's 
no real socializing to speak of. Anyway, I made the promise. For the both of 
us. Come on. Look happy will you?" 

My sister had such a big smile of happiness on her face, that I had to 
return it, although I didn't like the idea of staying away from Mark. Hell, 
I was just starting to get turned on by him, and now as I think back on it, 
I truly believe I was just a little in love with him. 

Sitting there hearing the news that I would now have to refrain from seeing 
Mark, made me more than a little sorry that I didn't dive on his cock, and 
suck every drop of his manly juices. I was sorry just then that I had been 
so afraid to do what he had asked, and obviously wanted done so much. But, 
considering the severity of the situation, and knowing that all hell would 
break loose if our parents learned of our affair in the Brody's kitchen, I 
knew it was best to agree to Mrs. Brody's wishes. But, my inborn 
stubbornness just forced me to ask another question. 

"What if we don't stop seeing Mark, and she finds out?" 

"She made it plain that she would immediately inform our parents if we broke 
our promise, even if Mark himself is the one to make contact with us. 

"She says, when we're all eighteen, we can do as we see fit, but until then, 
she doesn't want us near him." 

I shrugged, saying, "Well, it was nice while it lasted." 

"Come on Ellen, there are more cocks around for us to play with. We'll just 
have to be more careful next time." 

"Was his tongue better than mine?" 

She answered me by kissing me firmly on the lips. Our arms wrapped around 
each other, and we tumbled back on the bed, and were just starting to get 
passionately involved, when we heard the faint ringing of the telephone 
again. Reluctantly we broke apart, but this time it was I who went to answer 
it. 

It was only Pete, the bartender, Dad's best friend, calling to speak to 
Mother. He probably felt he had to explain the reason he was calling once I 
informed him that Mom wouldn't be home until dinner. It was something about 
wanting to throw a surprise birthday party for our father, and he would get 
back to Mother, and would I not mention the fact he called. 

Pete wasn't just a bartender. He also taught Physical Education over at 
Lincoln High, the next town over. Tending bar was his summer job, and night 
job during school season. Mom didn't particularly like Pete, we knew that. 
As I listened to his deep baritone voice, I recalled what I had heard about 
Pete having poor control of his sexual impulses. Mom had told Father once, 
that she thought Pete was a wolf in sheep's clothing. That made my Father 
laugh, and admit it was probably true. Mom also thought Pete should have 
been married years ago, with children of his own, instead of being a 
playboy. 

I liked Pete, in spite of the fact that he was old. He was around 
thirty-five or so, my Father's age, and being a Phys. Ed. teacher, he was in 
pretty good shape. He was tall and beefy, with sharp angular features, and 
had great hair. I always noticed his hair when Dad brought him around. It 
was thick and wavy with just a hint of gray, and always well groomed. He was 
quite reserved for a such a big guy, and I sensed an unusual sensitivity 
about him that appealed to me. As I listened to Pete, I wondered for the 
first time, what he had between his legs, and mentally undressed him. I 
pictured him with a little bigger version of Mark's cock, only because he 
was taller than Mark. I wondered if Pete liked having his prick sucked. I 
must have unconsciously relayed my sensual thoughts to him. 

"Are you okay Ellen?" he asked. 

"Of course." I purred, "why do you ask?" 

"I don't know, uhh, you just sound a little different, that's all." 

"What do you mean by. "a little different', Pete?" 

"I'm not sure Ellen. Maybe just a little more grown up, that's all. Your 
voice seems to be," he gave a long pause before finishing with, "rather 
mature today." 

"Well Pete. I am almost fifteen, you know." 

"Yea, that's probably it. You're growing up." 

That was the extent of our conversation, and we said goodbye, and I promised 
again not to mention to Dad that he called. I do remember thinking that 
perhaps I was turning into a slut, because all I was thinking about for the 
last couple of days was sex. Here I was, mentally undressing my father's 
best friend, and wondering what kind of equipment he had, and how he liked 
to use it. And, I knew full well that I had cooed like a sex goddess on the 
phone. 

When I returned to the bedroom. I didn't confess to Sheila my innermost 
thoughts about Pete. I just told here the gist of the conversation, and Pete 
was quickly forgotten when we agreed to wash off the foam from our bodies, 
and head for the mall. 

The mall was about two miles from our home. and we had to walk. We had done 
it hundreds of times. What made the walk unusual that day, was our 
conversation. 

"I almost put my mouth on Mark's cock today," I confessed. "You did?" 

"I probably would have too, except we all came together, practically." 

"You know something Ellen, I thought about doing the same thing! At one 
point, I wanted to turn around into a sixty-nine position, and replace my 
hand with my mouth. But, I didn't want to stop pleasing you either. I wonder 
what it's like to have a mouth full of hot meat?" 

"I think I would have loved seeing you suck his prick." I was telling her 
the truth. "He is a stud, isn't he." 

"You can say that again. I don't know which is more beautiful, his face or 
his dick." She rolled her eyes as she spoke. 

"You said, 'there are more cocks around for us to play with', " I reminded 
her. "Did you have any particular one in mind when you said that?" 

My sister thought the question was hysterical. She started laughing hard, 
threw a playful punch at me, and said, "No, but we could have any guy we 
wanted to. That's the advantage of being female. Guys are always hot, and 
all they think about is getting their rocks off. We're the ones in control 
of our bodies, not them. You never hear of a guy getting raped, they're 
always willing." 

"Yea, I guess you're right." 

As we walked along the heavy residential neighborhood, we continued talking 
about sex. Sheila waved at Mr. Pinkerton, and old retired Army officer 
mowing his lawn. Mr. Pinkerton's belly was like the Goodyear blimp, so it 
struck us as unusually comical when Sheila said, "I bet even he would like 
to have the two of us play with his dong. That is, if we could find it." 

We were thoroughly enjoying our raunchy moods, and the bond of sexual 
awareness. We were coming out of our closets, so to speak, when we 
approached the Whitman house. It was one of the biggest houses in 
Canterville, and belonged to Doctor Whitman. He needed such a big house, 
because he had eleven kids, ranging from around six to twenty years old. His 
wife had one almost every year. Brad Whitman, the oldest, was in the 
driveway, washing his new Mustang. Because we were so much younger than 
Brad, we didn't know him very well, but as we approached, Sheila stunned me 
by suggesting that we should see if we could turn him on. 

"Yea, let's see if we can make him hot," Sheila said. "Wouldn't it be fun to 
tease him? He is kind of cute." 

"He won't look twice at us," I suggested. "Remember what I said about all 
guys just think about? Let's prove it." 

"I'm game, but you do the talking." 

Brad was only about five feet eight inches tall, with brown hair and brown 
eyes. He was cute, as my sister had said, but he wasn't someone that would 
stand out in a crowd. We knew he was very intelligent though, because he had 
won a scholarship at Yale Medical School, and was going to follow in his 
father's footsteps and become a doctor. 

My sister waved and shouted, "Hi, Brad!" as we drew closer. He looked up, 
smiled, and returned the greeting. "Nice looking set of wheels, can we take 
a look?" 

"Sure, come on over." His pride in the car was obvious. 

We walked over, just as he turned off the hose, having finished rinsing off 
the soap. My eyes went immediately to his blue jeans. Nothing was showing. 
Not even a slight hump. What a disappointment. I recalled hearing from my 
girl friends at school, that there are two types of cocks. Some hang down, 
and swing up when they get hard; some are extremely short, but grow straight 
out when excited. I quickly determined that Brad must possess the periscope 
type. 

"What are you girls up to?" 

"Nothing much, just going to the mall to buy a few things." 

"like what for instance?" 

"You don't really want to know," my sister said in a teasing manner. 

"Yes I do. Come on, what are you going to buy?" 

"Sanitary napkins." 

Even I wasn't prepared for her answer. Brad's face turned red. He dropped 
his eyes, and merely said, "Oh." 

Sheila wasn't about to give the guy a break. "Mom needs them. It's not our 
time of the month, not yet." I think she was putting the idea in his head 
that we were old enough to use them, plus the fact she was enjoying his 
discomfort. 

"Brad, can I climb in?" I asked, trying to change the subject quickly. "It's 
a neat looking car." 

"Sure, go ahead." 

Sheila and I went through the motions of inspecting the Mustang, while Brad 
was wiping the car down with dry rags. Sheila called out, "Will you give us 
a ride in it Brad?" 

"Sure, wait just a few minutes and I'll give you a spin." 

When we pulled out of the driveway, all three of us were in the front seat. 
Sheila insisting on the middle. Brad drove around several blocks, proud as a 
peacock at the attention his car was getting. It was Sheila who suggested he 
take a spin out to Catfish Lake, which was about five miles out of town, and 
along wooded country roads. Brad agreed, and headed West, with the radio 
blaring. 

I noticed Sheila's leg pressed against Brad's, and if he felt it, he didn't 
give any indication. When we went around a sharp turn a little too fast, we 
were tossed towards the driver's side, and Sheila planted her left hand 
firmly on Brad's leg, probably only about eight inches from the target zone. 

