this nasty habit of spying, please!”
“I've come to help you,” I said. “I'm going to let Bob make love to me so you'll be able to see for yourself what fun it is.”
“Oh, terrific,” she said sourly. “A private show. What is this, a hygiene class? Come on, you two, let me get some sleep.”
“No, wait,” said Bob, giving me a secret wink, “I think Kathy has a good idea. Why don't you just watch and make up your mind that way? It won't hurt, right?”
“I don't care what you do.” Nora was angry now and turned her back to us. “Go ahead, do what you have to do. Just leave me out of your sordid business.”
I didn't care if she watched or not. Bob was so close to me, his hard cock pointing at my cunt with the promise of fulfillment. I sat down on his bed and looked up at him expectantly. He looked around at Nora, who ignored us as well as she could, and said: “Look at the way Kathy responds to cunt kissing, Nora, and you'll see how enjoyable it really is.”
“For perverts like you two maybe,” Nora muttered. Bob shrugged humorously and got down on his knees between my legs. His hands moved smoothly along my thighs, sweeping the hem of my nightie up out of the way, and in the one motion he rested his face between my legs, his tongue flicking out at the over-sensitive pussy. At once my body was beset by long, thrilling impulses, lightning flashes of pleasure that reverberated through me and forced me to lie back and give him my all. That tongue of his danced and darted, lashing out at every little erogenous arsenal down there, sparking each one off before moving on to the next one and leaving me breathless, gasping, within seconds. My hands absently worked to take my nightie off but it took me ages. Finally I managed to sit up and pull it over my head, but by that time Bob wasn't concerned about any other part of me but the one he had in his mouth.
He could take my whole cunt in his mouth or just purse his lips and tug at my clitoris. His tongue could ream up my hole, probing and ticking inside me like a frisky little cock, and it knew how to lightly brush along my labia so as to evoke the wildest urges in my flesh. How was it, I wondered vaguely, that Bob and I had been given so much in the way of sensuality, while Nora, Mum, and Dad had so little? Not enough to get them over the hurdles, anyway. I just hoped they'd find out what they were missing one day. Bob had me impaled on his tongue now, stirring me up, arousing my passions, and all I could do was tell him how good it felt. I caught a glimpse of Nora and she was watching openly. How could she resist?
He had his hands under my cheeks now and held them well apart, opening my cunt up wide so that his tongue could dig in all the deeper. His face was buried in my cunt, the nose nuzzling my clitoris deliciously, his lizard's tongue flicking at my asshole and cunt hole in equal doses, licking and sucking at me, conducting my passions like a maestro in charge of an orchestra. He was in total control. His tongue had only to slither up my cunt to make me cry out with ecstasy and writhe from side to side. And when he made the tip of his furled tongue apply pressure on my clit I just about jack-knifed forward, desperate to stop the excruciating tickling sensation and to make sure he'd keep it up forever.
“Tell Nora how good it is,” he said, his voice muffled by flesh and hair and wetness. “Convince her once and for all.”
“All right,” I said shakily. With a titanic effort I raised my torso and rested back on my elbows to face Nora. She avoided looking at me but her eyes couldn't help but stray to my loins to watch Bob's efforts with something approaching envy. “It's really beautiful, Nora,” I began. Words wouldn't come. What the hell, couldn't she see how good it was? “It makes you feel like a… a victim, that's it, like your cunt rules your mind. Ooooooh Bob!” I pulled back and hissed at him with sudden tension. He'd started to work his finger into my cunt while his lips concentrated on my clitoris, and in no time at all he'd produced a burst of passion in me that I just couldn't contain. He understood. His fingers moved right up inside me and began to fuck me rapidly, but he kept away from my clitoris. “So good,” I said, falling back. “You ought to try it, Nora… oh, Jesus! Ooooh,oh, oh, oh! Bob, harder, harder, oh my God-aaaaahhh!” It felt as though his fingers were a lightning rod through which all of my emotions were discharged into the earth. For a moment I experienced a total peace, nothing left inside me; I was floating, moaning, angelic, so out of it that I didn't notice him inserting his cock.
