CHAPTER 77

Lisa had been looking at Vicky while she was whispering with her. When she looked back to the Douglases, she saw that Jane had ended her kissing and was lying side by side between Darrin's legs, lapping on his cock some more while Sandy kept sucking on his fat knob plus another inch or two.

As usual, there were tears of struggle and joy leaking from Sandy's face, as well as wet cheeks on Jane's face from sucking him a short while ago. And, as usual, seeing those tears made Lisa's heart swell with joy.

The tears made such an impact on Lisa because she knew that it was almost unheard of for a woman in the outside world to suck cock to the point of crying, whereas it happened very frequently in Napali. (In Darrin's case, it was likely to happen every time, even for a red-heeled sucker like her, due to his extreme thickness.) She felt so exactly like she'd gone back in time and was one of her brother's sex slaves again that she had to remind herself that she wasn't.

She walked back to the group, crouched down next to the action around his crotch, and said, "Okay, speaking of official pronouncements, I'm officially calling a time out!"

Sandy and Jane seemed to not even hear her, since they kept right on with their bobbing and licking.

But Darrin asked Lisa, "What do you mean by that?"

"I mean I'm pulling rank here and telling them to stop! I think my red heels make me an authority when it comes to cocksucking and general cock pleasuring, and what I see are a mother and daughter who are deeply in love with you, Darrin, and who have discovered the joy of expressing that love with their mouths. You got them all excited with your official pronouncements."

Again, Darrin made a mental note about another curious heel color comment. He was eager to finally hear a full explanation, when the time was right.

Lisa went on, chiding but smiling happily, "But what I also see is a mother and daughter who don't know when to take a break! Sandy, Jane, your sucking and licking has gotten very sloppy. No finesse. No artistry. You're just hanging in there through sheer stubbornness and determination. That's because I can tell you're sore and tired, but you're so emotionally worked up that you simply refuse to stop. You've gone from no sucking at all to this much, and you're simply not physically used to it. There's no shame in that. Don't be so stubborn! Part of being a good slut is knowing when to take a break."

Sandy let out a long, heavy sigh. She pulled her lips off his cockhead and lifted her head enough to make eye contact with Darrin. "Son, you don't mind if we...?"

"No," he said forcefully. "Of course I don't mind! In fact, what I mind is if you push yourselves too far and don't listen to Lisa's good advice. Has she led you astray yet?" He reached out and tenderly wiped some of the tears from his mother's wet cheeks.

"I guess not," Sandy reluctantly said. She began wiping her face clean more thoroughly than her son's tender touches. She sat up and tapped on Jane's back.

Jane pulled away and sat up too. Like Sandy, she began wiping her face clean of tears and cum. (They were sweating some as well, but not nearly as much as earlier.)

Lisa said to both mother and daughter, "You're lucky you have me here. I've been through this very same thing myself, you know, on the same plane, years ago. I remember when I first discovered the sheer joy of sucking my brother's cock. Who could believe it's THAT MUCH better than a blowjob with anyone else, right? I couldn't get enough of it! Good Lord, my jaw hurt really badly by the next morning. Learn from my mistakes. If you pace yourself with restraint and frequent breaks, you can actually suck MORE and with less discomfort. But most importantly of all, if you do it that way, you'll give him a lot more pleasure overall! And that's what being a personal slut is all about. Am I right?"

Sandy and Jane nodded straight away. They were soaking up Lisa's ideas and attitude like a sponge.

Lisa continued, "The problem is, when you're serving him with someone else, or even three or more, the feeling is, if you don't go full out, the other ones will, and you'll miss out. That's why selfless teamwork is essential. My mom and I had a rule that worked great for years: if one of you feels like taking a break, give a signal to the other one, and that means BOTH of you stop. What do you think?"

Sandy and Jane looked at each other. After some non-verbal communication was exchanged, Sandy spoke for both of them. "That sounds good. Right, Janey?"

"Right," Jane agreed. She rubbed her jaw. "I must admit, I AM feeling run down. We've been at it so much in the last couple of hours. I'm just not used to it, and it's catching up to me. But I've been afraid to stop, because then Mom would have him all to herself, and what if he cums then? I wouldn't even get to take part in the facial!"