"Sorry about that girls," he said without really sounding sorry. 

Sheila didn't remove her hand when we were back on a straight stretch of 
road. Brad continued to pretend that he was unaware of her flesh against 
his. It wasn't working. We were not getting him worked up. Nothing showed. 
Maybe, I thought, he didn't like girls. 

When an upbeat song came on the radio which we all liked, I glanced over and 
noticed Brad moving his leg to the rhythm, and Sheila's fingers were also 
tapping the same beat on his leg. She had moved her hand up even closer. She 
told me later, that she was also putting a lot of pressure on his leg with 
hers, and he didn't resist, or pull away. That was the reason she got so 
brave. 

I didn't see her when she actually made her move and grabbed his prick. She 
said she wanted to find another radio station, leaned forward in the seat, 
and started spinning the dial. At the very same time she slid her hand 
directly into his crotch, and started groping him. Almost instantly she felt 
him respond to her probing fingers. When she sat back, she nudged me with 
her right elbow, and I looked over to see her with a handful of stiff meat 
beneath his jeans. 

When Brad looked over nervously and knew that I was aware of what was 
happening, he said quickly, "Sheila, I don't think you should be doing 
that." 

"Why not?" she asked, and continued to open and close her fist. 

"It's not right, that's why?" 

"You like it don't you Brad?" 

"Yes, I like it, but you're too young, the both of you. It's just not 
right." 

"Too young for what? To know what we want? Don't you like us?" 

"Of course I like you, but there are laws against someone my age letting you 
do it." He pushed her hand down, and when he did, I could see the perfect 
outline of a six or seven inch piece of hard meat. Sheila's hand went right 
back to it, and hung on. 

"Let's make a deal. If you don't tell, we won't either. No one has to know 
if you don't say anything." 

"Why don't you fool around with guys your own age?" he asked. "God knows you 
could get any guy you wanted." 

"Because they would tell everyone, and ruin our reputations." It was a good 
point. Brad wouldn't dare say anything. 

Before Brad had a chance to respond to her answer, I quickly found out that 
not only wasn't he wearing a belt, he wasn't wearing underwear either. 
Sheila had reached over with both hands, and pulled at the top of his jeans, 
and every snap released, exposing his blood-red cock, as he drove. 

Her hand wrapped around it. "Wow, your cock is beautiful Brad. Don't you 
think so Ellen." 

"It sure is," I drooled. 

He slowed the car, and said, "You kids are crazy, you know that? Do you do 
this sort of thing often?" 

Instead of answering, Sheila told him to find a place to pull off the road, 
where we could have some privacy. She also took my hand and directed it to 
his balls. When he spread his legs apart as far as he could, I knew we had 
overcome any and all resistance Brad had thought of putting up. 

A short distance later, he found a dirt road that led to an abandoned gravel 
pit, and drove down it. At the end, he turned off the engine, and asked, 
"Now what is your next command?" 

"Let's take a walk into the woods," I suggested. 

"Would you like for me to bring the blanket in my trunk?" he asked with a 
big smile of anticipation. 

"Terrific idea!" Sheila said. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

We found an ideal spot about one hundred yards into the woods. It was a 
clearing about twenty feet in diameter, under a huge oak tree. The place was 
deserted, and would afford complete privacy. 

Brad wasted no time in spreading the big blanket on the ground. "Okay, you 
foxy looking babes, who wants to get fucked first?" 

"Neither of us," Sheila said. "We want to keep our virginity." 

"Oh hell, I thought this was going to be my lucky day. I never had two 
beautiful sisters at the same time, even if you are jailbait." 

"And we've never had a beautiful twenty year old guy at the same time," I 
said. 

"We just want to play with your dong, and watch it spurt," said Sheila. 
We're trying to find out how those things work," she lied, because we 
already knew. 

No one had to suggest that we take our clothes off. We were doing that 
automatically. Brad was the first to get totally naked, and plopped down on 
the blanket watching us take off the last pieces. 

"You two certainly are beautiful." 

We smiled at his admiration of our bodies, and quickly became totally nude, 
and sat on the blanket next to him. Without any hesitation, I reached out 
and took his cock in my hand, while at the same instant Brad pulled my 
sister's lips to his, and they kissed passionately. 

I inspected this new piece of meat carefully. It too, was circumcised, but 
not as large as Mark's, either in thickness, or in length, but it was just 
as hard. The only other contrast was in the color. Brad's pecker was more 
red in color, and didn't have such a large tulip bulb head. It was just as 
exciting to hold, and throbbed with excitement. 

Sheila broke away from her tongue kissing, and looked down at me fondling 
his tool. "Go ahead 

Ellen, do it. Put your mouth on it." 

I smiled in response to her coaxing, opened my mouth wide, held my breath, 
and went down. As soon as my lips made contact, Brad let out a loud sigh of 
pleasure. At first, I just slid my lips up and down over the head of his 
cock, for this was a whole new experience, and I approached it carefully. I 
could taste the pre-cum semen that was dribbling out. It was a little salty, 
but otherwise not unpleasant. Sort of like sucking on a fat pretzel. 

My parted lips moved past the circumcised ridge and pumped up and down in 
longer strokes, taking about half of his length each time. I was afraid that 
my teeth would hurt him, and probably had my mouth open more than I should 
have in order to avoid biting his flesh. The sensation of having him in my 
mouth was wonderful. I loved it, and quickly began to relax, and to suck as 
if I had been doing it all my life. I found myself working my mouth up and 
down with a passion and excitement that I didn't know was possible. It was 
different from sucking pussy, although I wasn't really trying to compare the 
two at that moment. It was like I was trying to get a last lick on a 
lollypop before someone came along and took it away. 

The only problem I had, was my mouth got tired quickly, plus I still had the 
fear of choking on a load of cum. I was afraid that he would shoot a huge 
wad of cum into my mouth, and I would gag. 

I wasn't so much afraid of tasting his cum, as I was of not being able to 
handle it, but I was a little apprehensive. But, because of my mouth getting 
sore and tired so quickly, I didn't suck on him for long. 

I pulled my lips off, and started to lick his shaft. First, up one side, 
then the other, and up and across the head which still oozed juice. I used 
my tongue to lick every inch of his meat, and it drove him wild. All the 
while that my tongue was playing up, down, and around, one hand was gently 
playing with his tight balls. The ball technique was in a book I had read, 
and it seemed to be working nicely. I remember the book saying that men 
loved their balls caressed and licked, but very gently because it was an 
extremely sensitive area. 

Sheila broke away now and then from her passionate kisses with Brad, to 
examine the action going on down below her. When I looked up at her, we 
would exchange knowing smiles, but I didn't stop licking. Her eyes were wide 
with excitement, and I knew sooner or later we would be swapping positions. 

Brad's hands were busy too. One hand was gently pinching her hard nipple, 
and the other was thrust into her pussy. 

When I pulled my mouth back a few inches from his swollen muscle, I 
continued to examine and admire the beauty of a male organ. It was a far 
greater turn-on than I had imagined, and my own box was full of sticky cum 
from my first climax. Up until this moment, I had always been afraid of the 
idea of giving head, but now I had overcome that fear, and was enjoying 
every inch. The only fear I had at the moment, was of hurting him with my 
teeth, and swallowing the load I knew would come eventually. I wanted to see 
it spurt out, rather than feel it slide down my throat. 

So, instead of resuming the blow job, I started to lick his hairy balls, 
ever so gently. Brad couldn't get his legs spread apart far enough it 
seemed, as he moaned. Being very careful not to hurt those tender round 
marbles, I prodded at them gently with my tongue, licking and then blowing 
on them. I held the sack containing his nut in one hand, and lifted them up, 
and stuck my tongue under his sack. Brad helped me by raising his hips, and 
my wet tongue lubricated his perineum. I almost was licking his ass-hole, 
and was ecstatic over the obvious pleasure my technique was bringing the 
both of us. 

Just as I was slowly licking and kissing my way back to his pulsating pole, 
Sheila's hand reached down and started jerking on it. I pulled my face away, 
and licked the drooling saliva from my lips, and we grinned at one another, 
before she twisted her body, and plunged her own mouth onto his cock. 

I had an orgasm right then and there, watching my sister bob up and down on 
Brad's cock. It was a fantastic turn on, seeing her blonde hair tumbling 
around as she gobbled every inch possible. Not yet being expert cock 
suckers, we of course were not able to take his full erection down to the 
hilt, but we were devouring as much as possible. 

Sheila's head was rocking back and forth, and she gagged and choked a couple 
of times, but like a trooper, didn't give up. She was making wild 
animal-like noises, and slurping at the same time. 

Brad reached out, and drew me to him, and we swapped spit for several 
minutes while Sheila went crazy on her cocksicle. Brad then sort of pulled 
me up a little, and started stuffing one of my tits in his mouth. His tongue 
was hot and strong, and I could feel my nipple harden. 