He was on top of me and fucking with long, regular strokes by the time I'd come to. My arms and legs were wrapped tightly around him and I couldn't stop kissing his face and neck. That old, nagging frustration from this afternoon had been largely dissipated. Bob was now in the process of creating a new lust and satisfying it. I went along with him willingly, pushing my cunt up at his marauding cock and egging him on with feverish kisses and whispered words.
“It can't be that good,” Nora's voice cut into our passionate bubble suddenly and we did our best to ignore it. “I mean, Bob sucked my cunt too but it didn't do anything to me. Some of us have self-discipline and others of us just indulge ourselves, it seems. I don't care for this sort of thing. You two will have to learn to understand that-if you can.”
She stood by the side of Bob's bed, dressed in her own floor-length nightie, a living monument of reproach. I wanted her to go up in a puff of smoke. Bob shared my desire. “For Chrissakes, Nora, get the fuck out of here!” he said sharply, and returned his attention to the matter in hand.
“That's a nice way to address your sister,” said Nora, but she went back to her own bed and shut up. Bob's mighty piston started to slide in and out of my overheated, saturated pussy again, in and out with perfect assurance, his cock hard and true, his hands under my ass, his dead weight crushing down on me like one big caress. It took us little or no time to restore the delicate balance of our screw, both of us immersing ourseti in the other, and soon I'd become the sheath for his sword, nothing more, nothing less.
But Bob had more on his mind than that. He pulled his cock out of me without warning and Lifted me up bodily to deposit me on my hands and knees on Nora's bed. She was too shocked to move out of the way. Instead she jut sat there with me straddling her prostrate form and watched wide-eyed as Bob got into position behind me and eased his cock right back up my quailing pussy again. I bent down low so I could look back through my legs and see his balls swinging back and forth with every stroke. What Nora did was her own affair.
She took it for as long as she could, lying there with us heaving above her. Then, resolutely, she tried to wriggle out from under. Before she could get her legs out of the way, Bob pushed me down on top of her, pinning her down for the moment. Again she lay still, not at all sure of what to do in such a confronting situation. Bob kept on fucking me, his thick cock down between my closed thighs, deep into the wet, hot pit and stroking me up tremendously. My tits were on her knees with only the sheet between us. Resting my head to one side I could look right up her nightie, up where her well-protected pussy took cover in the shadows. Impulsively I reached out and caressed her thickly haired cunt. She pulled back as though she'd received an electric shock, but I'd discovered in that split second how hot and wet she really was. Her ambivalence was pretty well complete. She wanted it as desperately as she didn't want it.
Bob pulled out again, this time to take hold of Nora and tear at her nightie with one hand. I was quick to help him, and together we tore her garment off before she could even begin to protest. As soon as she was naked and the sheet had been moved out of the way, Bob told me to get on top of her. I obeyed without hesitation. Her body stiffened as I lay on her but that was alright. Her full tits squashed into my smaller ones and her pubic bone backed off from mine until Bob got on top of me and shoved his cock rudely back into my cunt. Then the combined weight caused my bone to gnash against hers, flexing the skin of her cunt in harmony with Bob's fucking, and there was nothing she could do about it.
“Get off me!” she hissed, real anger in her voice. “Get off before I scream!”
“Go ahead,” I said, “scream.”
She opened her mouth wide to let it all hang out but before a sound could emerge I pressed my mouth down over hers and kissed her passionately. That not only shut her up-it stunned her, too. She stared at me as though I'd lost my mind. And while she stared that inexorable stimulation down under kept moving ahead, slow, insidious, undermining her steely resolve without her being aware of it Bob fucked to beat the band. His cock moved back so far that it was lost in space for a second before plunging back into-me, edging me closer to my imminent climax and indirectly jerking Nora off. I loved the feel of her soft body under mine, the way her hard nipples pushed into my flesh and her pubic hair chafed against my skin. Even if she did her best to remain aloof under this pulsing, writhing mess of erotica, I knew that parts of her at least were with us all the way.
Gradually I forgot about her. It felt as though I'd been sandwiched between two pillows of flesh with a powerful, plunging vibrator moving about in my cunt, and that all of this worked only for the sake of my pleasure. I
