slurpy sounds. It made Jo more horny. Until now she could handle the situation fairly well, but this erotic display was arousing her to unbelievable heights.
She watched Lisa making her mouth a receptacle for Jim's throbbing' prick, a woman obviously relishing it, reveling in it.
Jo wanted to be doing the same and her fingers were reaming madly in and out of her pussy. The sprawl of Lisa's busty, ripe.frame on the sand, the curve of legs and hips, the thrust of tits, the sight of Jim's big cock-they were too much, God, too much! Jo was excited and she was ashamed of herself for what she was doing, but she couldn't make her fingers go limp in her steamy jungle of a twat, and she couldn't force her pussy to stop snapping like a piranha at those fingers.
Her nipples were stiff, agony swelling and coursing in them each time her hand brushed the rubbery little tips. She knew that a warm, wet mouth could make those nipples feel good-better than good-but she didn't have a warm, wet mouth to suck on her, only her fumbling, aroused hand clawing over her lust-hardened boobs, pinching viciously at her' swollen, aching nipples.
'You gonna fuck me?' Lisa asked wiping drool from her mouth as she sat up. She had a smug grin on her face. Forty feet away, Jo could see that grin. Jim's cock jutted up with a slight curve in its length giving it the appearance of a thick scimitar someone had tried, not successfully, to straighten out. Jo was good at estimations. Space and proportion were part of her calling as an artist. And she knew that Jim was a well-hung man, that his cock was big and fat and long and thick, bigger than the average, bigger than any other prick she had ever seen. The knowledge fired her loins. Was Lisa like her? Did she think of nothing but length, thickness, stiffness? Did her every waking dream center around a stiff prick? Is she really like me? Jo wondered.
'It seems kinda kinky,' Lisa observed, lying back on the sand, her knees up. 'I mean here we are, getting ready to fuck on the beach. Shit! I bet there are people watching us!'
'You'd like that, wouldn't you, baby?' Jim teased, coming into the spread of Lisa's legs. He put his hands on her knees, worked them. 'You would, wouldn't you? You'd like to have an audience. '
'Yeah, I suppose so. It's kinda exciting, thinking about it, I mean.'
'Well, my sexy lady, you go on and fantasize. I'm going to give you a good fucking right now!'
Lisa hummed something and her legs spread widely, and Jim came down upon her. There was a moment of fumbling and then the girl wailed out a cry of delight. Her legs shot up into the air, toes wiggling, and she moaned. 'Oh, do it, Jim, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me… '
Jo's eyes were full of tears now, thankfully misting the delightful sight she was watching, and there was a roaring in her ears, louder than the inrush of the surf further down the beach. 'I could be joining in with you two,' she whispered, still pawing her tits and frigging her hot box of a pussy. 'I could be getting fucked, could be getting sucked, oh… Please Lisa, make noises, any noises, moan, cry out, fold your legs around him. Tell him to keep fucking you. Scream. Scream out for me to join in! Oh, God, I'll come, come and come… '
She wasn't far from coming now. She could sense it in every fiber of her being. Her fingers trembled inside her pussy, quivered tensely, and the lips of her slot, the walls of her tube-they were doing all the work, rippling, contracting like the speeded-up tempo of her breathing. Her clitoris throbbed and her tits were sore, aching lumps of abused flesh. She stared out the window, sobbing with frustration as she watched Lisa writhe under Jim, and she could feel the shame as each stroke of that fat thick cock pounded into the girl. She wanted it to be pounding into her own hot pussy, God how Jo wanted it!
Lisa screamed wildly, rolling under Jim as if she were going into epileptic seizure. Her legs wreathed around him, and she said, 'Oh fuck me, Jim, really fuck me, fuck it to me, fuck me, fuck me… '
'Fuck it to you and a dozen more, the way I feel tonight.' Jim panted, working hard above her. His bare buttocks shone in the firelight, and they looked hard and firm, like slabs of meat. Oh, she wanted him, wanted him so. Why couldn't he be on top of her instead of atop Lisa and his big cock pummeling its way in and out of her sweet, sweet cunt? His body topped Lisa's beautiful frame and he used her the way an animal uses the nearest available female of its species, Jo supposed. She didn't know whether or not he really loved Lisa. Maybe he just loved to fuck and any woman would do. Maybe he was like that. Maybe, hell, maybe even, if he got hot enough sometimes, he might even want to fuck his own sister! Jo shivered violently at the thought.