While he was devouring my tit, I felt his hands wrap around my ass. One hand 
on each cheek. He kneaded my cheeks like bread dough, and slowly moved a 
finger to my anus, pushing and prodding at the opening. It turned me on, 
because this area was super sensitive, but I was afraid he would try to 
penetrate my ass with his finger, and cause me pain. And, I think he was 
trying to do just that, shove a finger or two up there, but when he applied 
more pressure, I moved my hips up higher, towards his face. 

I'm not sure what motivated him next. Sheila's hungry mouth, or the sight of 
my twat only a few inches away, but it's not important. The next thing 

I knew, he put both hands firmly on the cheeks of my ass, and pulled my cunt 
to his face. His tongue had no trouble finding my slippery lubricated hole. 
His first exploratory thrusts sent chills of delight through my young body, 
and within seconds he was tasting my cum. I'm sure I had three or four 
climaxes in a row, before he rolled me off, and panted for air. 

His breathing was deep and heavy. I must have really ground my snatch into 
his mouth and nose much harder than was comfortable. 

Sheila interrupted her feast, and put her head on his stomach, looking up at 
the both of us, yet not letting go of his pole. We all had very satisfied 
smiles at the action so far, and knew there was more cum to come. This was 
just a pause to catch our breaths. 

"Still think we're too young Brad?" Sheila knew the answer without asking 
it. 

"Hell no. You kids obviously know what you want, don't you?" 

Sheila explained, "We both wanted to find out what it's like to suck a cock, 
and you just happened to be washing your car." 

"Lucky me," he said sincerely. "Well, what's it like so far?" 

"Fantastic," Sheila said, and "Yummy," I said at the same time. 

"Okay, so far I've let you do what you've wanted, so how about doing me a 
favor?" 

Immediately I thought he was going to ask to fuck us, and panic set in. I 
really didn't want to get screwed. That was one thing I wasn't ready for, 
and neither was Sheila, to my knowledge. 

"Depends on the favor," Sheila cautiously answerd. 

"Loosen up, no big deal. I just want you both to fulfill one of my 
fantasies. Stand up over me." 

We hesitate, and looked from Brad, to one another, with questioning looks. 

"Go on, I'll stay right here. Stand up over me, and face me." 

We slowly stood up, and obeyed, feeling kind of awkward and unsure of what 
was about to be done, or requested. 

"Okay, beautiful. I just want to lay here, looking at your bodies, soaking 
up the sight of your tits and cunts. This may sound a little perverted, but 
I want you to pretend I'm your slave, and talk dirty to me, telling me what 
you want your slave to do." 

Again my sister and I exchanged puzzled looks. It was a weird request. I was 
wondering how far this thing would go, but Brad was quick to answer my 
unasked question. 

"Look, don't be afraid. I just want you to pretend. I promise that I won't 
move from here, or do anything you don't want to really do. I want you to 
talk dirty to me. You will be in full control." 

"Then lay back and shut up," I said, and even surprised myself as I said it. 
Brad immediately laid back with his cock sticking straight up. 

I straddled his legs with mine, and began to rub my pussy, saying, "Did you 
like licking my cunt Brad?" 

"Yes, yes, I did. You've got a beautiful cunt." 

"Would you like to lick it some more?" 

"Yes, if that is what you want. I want to do anything that pleases you." He 
sounded like a little kid, not a man of twenty. 

"How about my twat, don't you like it?" Sheila was getting into the act now. 

"Yes, of course I do." 

"Then why didn't you suck my cunt too? I like to have my clit massaged and 
nibbled at just as much as she does." 

"Yes, I want you to do it," Sheila said, "but first I want to show you what 
I want." She moved closer to him, and stood directly over his face, and 
spread the lips of her vagina apart. 

"Look up into my cunt," she commanded. "Is it oozing with juices?" 

"Yes, yes it is," Mark answered, and I noticed he was fondling and playing 
with his cock as he was watching us, and answering our questions. 

I myself was starting to get really turned on by this strange change of 
events. Maybe it was because I truly felt in control, and instinctively knew 
Brad was telling the truth when he said he wanted to play the part of our 
slave. Sheila must have felt the same way, for we really dug in, and started 
to humiliate him. 

"I just watched you suck a fourteen year old pussy, you filthy son of a 
bitch. Did you ever lick out the juices of a fifteen year old cunt." 

"No." 

"But you will, if I tell you to, right?" 

"Yes, of course, anything you want." 

"How about if I told you to suck my ass, would you do it?" That was me 
talking. 

"I don't think I'd like that." 

"Fuck you and what you'd like! If I told you to do it, to stick your tongue 
up my ass and eat shit, would you do it?" 

"I wouldn't want to do it," he again protested. 

"Listen mother fucker, you're not answering me, would you eat my ass if I 
told you to do it?" 

"Yes," he stammered in a weak voice. 

"Good," I said, "because from now on, you will do whatever we want, right?" 

"Yes, you're right. I'll do anything you want." 

Sheila was rubbing her pussy, shoving her fingers in and out, and broke in. 
"Would you like to put your cock in me? Huh? Would you? Would you like to 
fuck my young virgin cunt?" 

Brad was mumbling, "Yes, yes, yes," to everything she was saying, and 
pumping away frantically on his prick. 

Sheila went right on talking. "My sister and I both want to squirt our cum 
juices into your mouth and have you lick up every drop of Jism. Then we want 
you to fuck us both with that hard mother fucking cock of yours. But, we 
don't want you to shoot inside of us. You will pull out, and shoot it all 
over our bodies, and then get down on you fucking hands and knees, like a 
dog, and lap up every drop of your sperm." 

Brad's head was bobbing up and down in agreement to everything Sheila was 
saying, and his hand was bobbing up and down on his prick. I was afraid he 
was going to shoot his load, so I broke in and told him, "Don't you dare 
shoot your load until we tell you it's okay, understand?" 

"I won't. I promise." 

"Ellen, come over here and suck on my pussy. Show this son of a bitch how I 
like to be eaten out Sheila was really playing the bitch master alright but 
I didn't mind at all. In fact, I was highly excited by it all, and loving my 
sister so much, I had no trouble dropping to my knees and licking her out. 

"Watch her eat my cunt Brad. She knows how I like it licked. Watch her tease 
my clit. Look how she holds those cunt lips apart, so she can slide her 
tongue in and out more easily. 

"We're going to make you an expert cunt lapper Do you know how to lick pussy 
now?" 

"I think so." 

"Did you ever suck your sister's pussy." 

"No, never." 

"Did you think about it? Come on, tell me the friggin' truth," she 
commanded. 

"Yes, my older sister. I wanted to eat her cunt. I would dream about doing 
it." 

"Would you jerk off dreaming about it? Would you shoot your fucking load of 
cum, thinking about it?" 

"Yes, yes, I would." 

"Are you a filthy mother-fucker?" Again I interjected with that question. 

"Yes!" 

"I'm going to sit on your fucking face, and you're going to eat my cunt like 
you licked my sister's, understand?" Sheila asked, but didn't wait for an 
answer. "And, I don't want you to fire your god damn load either. You hold 
that fucker back until after I spill my cum in your mouth, then you'll lick 
Ellen's tight twat again." 

Mark was muttering something about that being 'okay', as Sheila lowered her 
snatch to his face. He was the wildest person I have ever seen. It must have 
been all of our dirty talk that worked him into a frenzied cunt hungry 
animal. He thrashed, moaned, groaned, slurped, and sucked with such force 
that my sister was actually bouncing up and down from his thrusts in and out 
of her hole. 

I knelt beside his frantically moving head, and told him to put his finger 
in my pussy, which he did. Then I gave him instructions, which he didn't 
really need. 

"Come oh Brad, move your fucking tongue. Shove it in and out. Fuck her hard 
with it. Spread those pussy lips. Get in there. Swallow her jism you fucking 
pig." 

Brad tried to obey each and every command, and Sheila arched her back and 
screamed with delight as she reached a gigantic orgasm, and several smaller 
ones followed. Just before she climbed off his bobbing mouth, she pushed 
tightly against his lips, and smeared her juices all over his face. 

When she stood up, I immediately resumed her position, and became the 
recipient of the same treatment, only this time my sister stood by watching. 
She talked raunchy, as I had done, in order to turn him on. I found myself 
getting turned on by her dirty talk too, and I also had a shuddering wild 
climax, followed by one or two others. 

"Let's both suck his cock," Sheila suggested. 

She didn't have to repeat the suggestion. I was the first to dive between 
his legs and wrapped my lips around his hard meaty pole. Brad was very 
worked up by this time. He was oozing pre-cum juice out of his prick hole 
almost like a slow leaky faucet. We must have really turned him on with the 
slave/master game. I immediately started licking up his sticky discharge. 
Again, it was salty, yet this time I found it delicious at the same time. 

