white pearl-like streaks, down to the carpeted floor.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Pissed, annoyed royally at being left out of what the teen felt was rightfully his fuck, eighteen-year-old Erik stalked back to his bedroom, leaving his drying semen behind as mute testimony to the incestuous lesbian oral orgy he had accidentally witnessed. Then, he angrily crawled back into his bed to let his frustrated emotions boil and double his annoyance, his confusion.
How could she do this to me? he thought, not sure if he was thinking about his mother or his aunt. All he knew was there were two prime pussies in that bedroom and both of them were getting off while Erik's big cock was getting nothing but some finger marks and fist-fucking friction splotches.
It was impossible for the teen to sleep, so intense was his sexual turmoil, so deep his need to finally throw away his virginity and proclaim his cock and his balls as the knowledgeable necessities of a real fucking man.
The hours passed slowly for Erik, and the sounds of delighted lovemaking, now and then, would penetrate the walls separating him from two very hot cunts.
After their first glorious double orgasm, cumming off together in mouth-to-cunt double ending, they found another marijuana cigarette and shared it in the afterglow of their fuck, feeling the wonderful sensations slowly ebb and ripple away.
Then, as if fresh fuel had been added to their already flaming pyre of perverted sexuality, Betty Sue crawled between her sister's spread legs and butted her clitoris up against Barbara's, slowly and sensually grinding away, mingling the flow of their separate pussy juices, their recent cum, until they were lost again within the heavenly transports of forbidden desire, their next orgasm in a sister induced nonstop string of cum after cum rolling over their stuck together cuntal mouths and making their bodies shudder with the goods feelings that only a clit against another clit can originate.
When they had finished with that cum, Barbara slipped out of bed and went into the bathroom, turning the water on to fill the giant tub and checking the temperature to make, sure it was warm enough. Satisfied that it was, she went quietly into the kitchen and brought two cans of beer back to the bedroom. They drank the beer in comfortable silence, waiting for the water to fill the tub.
The sisters finished their beer and went into the bathroom together, both of them slipping into the extra warm water mid scrunching up close together in the oversized tub. Barbara Jean's back was to Betty Sue and Betty's hips hunched as tight against her sister's buttocks as was possible. Her arms snaked around Barbara's back and cupped both her tits in her palms, slowly and deliberately teasing them, kneading them, pulling and stretching at the elongated, blood-tilled nipples and making them stand out rigidly at attention while she laved them gently with the warm water.
Barbara's hands reached behind her and down until she could squeeze into Betty Sue's crotch, prying at her pussy lips and opening them wider so the warm water could lap up inside her well-fucked cuntal hole and wash away the pussy juices, the heady, almost overwhelming fragrance generated by their hours of nonstop fucking.
Loving the feel of Barbara's hands prying into her pussy, Betty let her hands slide down over Barbara's smooth flat belly and separate the red hairs of her pubic mound, sliding her slick wet fingers over her sister's clitoris and right into her fuck hole, holding it wide open and, paddle fashion, rushing water into it.
'Oh, Betty,' Barbara said, 'no one could ever wash my cunt out quite like you do it. You make me feel so good, so loved. I could just stay like this with you forever.'
Betty Sue laughed and nuzzled against ha sister's neck, kissing and nipping at her wet shoulder with her teeth, being careful not to break the akin.
'If you just had a cock,' Barbara Jean said, 'I'd never leave you.'
'And probably you'd never let me take it out of your cunt as well,' Betty Sue said, and both sisters laughed again.
Then, finished with their bath, they stood up and each of them took towels, carefully drying the other off, paying special attention to each sister's breasts, to her pubic area and in between her smooth thighs. Then all around their buttocks and deep within the moist, warm crack of their asses and around the delicately puckered ring of their assholes as well. Finally there was no more water to be dried from either of their bodies.
Back in the bedroom, the first faint rays of dawn were penetrating the yellow-draped windows and both girls seemed to notice it at the same time. Betty Sue, really exhausted from a long and quite eventful day, found herself suddenly, weak. She yawned and stretched.
Has it just been one day? she asked herself, remembering the huge hulking form of the Reverend Doctor Billy Dean Donaldson and the game of un-fucking they had played together, both knowing it was just an excuse to strip naked and jump into bed, to fit the enormous knob of his gnarled, fist-like cockhead within the lips of her delicate cuntal mouth and stick all of it up into her, fucking and filling her with black-man cum. Followed by hours of agonized remorse and recrimination as Betty Sue drove around aimlessly, alone, trying to clear her mind of her sins.
Then, the incredible encounter with Erik, with his cock being tightly clasped inside her very own hand.
And can after can of beer and dope cigarette after dope cigarette, followed by an entire night of sisterly lovemaking that was anything but sisterly as the lesbians writhed through one incestuous fuck session after another… followed by a long, lingering, extra hot tub bath, filled with much cunt fondling and clit stroking, with much breast squeezing and nipple tweaking.
'Suddenly, I feel very tired, Barbara,' Betty Sue said, feeling every one of her forty years.
'Me too, Betts,' she said, yawning, remembering it had been quite a long day. Yes, she thought, it has been just one day. And she remembered climbing up onto Johan's belly in his hospital room and working his big long cock up to full erection, sliding down on it with her cunt and fucking him ragged.
Then, in Erik's room, with him naked and cock throbbing, with herself just as naked and ready for anything, working the teen up through a prolonged cunt-eating, cocksucking to his very first fuck, almost.
And the night long, machinegun-like cumming in her sister's sweet arms. Barbara Jean thought she had every right to be tired, she had certainly shared enough cum for any one day of her life.
'I think I'll just slip quietly off to my room and collapse,' Barbara Jean said, kissing Betty warmly on the mouth, the faint traces of soap and clean flesh lighting up her mouth and her taste buds. 'Good night, dear. Please don't wake me up unless you absolutely have to. I might sleep forever.'
Betty Sue was pulling the covers up over herself as she watched her sister leave the room and close the door behind her.
Barbara Jean's foot made contact with something sticky that was drying on the carpet. She looked down and saw some funny streaks of drying white flaky stuff all over the bedroom door. Ignoring it, whatever it happened to be, she turned and headed to her own bedroom, walking naked, all her things being forgotten in her sister's bedroom where they had fucked the night away.
She went into her room and pulled down her covers, getting right into bed and curling up into a warm, well-fucked ball, her sex flesh throbbing in used, sensual delight as her eyes slowly closed and her mind began going blank…
First Johan's big hard cock faded from her thoughts, and her taste buds sparkled in her mouth, recalling the peculiarly delicious flavor of his uncircumcised cockhead.
Then Betty Sue's cunt, that dearly loved cunt that had, through the years, shared some memorable cums with Barbara's own pussy, slowly evaporated from her thoughts.
Barbara Jean settled down for a deep, relaxing sleep.
Erik Swensen had had just about all of it he could handle. After all, he wasn't really supposed to be Superman or even Super Cockman, even if he did have a remarkably big slab of meat hanging between his legs. It just wasn't right for them to keep ignoring him that way, his cock, his balls, his genuine need to get fucked, to become a man, to stop being a virgin and move up into the real world of fucking and sucking and all-night cums.
He forced himself to focus his thoughts on just one person, just one cunt, who would, finally, lift his burden
