several fingers into the hole when it's good and wet? Now you do it. That's it, work them back and forth. You'll be amazed how much will fit.”
She followed my orders dutifully, leaving one hand on her tits to play with them while the other invaded her cunt. I could still smell and taste her. The juices from her cunt had formed a film over my face and mouth, which gave my masturbating quite a fillip. The two fingers I'd had in my cunt when Elaine had awaken were now back inside rummaging in search of vitally sensitive spots. I was soaking wet and shivering with tension. The small orgasms I'd had while making love to my beautiful little sister just weren't satisfactory. The big one was my goal.
Watching Elaine follow my lead was most gratifying. She did her best to be cool about it, but gradually her passion ran away with her. It wasn't long before she had a couple of fingers hooked into her cunt too and her loins were bobbing up and down once more. Then her eyes fell and she bit her lips, fingering with fervor, everything forgotten but the romp of wild sensations in her body.
And eventually I forgot about her. A confusion of images filled my mind as my fingers gyrated about inside my cunt and another worked its way up my asshole. As one we moaned and writhed, finger-fucking, letting our fantasies provide the impetus, keeping it up till it seemed dangerous to go any further. Elaine grabbed hold of me with one hand, her other hand massaging her cunt without a pause. She was half crying, half laughing, and she said: “This is the end, Kathy, say good-bye to sanity. No, no, this is too much-oh Jesus, aaaAAAAAAAHHHH! Mmmmmmm…” And then she was silent, her face fixed in a broad smile, her chest heaving.
That did it for me. All the aroused centers in my body suddenly flashed in a simultaneous short-circuit, with energy running rampant, flares of it all coming together in a bonfire that threatened to consume me for a moment And then, after a shrill peak of ecstasy, the fires died down as slowly as movie house lights, the rheostat of passion dimming further and further, till everything was just perfect.
“So now you know,” I said to her, and Elaine smiled even more.
“It's so easy,” she marveled. “No wonder the girls wouldn't tell me. Only an idiot couldn't figure out how to jerk off.”
“Jerk off.” She sounded funny using slang. Her elegant appearance didn't lend itself to looseness. But I knew what she meant. Some of the girls I'd known had taught themselves how to satisfy their pubescent needs. Others had to be taught. Some of us-and that included me-were so naive that sex didn't even enter into our thinking. Once introduced to it, however, there was no forgetting it. I'd been initiated and now Elaine had had a taste. So much for the parental plan of keeping me decent by putting me in my little sister's room. If Dad caught us playing with each other he would surely lose his mind. That was a sobering thought. “Hey, you'd better get back into your own bed,” I said. “You know what'll happen if we're caught, don't you?”
“Ah, who cares,” Elaine said with contempt in her voice. “I'm sick of this place, anyway. I wouldn't mind if Mum and Dad sent me to a boarding school.”
“You don't know what you're talking about.” My voice lacked conviction so I talked louder to sound authoritative. “Just get into your bed and think yourself lucky you weren't sent to school the way I was.”
“Okay,” Elaine said sulkily. “Sorry I bothered you.”
“Don't be sorry,” I said softly. “I loved every moment of it.”
“I'm glad.” She was smiling again. I turned off the TV and lay back in the dark of night, wondering if my sexual preferences had really been altered at boarding school. But then I thought of Bob and how I had yearned for him earlier, and I knew it would work out- somehow.
CHAPTER THREE
I was awakened by a rhythmic rustling sound and heavy breathing. It was Elaine, practicing the new tricks Td taught her the night before. How charming she looked, I thought, peering at her through my lashes so as not to disturb her. The sheets were down around her ankles, her long body arched upwards with strain, and both her hands were between her legs, rubbing and fingering as if she wanted to make up for lost time.
She was closing in on her climax rapidly. Her head rolled from side to side and her hands missed the mark more frequently so that she had to consciously adjust her position and do it right. Little moans and deep sighs orchestrated the process. I was enjoying every second of it, egging her on silently and hoping she'd make it. If I knew anything about masturbating, Elaine was talented at it. Her climax erupted all of a sudden, rendering her body as taut as a bow string for a second till all of the emotions flooded out of her and she fell back with a little cry of happiness.