I remember thinking, now is as good a time as any to learn if the milky 
white spearm tastes so good. What the hell, millions of other woman would be 
swallowing it, probably that very same day, so why not give it a try? I 
started pumping up and down on his cock with my lips closed tightly around 
his shaft, actually trying to get him to blast off in my mouth. At that 
moment I wanted my first load of man. 

I was aware of Sheila's head thrashing around next to mine, and opened my 
eyes to watch her licking his nuts. Her tongue darted in and out of her 
mouth, first licking one ball, and then the other. Brad was making a lot of 
noises as the two of us worked on him. Sheila's mouth worked its way up to 
the base of his dick, and she was licking his slippery shaft, and my mouth 
at the same time, getting a taste of his salty jism second hand. 

I yielded Brad's meaty cock head to my sister, who took over sucking it 
wildly a few times, and then we both worked on licking the throbbing shaft. 
Our tongues met frequently, and we swapped mouthfuls of spit and salty 
second hand fluid. 

We were truly two bitches in heat, in every sense of the word. We were 
determined to make the most of this moment, and knew we were in complete 
control. Brad was begging us, not commanding us. 

"Ohh, fucking Christ! Please, please, don't stop. Please, please, don't 
stop, I'm almost cuming." The irony of having a twenty year old man beg two 
young teenagers didn't hit me at the moment. He was like a puppy dog under 
our control, and we tormented him by not allowing him to climax at that 
moment. 

Sheila stopped sucking suddenly, and gently pushed me away. "Sit on his 
face," she said, and I moved my dripping pussy to his pleading mouth. "No, 
turn around, face me," she instructed. "That's it. Stick your tongue up 
there Brad, way up." 

I was sitting on his face, looking down at his prick and pulling at the 
flaps of my cunt to allow his tongue to lick at my flesh, as Sheila 
commanded. My ass-hole covered his eyes, so he couldn't see what was 
happening, or see my utter shock when Sheila mounted his pole. 

She held his cock by the shaft, and maneuvered her body to a squatting 
position over the tip of it, and gently rubbed it against the opening of her 
cunt. I couldn't believe she was actually going to plant herself on his 
cock, but there I was, watching it happen. 

Slowly, ever so slowly, she lowered herself onto his dick, moving and 
squirming as it slipped :n. inch by inch, until it was completely hidden 
from my sight. Sheila just sat there a moment, getting adjusted to the 
feeling of having herself stuffed with a pulsating Jong 

Brad had not taken her virginity. Sheila had given it away, and she had a 
triumphant look on her beautiful face, as she majestically sat there. Then 
she leaned forward, so our mouths connected, and she gave me the most 
passionate and loving kiss ever. I couldn't control myself, and filled 
Brad's mouth with another huge climax, and my sister and I continued sucking 
on each others mouths. 

If Brad was aware that her hot box was completely wrapped around his cock, 
it was because he felt the heat and tightness of it, not because he could 
actually see it. But, I suspect he did feel it, for he slowly started to 
grind his hips the best he could, and pumped them up and down. 

Our positions literally put us on a fucking sea-saw Brad was the sea-saw, 
and Sheila and I were on each end, riding up and down, moaning with 
pleasure, and screaming with lust. 

Sheila had not thrown all caution to the wind however. Suddenly she stood 
straight up, without warning, and I heard a slight "pop" sound as Brad's 
cock left the tight enclosure, and headed toward my mouth. I automatically 
put my face between her legs, and started eating her cunt. 

One of my hands was on the ground, holding me steady, while I reached 
between her legs and clung to Brad's prick with the other. His cock was hard 
to hold, because it was slippery and wet from her natural lubricants, and an 
orgasm, but I pumped away. Sheila was climaxing again in my mouth. I could 
feel Brad's meat swell even more, and knew he was about to fire his load. 

Sheila pulled back just in time to see Brad's body go into mini convulsions 
as it thrashed and shot a three foot stream of very thick, white cum. The 
first discharge covered his chest, and some even landed on my inner thighs 
and pubic hair. 

I scooped up some of his sperm with my fingers, and licked it. It was like 
nothing I had ever tasted before. Not as salty as his pre-cum clear liquid, 
but not altogether unpleasant either. It was sticky and gooey, quite warm, 
with a rather strong unusual taste. It wasn't love at first taste, that's 
for sure, but neither was it repulsive. 

While I was licking my fingers with Brad's cum, Sheila had also scooped up 
some, and had a taste for herself. Then she started rubbing it all over his 
body, and even reached between my twat and his mouth, and inserted her 
fingers into his mouth, forcing him to eat his own cum. 

Brad shot five or six streams, and it seemed like it took a long time for 
him to stop shooting his load. If he was aware that Sheila's fingers were 
feeding him his own jism, he didn't protest, but licked them and groaned as 
he finished his orgasm. 

Un-like Mark, Brad's prick went limp almost immediately, and in the that 
stage, it was only about two inches long. I couldn't imagine it growing to 
six and a half, or maybe seven, but I saw it with my own eyes. The mysteries 
of men were beginning to unfold. 

We agreed that it would be unwise for us to make telephone contact, because 
of our age differences, but did say we'd be at the arcade, in the mall, one 
week from that day. Brad took us to the spot where we had agreed to meet 
again. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

In less than forty eight hours, my sister and I had learned a great deal 
about our bodies. The pleasures of the flesh were quickly discovered, and we 
would never be the same. Not only had we found out that we both had very hot 
pussies, but we also discovered what joy a stiff cock is to play with. 

The bond of love and affection grew much deeper between us. Sex became an 
addiction, and we could not get enough. And to think that I started the ball 
rolling by asking my sister if I could feel her tits! 

However, in such a small town as Canterville, we couldn't let our hair down 
and become the whores we wanted to be. We had to keep some form of 
respectability, for after all, we had our parents to consider, if not 
ourselves. 

The close call with Mrs. Brody catching us, taught us an early lesson be 
careful. If she had informed on us, we would certainly not have been trusted 
by our parents again, never mind the fact that it would be hard to look them 
in the eye. 

Instead of shopping for cosmetics like we had planned, we ended up checking 
out the crotches on every good looking guy, and even some not so good 
looking. We giggled and laughed, and talked dirty, and decided to head home. 
It was on our walk home that Sheila and I were discussing the happenings of 
our sexual escapades. 

"Did you ever imagine that a guy like Brad would be so weird?" Sheila asked. 

"No way. He really got worked up over that slave/master stuff, didn't he?" 

"I thought it was kind of kinky myself." 

"I know, you were really getting into it yourself. I never heard you talk 
like that," and then I added, "you sounded like such a mean bitch." 

"Well, isn't that what he wanted?" 

"I wonder why he-likes to be dominated, and talked dirty to? And just think, 
he's going to be a doctor. Can you believe it?" 

"It takes all kinds to make a world, Ellen." 

"Yea, but shit, a doctor?" 

"Who gives a fuck? We all got our cookies off, and he is a sexy wild 
creature. Besides, I felt safe knowing we were in command of the situation." 

"Sheila, you're crazy. How can you say you felt safe, when you plugged your 
hole with his prick? What if he had shot inside you and got you knocked up? 
Didn't you think of that?" 

"I gave it a passing thought, but at the moment it happened, I just wanted 
to find out what it felt like to get fucked." 

"But, what if he got you pregnant?" I insisted. 

"Well, he is in pre-med school, and his father is a respected doctor. At the 
moment I just figured they could solve the problem if anything happened. 
Besides, the worse that could happen, is I'd be married to a horny young 
doctor." 

"Marriage! You're only fifteen." 

"Almost sixteen. Three more months." 

"Still, married to a twenty year old? And with a kid?" 

"Why not? Four years isn't such a big age difference, and with someone like 
Brad, I'd be set for life. Sex would be on my terms, not his." 

Again, I said, "You are crazy, but never mind that fact. How did it feel?" 

"Getting fucked? Hmmm, I don't know how to describe it. It was great! It 
hurt at first, going in, but once it was there, it felt ten times better 
than fingers. It felt so good that I didn't want to take it out." 

"You're not a virgin anymore," I reminded her. 

"I really don't give a shit. You can't keep it all your life, and I'm glad 
it happened." And then she amazed me by saying, "And next week I'm going to 
fuck his brains out." 

"Maybe we can get Mark to join us." The idea just popped into my head. 

"Wow, fantastic!" she cried. "That would be some orgy. Let's do it. Let's 
get Mark to join us. You can't get your cherry popped by Mark, and find out 
for yourself what it's like. You'll love it." 

"Not on your life. Not with Mark's fucking monster," I protested. "He's 
almost twice as big as Brad, in thickness and length. I want to be able to 
walk again." 

"Oh, come on, Mark's cock isn't twice as long. Thicker yes, but not that 
much longer." 

"The idea is exciting as hell, but shit, we've just have to play it safe 
Sheila. We can't turn into baby factories." 

"No problem sweetheart, we'll have Brad buy some condoms. How do we set it 
up with Mark, to meet us at the mall?" 

"You're really serious, aren't you?" 

"Sure, and don't tell me you're not." 