'Do it, baby, do it to me!' Lisa squealed, rocking and writhing under him on the sand. She attacked him with hands and legs, but she wasn't fighting him off. She was enticing him to fuck her harder, to ravish her and brutalize her and fuck her. Jo felt her heart almost bursting she was so excited. Oh God, how she needed taking care of, the way she'd always longed to be taken care of. She staggered toward the bed, fingers still buried in her rippling snatch. Somehow she managed to throw herself down, collapsing onto the mattress with sighs and tears of frustration.
She rolled over, and she could see the flames through her window and she could still hear the moans and giggles of Lisa as the hot little blonde was fucked and refucked. Shit! It should be me, Jo moaned. She wanted to scream. I love sex! God, how I love it! I need to be fucked! Oh Jim, Lisa… help me! Help me!
Her fingers thrust in and out furiously. She had her knees up, her panties down to her knees, and her nightgown rolled up past her quivering tits. Her cunt seemed to buck up to meet the plunges of her fingers, and she fucked herself with maddened 'determination. I don't need anyone, she lied to herself, and least of all that hot Lisa or that well-hung brother of mine. I'll never need anyone. I have my finger. As long as I have myself, I still have more than most other people will ever call their own. I have me. Oh, baby, I have meeeeee!
Her orgasms came thundering down upon her, one followed by another and still another. She rocked on the bed, not caring how much noise she made. The two on the beach were doped into their own activities. Yet through it all, through the whole sweet surrender to her own passions and lusts, she could hear plain as anything the sound of Lisa's radio, and, even clearer, the girl's sexual moans and cries, floating in with the breeze from the sea, through her open window.
And then, when it was over, she could still hear the sounds from outside. Weren't they ever going to stop! She wanted to close the window, shut out the noises, but she knew she couldn't walk over and do it, that she'd have to look, and that if she looked… Jo crawled under her covers, sobbing like a baby, and she covered her head with the pillow. And still those sounds hammered upon her eardrums, penetrating the pillow's shield the way Jim's cock must be penetrating Lisa's cunt. She rocked and tossed until a fitful, dream-haunted sleep stole upon her. It seemed to take hours, but her body finally fell, leaden, into the sea of slumber.
She spent a lousy night, the rottenest of her life. Her dreams were almost nightmares, sexual nightmares. She was with Jim on the beach. They were fucking gloriously, the way she'd watched him and his wife on the beach. Except he was mounting Jo, from the rear, too, really giving her the dick, and he leaned close to kiss her on the side of the face. It was his cock ramming in and out of her, sending messages of delight from her pussy to her brain, and even as she understood she felt herself beginning to come, to come like a bandit, her body shaking and writhing under him, and he could feel it too because he stepped up his fucking and speared her with his tool and she couldn't stop, she could only lie there and weep and buck and climax, again and again.
She awoke from that dream with a cry of panic, but she was alone in her bed and the house was as silent as a grave. It was early, she knew, because there was only a chilly looking gray light outside. Jo closed her eyes, sank onto the bed again, and sleep came stealing back. Her dreams were no more pleasant, but at least she didn't awake until the alarm rang.
Chapter 3
Jo lay for a long time after the alarm had sounded. Her first class wasn't until almost noon anyway. In a way she was glad she had decided to take the art class this summer. It kept her occupied, kept her mind busy on form and depths and color and detail.
She wondered if she had made the right move, coming to live with her brother and his wife, after the tragic accident that took both parents. Sometimes she felt like an intruder, yet both Jim and Lisa treated her in an off- hand friendly way, showing clearly that they did want her, and that they enjoyed her company.
Later that day, after Jo had returned from her art class, she set up the easel in the living room so she could get better light. Her brother Jim was at work and she knew his wife Lisa was somewhere about, probably out walking on the beach picking up shells, her favorite pastime.