She was very emotional about this, because fellatio had come to mean the world to her in a very short time. Like Sandy had already decided for herself, she was increasingly coming to think that sucking her brother's cock was her true calling. Also like Sandy, she wanted to strive to be the very best, even to the point of wearing red high heels on some distant glorious day.

Lisa said, "That's why teamwork is essential. Imagine if Darrin got to Napali and decided to pick three sluts out of strangers instead of family."

Sandy and Jane glared up at Darrin with very disapproving frowns, as if he'd just done that in real life.

He had to stifle the urge not to laugh.

Lisa went on, "Can you imagine all the infighting and intrigue every time they suck him off together? Because they won't know or trust each other. But as mother and daughter, you two have a huge advantage, and that's your ability to cooperate and trust each other. And a big, big part of that is taking frequent breaks to prolong the joy for everyone."

Sandy said to Lisa, "Thanks. We'll try to do better. This is a whole new world for us. If you'd told me even a few hours ago that I would willingly choose to be my son's 'mommy-slut,' I would have said you were crazy!"

Lisa said, "That's another reason for breaks. Things have been moving at a very fast pace, and it's good for everyone to take a mental breather from time to time. For instance, Darrin will better appreciate all your great oral loving if he can have some time to look back and savor what happened before the next wild, great thing comes along. Right, Stud?"

Those comments were ironic coming from Lisa, since she was more responsible than anyone for the deliberately breakneck pace of events. But her proximate goal of getting Sandy and Jane fully hooked on sucking Darrin's cock had been achieved, so she could slow things down. Plus, after the talk she'd just had with Vicky, she was even more mindful of slowing things down for the rest of the plane flight.

Darrin said, "Right. Geez, look at me." He stood back up and returned to his chair at the card table. "I've been so overwhelmed that I actually ended up lying on the ground, unable to stand. I mean, it's awesome! But we don't have to push things that intently forever. We're committed to each other, aren't we? We're not going anywhere."

Sandy stood up and went to him to give him a hug. However, she was standing and he was sitting, which gave her a fun opportunity: she deliberately hugged him so that her enormous tits pretty much enveloped his face. "That's right, Son. Your big-titted mommy-slut is right here, ready to love you, always."

Jane snickered and giggled. "Geez, Mom! I think each of your tits is bigger than his entire head! Here, let me help." She stood up and also enveloped his head with her tits, but from the backside.

Both women did that in a loose way, so he had no trouble breathing. In fact, his nose and mouth had an air pocket of Sandy's deep cleavage right in front of it. But still, it was a dramatic physical gesture, both sexy and funny.

It also was symbolic, since "big-titted" was a key part of their new identities. Both of them already actually preferred to be called his "big-titted sluts" instead of just his "sluts," because it sounded more naughty and arousing.

Darrin joked, "Death by boob! My favorite way to go! Lisa, before I'm smothered to death, can you take a photo or two of this?"

"Oooh! Good idea!" Lisa took the camera from the table and snapped some pictures.

Things settled down somewhat after that, since it was break time. There were only the two folding chairs to sit in, and the card table itself was too flimsy for anyone to sit on. Sandy wound up sitting in the chair opposite Darrin, and Jane rather boldly sat in Darrin's lap.

Lisa wandered off to a nearby cooler to get another bottle of water for Darrin. Then she came back and told the others to eat and drink some more. After that, she wound up leaning against some of the boxes, so she could stay high up enough for the others to see her.

The Douglases found themselves surprisingly hungry and thirsty, so the next while was spent in relative silence and calm as they ate and drank. With Jane in Darrin's lap, he playfully fed food into her mouth sometimes, while she often did the same to him.

At one point, Jane said as she stared down into Darrin's lap, "Lisa, since you're the expert, here's a question: should we worry about his cock going flaccid? I'm looking at it now, and I'm getting concerned. But maybe it's good for it to go flaccid every now and then. We all know about those commercials with the warning to seek medical help if your erection lasts more than four hours. But then again, I'm worried that if it does go flaccid, it might not get stiff again, given all he's been through today."

Lisa said, "Excellent question. Actually, yes, it would be good to let it go flaccid for a little while. Also, we should be careful for signs of chafing or soreness. As far as it getting erect again, that could become a problem eventually. But given how super sexy and fun you two are, I highly doubt that'll be a problem now."