I couldn't honestly say I wasn't. The idea of a four-way was exciting as all 
hell. I just wasn't too keen on the idea of getting laid by Mark, and at the 
moment thought he would be content to get his rocks off by a blow-job. Mark 
had wanted me to suck him off badly, and now I was more than willing to do 
just that. But, to get plugged by his big fat meaty dong, well, that was a 
different story. My thinking at that moment was, perhaps I could satisfy 
Mark with my mouth, and Sheila could have a double header, and fuck them 
both. 

When we reached home, it was late afternoon, and our mother was just pulling 
into the driveway. After assuring her that we had a pleasant, uneventful 
day, we settled down to the task of helping her prepare dinner. 

When our father came home, he didn't say too much, as usual. He was only 
concerned about the invitation he had extended to Reverend Brody, and we 
assured him we delivered it to Mrs. Brody. After that it was small talk, and 
he retired to the living room to watch the seven o'clock news. 

While helping our mother clean up and wash the dishes, the telephone rang. 
It was Reverend Brody, wanting to talk to our father. Our hearts almost 
stopped beating. What if Mrs. Brody told him after all? But, we didn't have 
to worry. Reverend Brody was accepting Dad's kind invitation, and was 
sending his son over with his formal written acceptance! I remember thinking 
that Mrs. Brody must have been fit to be tied. She couldn't very well insist 
that Mark not deliver the acceptance without explaining to her husband the 
reason why. 

When the front doorbell rang, I made it my business to answer it. Sure 
enough, there was blonde, brown eyed, beautiful Mark, looking a little 
sheepish, but with an adorable smile. My first reaction was to hug and kiss 
him. My second reaction was to claw at his pants, remove his big cock, and 
to suck him off, right then and there. Of course, I did neither. 

"One o'clock, next Wednesday, at the arcade in the mall; meet us there, 
okay?" I whispered. 

"Okay, one o'clock, Wednesday, the arcade," he repeated. 

"You promise?" 

"I promise." 

"Who is it dear?" my mother called. 

Mother came up behind us, greeted Mark, and ushered him into the living room 
where he handed Dad an envelope. He declined an invitation to stay a spell, 
saying he had to get right back home. 

We squealed with delight when we were alone, upstairs again, at Mark's 
acceptance of our appointed time. 

The week seemed to drag by, but not a night went by that my sister and I 
didn't fool around, and eat one another out before going to bed. Also, 
Sheila spent more time fucking me with her fingers, and other objects, 
trying to prepare me for the day when Mark's king sized cock would go in 
there. Although I still wasn't convinced that I wanted to get screwed, even 
with a rubber, it was nice practicing. 

I would lay on my back with my legs spread far apart, and Sheila would kneel 
between my legs and fuck me with her fingers. One finger led to three, and 
before the week was up, she could get four fingers pushing and probing 
around inside me, and driving me crazy. 

One night, to my amazement, she produced ajar of petroleum jelly, and a big, 
firm, yellow banana and announced it was the closest thing to Mark's dong 
that she could find. 

"Oh, no. No you don't," I protested. "You're not going to shove that thing 
in me!" 

"Aww come on Ellen, just a little. Let's try it. Make believe it belongs to 
Mark and you'll love it." 

Maybe it was a mistake telling her that I thought I was falling in love with 
Mark. I had the hots so badly for him, that I probably would never refuse 
anything he asked for. 

"Come on Ellen, give it a try. You've got to get use to it for Mark. You 
know you want to be able to take him." 

I was a little apprehensive, but spread my legs, saying, "Okay, but take it 
easy. 

Being a most thoughtful sister, Sheila planted her mouth on my hole, and 
started licking away. Her tongue always brought my juices flowing quickly, 
and before I knew it, I had forgotten about the banana, and was 
concentrating on the pleasures of her tongue, licking away at my clit. 

While she was licking away, she must have been greasing up the banana at the 
same time, because the next thing I knew, she pulled her mouth away, and 
stuck about an inch or so of the hard fruit into my hole. With one hand, she 
pulled the flaps of my pussy open, and gently, ever so slowly, pushed the 
banana in, just a little bit at one time. 

When I sat up, and looked down, about one third had disappeared inside. 
Sheila was slowly pulling it in and out, and every once in awhile she would 
rotate it from side to side. 

"Relax baby, relax. Think of this as Mark's big slippery wet cock," she 
cooed. "Doesn't it feel good hon? Come on baby, open up, let him in." 

And I did just that. I lay back, opened my legs even further, and thought of 
nothing but Mark ... his beautiful muscled body ... his gorgeous cock ... 
his handsome face with the adorable smile ... and I said out loud, "Fuck me, 
fuck me." 

Sheila's hand slid up my stomach to my tits, and gently squeezed my nipple, 
while her other hand controlled the fat banana in my hole. I was squirming 
and wiggling with delight, and although I felt stuffed, it was a wonderful 
sensation. I grabbed 

Sheila's fingers, took them off of my tit, and stuck two of them in my 
mouth. I sucked on her two fingers as if they were the last cock on earth, 
and felt her making deeper and longer thrusts with Mark's cock. It was no 
longer a banana; in my mind it was the real thing Mark's strong hot poker. 

I could feel long deep thrusts into my pussy, and raised my hips to meet 
each one, and had several violent climaxes, one after the other, and had 
worked myself up to such a frenzy that I was perspiring all over. When I 
relaxed like a limp dish rag, Sheila slowly pulled the banana out, and said, 
"You took it all!" 

I opened my eyes, and looked down at that huge yellow monster, and said, 
"You're shitting." 

"Well, all but the two inches I was holding on to." 

I couldn't imagine how she got the slight curves part to go in without 
hurting, but my one concern was asking, "How big is that damn thing?" 

"Let's measure it," she said, jumping up. She went to our desk, produced a 
ruler, and announced "Nine inches. Let's see, nine minus the two I held 
means we know you can take at least seven fat ones." 

"I'll be damn," I smiled. I must have a bigger hole than I thought. I didn't 
think they stretched that much." 

"Well, you were relaxed my dear. Especially when you started saying 'fuck 
me, fuck me'. You were really into it then. Or, should I say, it was into 
you?" 

She had such a lovely smile. I reached over, pushed her down, and kissed 
her. "I love you!" I said. 

"Who do you love more, Mark or me?" 

"That's not fair," I protested. "I love you both, but in entirely different 
ways." 

"I'm just teasing, don't get upset. But, it's interesting to hear you admit 
that you do love Mark." 

"Just a little bit, maybe. He is a hunk, and so sweet." 

"And so fucking horny," Sheila had to add. 

"Yes, that too, but he's not an animal about it." 

"You mean, the way we are?" 

"Yea, the way you are," and I emphasized the word 'you'. 

I grabbed the banana, swung around. "Okay sweetheart, it's your turn. Let's 
see if you can take a bigger one than you had today!" 

"Only if you loosen up the oven with your sensuous tongue." 

"Nothing would please me more, darling sister," and I went right to work, 
and stayed buried in there until she had one little orgasm. I greased up the 
banana, and slowly slid it between the lips of her cunt, and started fucking 
her with it. like I had, Sheila started to twist and pump her hips to the 
rhythm of the probing banana. 

In order to add a little spice to the scene, I spun around, planted my hairy 
box in her mouth, and continued to fuck her with the banana. It was 
thrilling, watching her squirm with pleasure and just a little bit of pain 
at the same time. I was probably rougher on her than she had been on me. I 
was certainly rougher with my banana penetrations than she had been with 
Brad's real thing, and mine was bigger by a long shot. 

Sheila was mumbling something about doing it faster. My muff was grinding in 
her mouth so tightly that it was hard to hear her muffled voice. Anyway, I 
shoved that yellow giant in and out, faster and faster, and at one point I 
almost lost the damn thing inside her. 

It must have been physical telepathy, for again we reached a shuddering 
climax at the same time, and I rolled off her face, leaving her pussy 
stuffed. 

"That was better than Brad," she sighed. 

"Well, you screwed him, he didn't screw you," I reminded her. "Maybe if you 
had let him do the work, you would have gotten the ride of your life." 

"Maybe next week I'll command him to play stallion with me." 

"He'd better grow some if he's ever going to be a stallion. Mark's a true 
stallion, if there ever was one." It was a cruel statement for me to make, 
but Sheila didn't seem to take note. 

"Six or so inches for the first time, was good enough for me. I'm already a 
little sore down there. I hope I can walk tomorrow." 

As I said, the rest of that week we didn't go to bed without having sex, 
although the banana incident was the wildest. One night we even did it in 
the shower. 

We tried sleeping together in one twin bed, but that only lasted a couple of 
nights. Neither of us could get a good nights rest, and felt tired for the 
rest of the next day. So, after getting one another off, we'd retire to our 
own beds, usually exhausted, but happy. 