At that moment someone began to knock at the door. Elaine was startled and pulled the sheet over her sweating body. I lifted myself up on an elbow and said: “Yes?”
“Time to get up, girls,” Mum said from the other side of the door. “Breakfast is on the table.”
“Oh, Mum, it's too early!” I protested. The clock said seven, and we were on vacation after all!
“I have to be in Morristown by nine,” Mum said, “so it's an early start for all of us.”
That gave me quite a lift Dad had to go to work and Mum's trips to Morristown took all day as a rule. Bob and I might get our chance yet! Then Elaine mentioned she was scheduled to go hiking that day with a girl friend, and Nora bolted her breakfast so she could go to a rally on campus-Bob and I could hardly contain ourselves!
Dad, however, was on to us. “You two had better spend the day with Aunt Liz,” he said without taking his eyes out of the paper. “I've called her and she'll be here around nine to pick you two up for a day at the lake.” Neither of us could say anything in protest of course. Instead we forced smiles and said what a good idea that was. Mum said nothing. She just served the breakfasts and remained expressionless. Was it her idea, I wondered.
Bob and I sat in the living room and watched the others leave one by one. Nora was picked up by a campus radical who drove a British sports car. Elaine left with a small knapsack on her back, little shorts and soft hiking boots, an uncharacteristic gleam in her eyes. Then Mum took her car and drove off to Morristown where she would devote herself to works of charity for the day. And finally Dad left. He didn't want to go before Aunt Liz came but he didn't want to be late for the office either. In the end he left us with the gruff instructions to “behave ourselves.”
The moment the door closed behind him Bob and I were in each other's arms, hugging the other fiercely. We waited till we heard his car back out; and then we kissed deeply, our tongues delving into the other, my hands exploring the hard, muscular contours of his back while his weighed my tits and squeezed them appreciatively. “Oh, baby!” he whispered, kissing my face all over. “If only you knew what a long year this has been for me!”
“I know, I know,” I nodded, caressing the full outline of his cock. He was so erect that it made me weak in the knees. I wanted him right away, any way he wanted to give it to me. Suddenly cock was all I could think about, Bob's cock, thick and hard, opening up my pussy the way no fingers or tongues could. The moisture flooded my box, I was ready for him, and my hands wrestled with the awkward buttons and zip of my jeans. He had undone his fly and his cock was up into the air, proud and ready, and I couldn't take my eyes off it. If only Aunt Liz could be a few minutes late! A quickie would set me up for a while.
I flung myself back on the couch, one finger in my cunt rotating inside the entrance to distribute my juices evenly so he could slip into me without difficulty. And Bob took his jeans off, kicked them out of the way, and threw himself on top of me. I embraced him with one arm and guided his cock in with my free hand, both of us panting and sweating, as anxious as a honeymoon couple. His thick knob pushed at my flesh, demanding to be admitted. I opened my legs wide and reached down with both hands to pull my buttocks apart. It was working! An inch of his cock moved in, jabbing back and forth, getting up further, making me feel incredibly good. It was as though I'd just finished with an all-fluids diet and getting my teeth into a big juicy steak! And I wanted more, more!
“Oh no!” he cried suddenly. His body went rigid and he gnashed his teeth together. “Oh, fuck it!” A strong squirt of sperm played up against the inner walls of my cunt, tickling me erotically. My whole body squirmed in response, mad cries breaking from my throat. Another rush of cream accompanied by the same wild sensations in my innards. I came on the third pulse but Bob was still cursing his luck. “Damn, shit, fuck!” he fumed, getting up and glaring at his cock. It still looked hard and ready to me but he obviously knew better. “Wouldn't you know it,” he said to me, throwing his arms up in a universal gesture of impotent anger, “that I'd blow my wad too early on today of all days?”
I wanted to console him but we heard a car drive up the driveway. As one we dove for our clothes and put