Jane was disappointed, because she had just been about to resume jacking him off, with her snack almost finished. She kept her hands free from his crotch.

Sandy said to Lisa, "Don't count yourself out either. Or Vicky, for that matter."

Before Sandy could say more, something triggered a nagging thought for Darrin. "Hey! Wait a sec. Lisa, Jane was just calling you 'the expert,' which I totally get. You had years and years being a full-fledged Napali slut. Which is awesome. But a few minutes ago, when you said you were 'pulling rank,' you also said 'I think my red heels make me an authority when it comes to cocksucking and general cock pleasuring.' That stuck in my mind and I was going to ask you about it, but the conversation kept moving so I didn't get a chance. I think it's finally time for you to explain what this high heels business is all about."

Lisa looked to Sandy and Jane. "What do you think girls? Should I tell him?"

Jane said, "You've got no choice, after he figured out most of it. My Brother is a very smart guy." Since she was on his lap already, she leaned in and gave him a peck on the lips, while making sure to rub her bare tits against his chest (which was covered with his T-shirt again).

Lisa was unhappy about it, but she realized that Jane was right. She thought, I was just talking to Vicky about not revealing more secrets, and then I slip up and have to reveal more. Thankfully, it's not that big of a secret in the first place, actually, and it does seem he's figured most of it out already anyway. But maybe I can at least use this as an excuse to explain to all of them the importance of keeping secrets.

She said, "Okay, Stud, since you're curious, here's the deal. Napali women are VERY serious about sucking cock, as you now know. But even now, I'm sure you don't realize JUST how true that is. It's much more than a sex act; it's an entire way of life! Over the years, a system has developed, a series of rankings to show off just how skilled a woman is with her mouth, much like the black belt and other belt colors for the martial arts. Wearing high heels is a very common thing in Napali, as you may guess already."

She looked knowingly down at her own feet, clad in red high heels, then at Sandy's and Jane's in their black high heels.

She went on, "The color of the heels has a special significance in Napali. Certain colors indicate you've been judged to have more developed sucking skills."

He was extremely impressed, aroused, and intrigued. Even though he'd basically figured out the gist already, hearing it confirmed from Lisa's lips was another matter altogether. Wow! I love Napali even more! They literally turn blowjobs into an art form, or a sport. Or maybe both, combined!

He asked, "So what do red mean? Or black?"

"Black signifies a total beginner. No offense, but that's what your mom and sister are. Red shows more talent that comes from lots of experience."

Sandy was a bit distressed by the brevity of that answer. "What?! Lisa, is that all you're going to say about the colors?!"

Lisa said, "There's a certain charm in leaving a mystery behind some things. He doesn't need to know all the details I explained to you."

"I know that," Sandy complained, "but you're being way too modest! Son, red sucker heels are the ultimate! It takes years and years of sucking to get to that level. If cocksucking were an Olympic sport, Lisa would be on the Olympic team! She'd be the gold medal winner!"

Lisa blushed. "I don't know about that." But she was secretly pleased and proud.

Jane chimed in, "It's totally true! Apparently red is the very highest level you can achieve. Then there are different sub-levels within that, so there's pretty much no end to the ladder you can climb. Even Vicky, who lived in Napali a long time, and longer than Lisa, only wears blue heels. That's super great too, but not quite as great as red. When you're looking at Lisa's lovely naked body right now, consider that you're looking at one of the top ten or twenty best cocksuckers in Napali society, which means one of that many of the very best cocksuckers in the entire world!"

Lisa's face turned even redder. She actually covered her face with both hands. "Please! You're embarrassing me! I'm not really all that!"

Actually, she was all that, and Jane's guesses on the numbers were about accurate. Cocksucking was such more much of a developed and practiced art on Napali that virtually all the very best in the world were on that island, or at very least they were connected to SI.

Sandy delighted in teasing Lisa a bit, since she felt this was something Lisa should be proud about. "Don't listen to her. Clearly, she's one of these people who are so modest they have trouble with compliments. She told us that she's so skilled at the art of fellatio that in all the times she's sucked you, she'd had to hold way, way back. Apparently, you couldn't handle even twenty percent of what she could do if she went all out on you."

"Oh God!" That only embarrassed Lisa even more, even though it was true. She covered her face more thoroughly, and shut her eyes tightly for good measure.