The day finally came when we were to meet Mark and Brad at the arcade. Our 
poor mother probably couldn't figure out why we went downstairs so happy and 
giddy that morning. We were far more cheerful than usual, and went through 
our morning chores in no time flat We thought we were finished, when 
disaster struck. Our world crumbled. 

Mother happily announced she was going shopping right after lunch (11:30 to 
12:00), for she needed to pick up a lot of groceries, not having done a 
major shopping for a couple of weeks. She informed us that she wanted us to 
help her with the big chore, especially since she'd need our help lugging 
the bags. 

Mom's shopping sprees at the supermarket always took a good couple of hours. 
It would be at least two o'clock before we got back home, unloaded the car, 
and got everything put away. It would be three o'clock before we could get 
back up to the mall's arcade, and the guys surely wouldn't wait two hours. 
Maybe one, at the most, but not two. They'd figure they got stood up, and 
leave. 

I could just picture those two, Brad and Mark, hanging around the arcade. 
Neither one of them would know they were hanging around for the very same 
reason, to get their rocks off on the same sisters. Both of them with at 
least half hard-ons just thinking about us. This whole shopping thing was 
cruel. It was cruel to us, and to them, but how to tell a mother you refuse 
to help her. Especially when you've been doing it all your life? 

Sheila and I went into the back yard, and thought of everything possible to 
get out of going, but could not come up with anything sensible. We thought 
one of us should play sick to keep her home, and then sneak out. We thought 
of having someone call her away on some pretense, but couldn't think of a 
pretense that made sense. We couldn't even think of anyone to make the call, 
especially someone she trusted. There was grandma, but grandmother would 
never agree to do such a thing without a very, very good reason. What were 
we to say to grandma? We want to suck cock today? We want to get our cunts 
stretched open and plugged with hot juicy meat? 

"Let's run away from home." I suggested. 

"Maybe that's not a bad idea, Ellen, but where would we sleep tonight?" 

"We'd come home of course. Just run away for the afternoon." 

"Mom would push the panic button. She'd call the cops, and everyone would be 
out looking for us. What would happen if they found us with Mark or Brad?" 

What Sheila said was true. Mother would call the cops, especially since we 
had never done such a thing, and it was completely out of character for us 
to run away. She'd think we had been kidnapped, and immediately sound an 
alarm. Running away was the best idea we had, but it wasn't good enough. 

Then we decided to take a chance and telephone both Mark and Brad, and move 
our rendezvous up to the next day. If Mrs. Brody answered, we could always 
hang up. Or, we could get through to Brad, and have him call Mark for us. 
Yes, calling Brad first, that seemed to be the best plan we agreed. The only 
thing wrong, is that Brad may not like the idea of having Mark tag along. 
We'd have to tip our hand and tell him we wanted Mark included. What if he 
refused a four-way? 

Mother joined us in the back yard. As usual, even in the early morning 
hours, she looked like a million dollars for a woman her age. Even in her 
house dress. Her hair was always neat, and the very tiny bit of makeup she 
wore was tastefully and artfully applied. Her figure was still trim, and 
there was no doubt in anyone's mind that our mother was a cross between her 
daughters. 

"What are you doing girls?" 

"Thinking of ways to get fucked." Of course I thought the words, not spoke 
them. 

"Nothing much Mom," Sheila said, "just wondering if we can go look for a 
couple of dresses today while we're at the mall. We really do need something 
new for school." 

"Well, if you want to do it today, you will have to walk there. I'm afraid 
I've got to postpone the grocery shopping until tomorrow. Peter just called, 
and he's coming over." 

It dawned on me that we never gave her the message that he called. If Peter 
had told her, she would have reprimanded us for not giving her that message. 
Instead, she answered my question, when I asked, "Why's he coming?" 

"Oh, something about throwing a big surprise birthday party for your father. 
He has to be at work at three o'clock today, and today is the only day he 
has a few hours to kill before going to work. So, he invited himself over." 

"Why can't he discuss it over the phone?" Sheila asked. I could have killed 
her at that moment. Here we were, sitting pretty, and she was throwing a 
monkey wrench at our good fortune. 

"Well, that's what I asked him too. He said he wants to throw a tremendous 
party up at Catfish Lake, and wants to sit down with me and draw up a guest 
list of all our friends, complete with telephone numbers, and addresses. 
He's planning on a barbecue type party, with a b.y.o.b." 

"What's that," I asked. 

"Bring your own bottle, dummy," Sheila snapped. 

"Peter says we should be able to gather a couple of hundred people up there, 
so I thought it best that I cooperate with him today,,for your father's 
sake. It is a nice idea, don't you agree?" 

"Yes," we both agreed, it's a nice idea. I was also agreeing that it was a 
nice idea that they draw up that list 'today'. 

"Okay, we'll go look around for a couple of dresses right after lunch then," 
I informed her. 

"All right, but before Peter gets here, will you girls mind help me getting 
the house in shape?" 

To use an old cliche, our house was always neat as a pin, but we both 
quickly agreed to try to make it even neater. Mother took great pride in her 
home, and she always rushed around frantically before company arrived, 
trying to make it even neater and cleaner. We were use to that. 

She never once questioned us, as to why we were so cheerful about it. 
Usually we grumbled and complained, and teased her about being a 
perfectionist. 'If she wondered about our sudden great good moods, she 
refrained from verbalizing it. 

After a the house passed Mom's inspection, we had a light lunch, and got 
ready to go to the mall. The way my sister and I carried on about what to 
wear, you would have thought we were two Cinderella's going to the ball. We 
wanted to be as sexy and attractive as possible, yet we couldn't overdress. 
Not in broad daylight. 

Sheila selected a short denim skirt that hugged her shapely hips, and gave a 
lot of exposure to her beautiful legs. She wore a blouse with snaps, 
laughing about how they would be so much easier to get unfastened quickly. I 
selected white tennis shorts, an almost see-through blouse, and white ankle 
socks and white sneakers. My sister teased me about my all white virgin 
outfit, saying it would the last time I could honestly wear ail white. 

"Don't be so damn sure about that." I snapped. 

"Do you mean to tell me Little Angel, that you would refuse Mark today, if 
he wants to ravage your body?" 

"Ravaging my body is one thing. Fucking me is another. I like the idea, but 
maybe one broken cherry in this family is enough." 

"You bitch! You little bitch, how dare you say such a thing?" she laughed. 

We left the house, and walked faster than usual towards the mall. When we 
approached Brad's house, we saw the red Mustang in the driveway. Brad was 
standing next to the car, pretending to wipe the dust off. We both knew he 
was really out there keeping watch to see if we were going to keep our 
appointment. 

We waved and shouted hello's on the way by and he returned them with a 
delighted, happy grin'. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

The arcade at the mall was huge, especially for such a small town as our. 
There were well over one hundred machines that gobbled up quarters, almost 
as fast as one could insert them in their bowels. The arcade was also the 
local hangout for kids who had nothing else to do. Most parents, ours 
included, didn't like their children hanging around the arcade, figuring it 
was a waste of time, and a waste of their hard earned money. None-the-less, 
the arcade thrived, and was considered the lesser of other possible evils. 

As we approached, I immediately spotted Mark's bright blonde head standing 
just outside the door, and wondered how long he had been waiting. He was 
wearing a pair of skin tight faded jeans, and again I wondered how his 
mother let him out like that. 

"Jesus fucking Christ, will you check that out!" Sheila squealed. "If he's 
wearing underwear I'll kiss your ass-hole." 

"I don't think you'll have to," I shot back, "'cause I agree with you. I bet 
he's even half hard, just thinking about us." 

The three of us exchanged big knowing smiles the moment he saw us, and when 
we were within arm's length, I said, "Hello sexy, how's your body?" 

Mark grinned, somewhat embarrassed by the directness of my comment, and the 
admiring look to his crotch. "Hi. Not bad, and yours?" 

Sheila wasted no time with small talk. With a coy smile, she asked, "What 
have you got on under those jeans?" 

"Nothing." 

"It shows, sweetheart." 

"You shouldn't be looking," he teased, "if it bothers you." 

"It doesn't bother me stud, but aren't you afraid that a couple of hot 
broads will come along and rape you?" 

"Sheila, you're vulgar!" I pretended mock outrage at her comment. Mark was 
enjoying the attention. 

I was curious to learn how things were around his house, so I inquired, "How 
rough was your Mother on you?". 

"She'll get over it. She's still a bit cool, but she hasn't said anything." 

"How come she came back so fucking early?" 

"When she got to the hospital, the lady she went to visit was sleeping, and 
she didn't want to wake her up, so she went back home. 

After you left, she lectured me for awhile about my sinful ways, and said I 
was old enough to know better, and should control myself, if only for my 
Father's sake. She's afraid Dad will be asked to give up this parish if I 
scandalize the family." 

"Is that all she's worried about?" I asked. 

"No," he went on, "she's also worried about being a grandmother with a 
teenage daughter-in-law. I told her we didn't do anything to make that 
possible, and that seemed to calm her down a little. 