Darrin looked up and down Lisa's incredible nude body. "Are you serious?! Lisa, is that true?!"

He thought, How can someone who looks like a fucking sex goddess be that good at blowjobs?! Although I guess it makes sense that the very, very best have to look gorgeous, for that extra oomph. But how lucky am I that she's here with me?!

Lisa groaned. She was both delighted to impress him while being genuinely unable to cope with the praise. She kept talking with her face covered. "Ugh! I should never have mentioned that to these blabbermouths, but yes. The problem is that you've been close to the cusp of cumming nearly the entire time I've been near your cock today. And with you cumming so many times, I couldn't risk pushing you over the edge. So I've had to hold back, way back. If I could get you after a prolonged break, I could show you more of what I could do."

Sandy noticed that wording. She asked, "But not all?"

Lisa groaned in frustration again. "No, not all." She reluctantly dropped her hands and resumed eye contact. "Oral sex is a two-way street. Darrin, don't be offended, but you're a beginner when it comes to getting your cock sucked too. As I keep pointing out, there's an art to that as well, and a big part of that is being able to handle extreme stimulation. Right now, if I truly went all out on you, you'd cum less than a minute after I wrapped my lips around your shaft. That's too fast. Nobody wants that, especially after you came eight times today already, so you'll have to take my word on that. But as you get more experienced, you'll be able to handle almost anything, and only cum if and when you want to."

He was impressed. "Wow! So cool! This keeps getting better and better. By the way, regarding the red heels level, what do you have to do to get that high? Who is the judge? And how many Napali women hold that ranking right now?"

"UUGGGH!" Lisa groaned yet again. "Please don't ask those questions, at least not right now. Okay? Some things lose their mystique after you learn all the background details."

"Okay, fair enough," he replied. "But as far as the last question goes, am I going to be able to figure that out in a matter of days? I'll just keep an eye on the heels I see and count what percentage are red."

Lisa grumbled, "That's true. I suppose I won't reveal too much by telling you that, out of the 300 or so women living in Napali right now, I believe 26 are red-heeled suckers."

Jane did the math. "In other words, less than ten percent. Nice! But out of those, how many are over fifty?"

Lisa winced, because that was a very perceptive question. "A majority of them, actually. Because it usually takes decades to get that ranking."

Darrin thought, DECADES?! Holy FUCK! Wow, that really brings home that this isn't just some wild weekend or something. This is long-term! Fuck!

Jane then asked Lisa, "And your age is?"

Lisa shut her eyes in embarrassment again. "Twenty-nine."

Jane further pointed out, "Wow! Impressive! And yet you left Napali three years ago, so you must have gained red heel status by the time you were 26. How is that possible?"

Lisa covered her face as her blush grew redder still. "I don't know! I guess I'm just lucky that way. I really, really love a good suck, and maybe I have a natural aptitude at it. Please! You're embarrassing me!"

Darrin thought Lisa looked absolutely adorable with her face red from blushing and her hands over her eyes.

But Jane wasn't done. "How many other women in their twenties currently wear red heels, that you know of?"

Lisa sighed once more. "Damn, you, Jane! I've never been so embarrassed in my life! One other that I know of, and one more that turned thirty since I left."

Sandy took over for Jane. "So, what we've just figured out is that, for your age, when you're still the epitome of physical perfection, you're well into the top one percent of the very best cocksuckers on the island! And it's an island of cocksucking fanatics, who suck and suck, morning, noon, and night! AND you've declared yourself to be my big man's exclusive big-titted cocksucking slut for as long as you can stay with him! Well, one of his exclusive sluts, that is. Is that about right?"

Lisa nodded while keeping her hands over her blushing face. This is good and bad. I can't help but feel excited that Master knows how talented I really am. Oh shit! I called him "Master." I can't do that! Anyway, I don't want to strut around like I'm better than everyone else. And it's not right if I steal the spotlight from Sandy and Jane. But I can't get them to shut up!

Jane looked to Darrin with a big smirky smile on her face. "Brother, how do you feel about that? I think you should enjoy her mouth as much as you can, while you can. I don't mind, as long as we're sharing. I'll bet you're pretty psyched!"

He replied in a jubilant mood, "I am! Man! My dick is so stiff and hard right now, without being touched at all. Lisa, you rock! I'm totally impressed! But I still have questions. I don't want to pry into the mystery too much, so I'll try to avoid asking certain questions. But just on a practical level, isn't it a bad thing to have practically all the women walking around on high heels all the time? They're bad for the feet."

Lisa took her hands from her face, since that question didn't further directly embarrass her. Her ruby red face looked even more adorable when her shining brown eyes could be seen. "That's true. However, women don't actually wear them all the time, because of the problem you mention. For instance, Sandy, you'll be working at your secretarial job for seven hours a day, and not seeing your son during that time. So, naturally, you'll take your heels off while you're working and wear another, more comfortable pair of something in your earned color. If you leave to take part in the school lunch suckathon, you'll just slip back into your heels for the duration of that. There are lots of other cases like that where substitute shoes are worn, such as at the beach, where the sand makes heels impractical. And there's a lot of beach."

Darrin said, "But that just raises even more questions for me. As you point out, there's a lot of beach. It must pretty much be all beach, which means trouble for heels, no?"

Lisa replied, "No, the ground is hard enough once you leave the beach proper. And Napali women wear special heels when walking out and about that raise the heel well off the ground without having a stiletto-type spiked heel. Think of them like high-heeled clogs, if you will. The ones like I'm wearing now are for indoor use and parties and special occasions. Plus, there are sidewalks and hard floors all over the place, precisely for this reason. You could even say the entire society is designed for cocksucking in heels. That's how strongly we feel about it."

"WOW!" All three Douglases said at once.

Darrin's cock was throbbing needfully. He wondered if someone would start jacking him off, since they were within range. However, they were all still in break mode.

Lisa further explained, "But remember that you three will be living together. So you'll be indoors a lot. Sandy, Jane, you'll be kneeling for hours every day, endlessly slurping on your man's horse cock together, so the fact that you have heels on then is a moot point in terms of potentially hurting your feet."

Sandy clutched her hands to her chest, because she was emotionally overcome. She unthinkingly sucked on two of her fingers. Oh! I'm so happy! What joy! What bliss! So much cocksucking! How the heck did I even live before today?! All those wasted years. But then again, I would NEVER suck anyone's cock except for my big man's. Even Dennis wasn't deserving. So I would have had to go without all my life until very recently anyway.

Darrin then asked Lisa, "So why wear them at all in those instances?!"

Sandy answered with passion before Lisa could. She leaned towards him, causing her huge tits to sag down onto the car table. "Because of what it means, symbolically! Son, I know I'm an absolute beginner on this. I'm only wearing black heels. I feel bad that I'm at the very bottom, and I swear I'm going to practice on you until your mommy wears heels that you can be proud of. But, even so, the mere act of wearing any pair of colored heels tells everyone on the island that I'm a dedicated cocksucker! YOUR cocksucker! It means I'm ready to drop to my knees at any time and use this mouth, and this body, to pleasure you and serve you!"

She sat up straight and sensuously caressed her round I-cups with both hands. The more she thought of herself as one of her son's personal cocksuckers, the more aroused she got.

Jane was getting seriously turned on as well, and for the same reasons. "Me too! Already, my heels are like my most treasured possession, even though they're only black. Brother, there have been times today when I was sucking your big fat cock and I got so tired that I felt I couldn't go on. But then I thought about my heels and that gave me a second wind!"

Sandy chimed in, staring intensely into her son's brown eyes. "Hear, hear! And even if I feel pain from wearing them too long, I consider that a GOOD thing! The pain is a constant reminder that the heels are on my feet, which is a constant reminder that I'm one of your big-titted cocksucking sluts!"

Jane nodded. She felt that way about the pain as well.

He looked between the three women with confusion on his face. "Okay, I guess I can see all that. But why insist on high heels at all then? Why not just make it red shoes, period, for the top level, and then that woman can wear whatever kind of shoes she wants, when she wants, as long as they're red?"

Lisa said, "It's sort of that way already, with substitute shoes allowed for various circumstances. Remember how I just explained that? But consider the heels are both practical AND symbolic. Guys DO notice when you wear them because they DO change your posture to make your entire body look sexier. So that's key right there. But think about the symbolism of a wedding ring. It's not just a band of gold; it means so much more!"

The other two women nodded.