"Since then, she's never mentioned it, but she's been like an ice cube, 
although she's thawing out slowly." 

The red Mustang pulled up, and parked about thirty feet away. Sheila went 
over, poked her head in the passenger window, and talked to Brad. Mark and I 
stood there watching, not being able to hear the conversation. Later, my 
sister told me she told him to go to the drugstore and buy some condoms, and 
he said he didn't have to, he had a box in the glove department. 

"Who's that guy?" Mark asked. He watched Sheila's ass wiggle as she talked 
to Brad. 

"Brad Whitman," I said, and then remembered Mark was new in town, so added, 
"Doctor Whitman's son. He's a pre-med student." 

"Kind of old for her, isn't he?" 

Before I had a chance to answer, Sheila spun around, and waved us over to 
the car. "Come on guys! Brad's going to give us a ride." 

I was tempted to ask, "How do you mean that?", but thought better of it. 
Mark seemed to hesitate a little, but followed none the less. After greeting 
Brad, I introduced him to Mark. 

Brad didn't seem too happy about having Mark along. I also learned later, 
that Sheila told Brad I had the hots for Mark. She had suggested that he 
drop Mark and me off at a different point up at the lake, and they would 
continue on and find another spot by themselves. 

Mark and I rode in the back seat. As we rode along the curvy back roads, 
again with the radio blasting, I reached over and placed my hand on the soft 
bulge between Mark's legs. I was snuggled up as close to him as I could get. 
He looked at me as if I were crazy, but didn't resist. He was sitting 
directly behind Brad, who couldn't see where my hand was unless he turned a 
full ninety degrees. Mark's cock responded quickly to my kneading fingers. 

When my sister saw what I was doing, she just smiled, and slid closer to 
Brad, and placed her hand in his lap. I couldn't see it, but I knew she was 
holding onto his cock. I saw Brad's head turn half way around to check us 
out in the back seat. He must have been satisfied that we couldn't see the 
action going on up front. 

Sheila and I kept exchanging know it all glances, and smiles. At one point, 
she pulled away from Brad just enough for me to see her hand through the 
split seats, stroking his hard-on. I nodded my head up and down, and licked 
my lips, trying to tell her to take it out and suck on it. 

But it was I who made the first move on Mark. I fumbled around and finally 
got the snaps on his jeans open, and that monster popped out. I knew he was 
having a fit, being exposed like that, but I had to break the ice sooner or 
later, and he was driving me wild. I looked lovingly at his stiff cock for 
only a few seconds before putting my mouth around it. 

Little did I know while sucking on Mark's meat, that Sheila was doing the 
same thing up front. She had managed to extract Brad's dick, and dove on it 
almost immediately. This was too much for Brad. 

He had to find out if we knew what was going on between his legs. When he 
spun around to look in the back, he didn't see my head, so he turned 
further, and saw me munching away on my tasty king sized hot dog. 

"I don't fucking believe this!" Brad said in a half shout over the radio. 

Sheila took her mouth off of his pecker, turned the radio down, and said, 
"Don't tell me you don't like it?" 

"You kids are crazy." That was the second time he called us crazy. 

I had taken my mouth off Mark's dong, and was pumping it up and down, and 
licking at it every once in awhile. "How far are we from the lake?" I asked, 
and licked the drooling cum from Mark's big fat cock head. 

"We're approaching it now," Brad mumbled. 

"Same spot?" Sheila asked. 

"All of us. I thought you said ... " Brad never got to finish his sentence. 

"It doesn't matter now does it?" Sheila's question was more of a statement 
of fact, and didn't need to be answered. 

Brad parked the car in the same spot as the previous week, and took out the 
same blanket from the small trunk. We all headed towards the small clearing 
in the woods, making small talk, laughing, and being silly. Mark was the 
most reserved, and appeared to be the most nervous, but if he had any 
reservations or objections, he didn't voice them. He smiled timidly, and 
went along like a puppy dog. 

As soon as the blanket was spread on the ground, the action started. Sheila 
took charge, and became the producer and director. 

"Both of you guys, lay down, and make yourselves comfortable. Go on, lay 
down." They followed her orders. 

"Let's see which one can get it up again the fastest." She knelt besides 
Brad, and tore his pants open, reached inside and took out a very small soft 
piece of meat. I did the exact same thing to Mark, but although his too was 
soft, it was long and limp. Both of us started sucking their dicks, and I 
don't recall who won the contest. The fact of the matter is, both cocks were 
quickly rock hard. 

Both guys were laying back with their eyes closed, obviously enjoying having 
hungry mouths on their pricks. If Mark was shocked at my sudden willingness 
to suck his dick, he didn't say anything. As I was sucking him, I wondered 
what he was thinking. I remember thinking that this was one request he had 
made of me that was coming true. His second request, to 'put it in', was 
seriously being considered. But, could I take him? A banana is one thing; 
what I had in my hand and mouth quite another. 

"Let's get comfortable guys." Sheila's voice stopped the action. "I think 
we're too hot for all these clothes." 

My sister and I stood up, and started undressing slowly, looking down at the 
two hot studs in front I of us. Their eyes kept going from one another to 
us, but with big smiles. In fact, their smiles almost matched the length of 
their hard-ons, if that was physically possible. 

"Come on you sexy studs, get those clothes off," Sheila ordered. "We want to 
watch you too, or do you think we don't get turned on by naked men?" 

"Okay, okay." Brad had muttered his first words in a long time, and started 
to strip with Brad following his lead. Soon we were all naked, having thrown 
our clothes everywhere. 

"Did anyone bring a picnic basket?" Sheila inquired. Not giving anyone time 
to answer, she asked me, "They boys look hungry don't they Ellen?" Her hand 
was rubbing up and down her hair covered slit, and I quickly got the 
message. 

"Yea, they sure do look hungry." 

"Well, why don't we feed them a boxed lunch?" 

Laughing and giggling, she walked right over to Brad, and lowered her pussy 
to his mouth. Mark looked astonished at her directness, but not for long, 
because I quickly covered his face with my pussy. Both guys dug into the 
task of eating us out, while Sheila and I kissed and fondled tits above 
their I moving tongues. 

Sheila pulled her twat from Brad's face, and stuck her tongue in his mouth. 
I stayed where I was, enjoying Mark's probing tongue, and watched them. 

Sheila sat up, in a kneeling position behind and to the side of me. She 
reached over and wrapped her hand around Mark's thick cock, as if using it 
to steady herself. "Come here and eat me some more Brad." He rose, turned to 
lay on his stomach, and went between her legs head first. 

"Come on, lick my clitty, put your tongue on the clit. That's it Brad, 
that's it." 

She removed her hand from Mark's shaft, and took Brad's hand and raised it 
to her bouncing tit. After a moment of this, she took Brad's hand again, and 
moved it over to Mark's cock. As soon as Brad touched Mark's cock, he pulled 
it away as if he had placed it on a hot stove. 

"Feel it Brad, go on, feel it," Sheila instructed. 

Brad shook his head no. 

Sheila leaned down and whispered something in his ear. She told me 
afterwards, she had said, "Don't you fucking dare to refuse my orders. Do 
what I tell you!" 

I saw Brad's hand reach over and grasp Mark's throbbing erection. I know 
Mark was not aware of the fact that another man was holding it. He was busy 
licking away on my cunt, and probably thought it was either Sheila or me 
clinging to his pole. 

When Sheila leaned down and whispered something else in Brad's ear, I saw 
the look of horror in his eyes. It was an unbelievable look, as if he 
couldn't comprehend that what he thought he heard was true. Sheila just 
smiled sweetly at this astonished look, and nodded her head. Slowly, ever so 
slowly, Brad raised his head, and moved it closer to Mark's crotch. I must 
admit that I was slightly appalled at what I knew was about to happen. I was 
probably a bit jealous too, and a little horrified that my sister could be 
so kinky, and such a bitch to force it on Brad. 

Sure enough, Brad opened his mouth, and took the head of Mark's prick. 
Sheila reached over and placed a hand on the back of Brad's head, and pushed 
down. More of Mark's cock entered his mouth. Sheila leaned over, and 
whispered more instructions in Brad's ear. 

Soon, Brad's head was bobbing up and down on Mark's cock, taking at least 
half of those nine inches plus with each downward thrust. Then, with 
Sheila's coaxing, I saw Brad's tongue move down and up, and all around the 
prick, licking every inch of it, and also licking up the wet jism drooling 
from the massive head of it. Soon it appeared that Brad was not finding it 
distasteful at all. He seemed to be enjoying the task of making my sister 
happy by fulfilling her command. When he looked up at her and saw her 
satisfied smile, he resumed his task with vigor. 

Mark's hands were busy playing with my two tits as he ate me out. I was 
hoping he wouldn't reach behind me to caress the head sucking on his whang. 
I don't know how he would have taken it if he found out it wasn't a head 
full of long blonde hair surrounding the mouth working on him. 

When Mark started moving his hips up and down, and groaning noises came from 
beneath my legs, I knew he was almost ready to shoot his load. Sheila must 
have sensed it too, for she immediately whispered to Brad again. That 
astonished look went back in his eyes, but he obeyed. 

Brad opened his mouth wide, and inserted Mark's gigantic cock again. Sheila 
pushed Brad's head down as far as it would go, and Mark continued to twist 
and moan. 

"She's going to make him swallow the stuff!" I thought. Sure enough, that's 
just what happened. Mark exploded in Brad's mouth. I saw Mark's heavy white 
sperm drool out of the corners of Brad's mouth when he pulled his face away 
from the still hard cock. Brad's eyes were evidently looking around for a 
place to spit out the creamy warm jism, but Sheila shook her head no. 

Brad closed his eyes. He swallowed hard. His hand went to his mouth and 
wiped away what had dribbled out onto his chin. I wondered if it was the 
first time Brad had swallowed another man's cum. 

It was exciting as hell to watch, because I had an orgasm viewing that 
scene, and Mark got his first taste of my juices. 

Sheila got to find out second hand what a guy's cum tastes like, because she 
reached over and rewarded Brad with a passionate tongue kiss. He threw his 
arms around her and hugged her, returning her passionate kisses, as if he 
was grateful for her approval of a job well done. 

After Mark finished licking out all my cum, I threw myself on top of him, 
and jammed my tongue into his mouth. We rolled around, kissing and hugging. 
When we stopped, we lay watching Sheila giving head to Brad. 

Sheila had pushed Brad back down on his back, and was kneeling between his 
legs, frantically sucking his meat. Brad's eyes were tightly closed, and he 
was obviously enjoying the blow job. Every once in awhile my sister would 
remove her mouth, dart down to his balls, and lick them for a few seconds 
before resuming the blow job. 

Mark's dick never did go completely down after he came off. Maybe half way, 
but now as we lay there watching the other two, I had a good grip on it, and 
had it worked up again. 

"Mark," I whispered in his ear, "I want to go all the way with you." 

"What do you mean?" 

"Fuck me. I want you to be the first." I really couldn't believe I said it, 
but I did mean it. 

"I don't think it's such a good idea Ellen. Not that I don't want to, but 
... " 

"Don't worry, Brad's got a safe. 

"Brad, where are the rubbers?" I asked. 

Brad opened his eyes for only a moment, pointed to his pile of clothes, and 
said, "In my pocket." 

Mark went through the pockets of Brad's pants, found the box of condoms, and 
removed one of the tightly sealed foil packs. The writing on them said they 
were lubricated and had reservoir ends. 

"I've never used one of these," Mark admitted, as he tore at the package. 

"Have you ever needed to?" It was my coy way of asking if he too was a 
virgin. 

"If you want the truth, no." 

I was terribly pleased. Maybe I wasn't the first to swallow his load of cum, 
but I sure was going to be the first to ball him. 

Mark fumbled with the gold foil wrapper until he extracted an ultra thin 
slippery rolled up rubber. His first attempt to put the condom on his stiff 
iron-like rod failed. I watched in fascination as he tried to cover his 
throbbing cock and determined he told me the truth about it being his first 
time. He turned the rolled up rubber over, and tried again. This time he was 
successful in covering the entire length with the transparent covering. 

"Ready when you are." His smile of anticipation matched my own as he made 
the announcement. 

As I rolled over on my back and spread my legs, I noticed Sheila still 
sucking away on Brads prick, alternating between his balls, and his shaft. 
Her eyes were wide open, watching Mark and me, and I'm sure she was getting 
turned on by the idea that my pussy was about to be filled with a monstrous 
pole. 

Mark positioned himself between my opened legs. Holding his stiff rock hard 
pecker, he put the tip of it against my pussy hole. 

"Go easy Baby, please." I was apprehensive now that I was looking down on 
his nine inches plus, only a second away from losing my virginity. 

"Don't worry, I'll go slow," he promised, and pushed against my hole without 
penetrating. He was pushing my cunt lips inwards, instead of going in 
between them. 

"Wait a minute, wait a minute," I protested. I put both hands between my 
legs, and peeled back the lips of my vulva. "Try it now, but go slow." 

Mark was very gentle, and kept his promise. He inserted only a very little 
at a time, allowing me to get use to the feeling. When he had about four or 
five inches in my hole, I found myself twisting and pushing up to take more. 

I looked up at the magnificent body above me, and adored his sweating 
muscles; trim beautiful body; and his handsome face. I thought of how lucky 
I was, having such a beautiful hunk of man screwing me for the first time. 

Because he was so gentle with me, I found myself relaxing like a limp rag 
doll. My fears quickly vanished, and I started to tremble with pleasure, 
both mental and physical. The feeling of being stuffed with his hot rod was 
incredible. 

Mark started to pump in and out once he reached the halfway point. On each 
inward thrust, he went in just a little more, until he had the whole thing 
in. He pressed against me and covered my mouth with his, leaving his cock 
buried to the hilt inside of my oven. I returned his tongue kissing, and 
felt his prick starting to move in and out, very slowly. 

His enormous rod was driving me crazy with lust. I pulled my tongue out of 
his mouth, wrapped my arms tightly around his body, and moaned in his ear. 

"Ohh Mark. Fuck me." 

"Are you okay Baby?" he whispered. 

"Yes, oh yes. It feels good. 

Mark started to pump faster and faster, and I arched my back to meet each of 
his forward thrusts. My own juices were starting to flow, and I began to 
grab and claw at his back. I began to whimper and beg for more. 

"Don't stop, don't stop. Ohh Mark, it feels so good." My eyes were tightly 
closed, and I must have been thrashing around wildly, because Mark grabbed 
my arms and pinned me to the ground. Opening my eyes, I saw him arch his 
back, and look down. Raising my head, I too looked down between our legs, 
and saw his cock plunging in-and out of my hot juicy pussy. I couldn't 
believe I was actually receiving such a long fat piece of meat. I couldn't 
believe how utterly wonderful it felt being stuffed with his pulsating pole. 

Mark rode me like a wild stallion, and plowed in, right to the hilt. Our 
bodies were making loud slapping sounds with each forward thrust, and we 
were both in a state of wild abandon. I was full of lust for the excited 
wild young stud inside me. 

I hadn't noticed Sheila until I heard her scream with pleasure. Looking 
over, I saw her sitting on top of Brad's prick, riding up and down on it. I 
could see the shiny rubber covering on Brad's shaft, and the thick rubber 
ring mingling with his pubic hair. Sheila's tits were bouncing up and down. 
Brad's hands were holding her tightly by the hips, as his cock slid in and 
out of her hole. 

Mark's huge cock sliding in and out of my hot wet pussy and the sight of 
watching my sister riding up and down on top of Brad's steel-like shaft, 
turned me on like never before. I started screaming with pleasure, and Mark 
rode me harder. His started thrusting even more furious, and harder. My ass 
was being driven hard into the ground with each forward slam against my 
body. It hurt, but at the same time I loved being used so roughly in order 
to give such pleasure to the blonde beautiful stud on top of me. 

Sheila was moaning too. Her sighs and groans were getting louder and louder. 
Soon we were both screaming. 

"Mark, don't stop, don't stop. Oh, I love it, I love you!" 

"I'm going to cum ... I can't help it," Mark was panting. 

I felt my own orgasm swelling from somewhere deep inside me, and screamed 
with delight as the juices started spurting. 

Mark was breathing, and seemed to have trouble breathing. He threw himself 
with a violent force against my stomach, and buried his prick in my pussy as 
far as he could get it, and shot his load. We both climaxed together. I 
could feel the force of his load shooting inside the protective rubber, and 
swelling it. His prick throbbed and jerked as he ground his hips against 
me, and plunged his tongue into my mouth. 

Brad had been rather silent in his frantic fucking movements, but when he 
went off like a rocket, he groaned loudly, and squeezed Sheila's tits so 
tightly she had to winch. "Oooh, ahhh," she wailed, screwing up her face in 
pain. 

Mark pulled out, and rolled over on his back, still breathing deeply, but 
obvious content and happy. I looked at the rubber containing his sperm, and 
couldn't resist going for it. I peeled it off, and started licking his juicy 
wet cock head, devouring his salty warm jism. Then I kissed his cock all 
over before curling up in his arms. 

Sheila and Brad had also disengaged themselves, and were passionately 
kissing one another. 

Even though I was very content and happy at that moment, having just been 
screwed for the first time, and loving the young stud who was the first to 
get his rocks off in my cunt, I had other thoughts. Laying there exhausted 
like a limp rag doll, I thought of Pete, and made up my mind he was going to 
be next. I had to find out if a man was better than a boy. 

* * * 

We'll take our leave of our friends here. As you can imagine, there are 
several more adventures ahead for them, but they are the stuff of another 
tale. You might be interested in knowing, however, that Ellen married Mark, 
who became a preacher, and Sheila married Brad, who became a doctor. See, 
sometimes they do live happily ever after. 


THE END
