When he had reduced me to a bundle of trembling need I begged him to do me. He grinned so masterfully as he undid his pants. I stared in awe at his six-inch cock – it always looked so big to me. Hiking up my skirt and half-slip so he could watch, I rested my back against the front seat and squatted on top of him.
He always had trouble finding my cunt-hole so I would end up holding onto his hot, wet cock and guiding it between the tender, swollen little petals and on inside. There it scrubbed the walls clean. It rubbed the juice into the slick sides, it poked and prodded, building me to a deliciously nice high and cascading me over the brink as he flushed my cunt out with his hot jism.
But now, even in my dream, I didn't go over the lovely, eternal falls. I stopped short and found I was left with a need inside me that still demanded release.
Waking up, I couldn't stand it any longer. If I didn't get this thing solved, then I was through. I had to stop before I went completely out of my mind.
It was only a little over a day now before Keith would arrive. Now that the crisis had simmered down and I'd had a nap of sorts, maybe I could jack off and at least drive the need out of my body.
I was frightened. If that didn't work I would just keep going higher and higher. But I was pretty sure it would. It seemed only new, wild or unusual things kept me from at least losing all feelings. Thinking that I'd given my body enough time to get over it, I lay there on the towel and began to rub my clit. I was going to be careful. If I didn't stop where I thought I should then I'd go back for another swim and cool down that way.
I stroked my boobs like Gary used to. My nipples didn't rise and pout hard but they warmed and tingled. The light stroke of my finger along my slit and across the clit-hill felt nice. I lay there for several minutes, carefully regulating my caresses so I didn't overreact. Slowly the pain and tension turned to pleasure and I sighed.
The hose had washed and dried out my cunt and it was several minutes before it started dribbling its juice again so I could work a couple of fingers inside myself. The need in my body rose and warmed as my fingers pushed and prodded the soft flesh inside my cunt.
I scooted over, under a tree and, spreading my legs, pulled my little cuntlips up so I could watch them and started rubbing them back and forth together. I was a mess. I had to have a shower and get all of the jism and dirt off me. I felt horribly unclean.
Speeding up, I dug for my clit and exposed it. I began to rub furiously. My box began to drool around the buried fingers and wink tightly around the knuckles. My clit became charged with the electricity of sex and I began to tremble.
Then my punishment took over and my orgasm was blocked. But the painful need to keep going disappeared. That was fine. It was what I wanted. I could wait now until Saturday. I had to.
Saturday arrived and with it my brother and his wife. It was a tearful reunion. I was really horny from going without for two days. I was keyed up from looking forward to their coming, and overanxious to tell them my story and find a solution. I had made no plans past their visit. I was convinced they would be able to help me. If they couldn't I was lost and I knew it.
Keith and Lynn took me inside and calmed me down after I burst into tears at the car. It was embarrassing, humiliating and painful, but I poured my heart out to them, telling them everything.
'And you say you have a feeling that either Lynn and me can break the spell you've put yourself under – as long as you concentrate on an orgasm?' Keith asked, in a way that told me he already had an idea.
'That's right. I don't know why. I guess maybe it's the power I feel and the faith I have in you guys,' I answered.
'God, Sis – I don't know. You've already been hurt so much – what I have in mind will only make you suffer more. In fact, it will hurt like hell!'
'I don't care!' I cried. 'If it will help me get over this, then I'll do anything you say. I'm not afraid of a little more pain.'
Keith laid his plan out to us, admitting that it was far out, but I agreed with him all the way. Getting up, the three of us left the kitchen and went to my bedroom. Once we'd climbed out of our clothes and I'd gotten onto the bed, with one of them on either side, they were ready to start.
My brother and his wife were swingers but I knew my story had shocked them. Even now, as we got ready to put Keith's plan into action, I could tell that Lynn was a little green around the edges.
Keith started on my boobs and Lynn on my cunt. It wasn't hard to set me off, either. In fact my cunt was dripping its clear juice before I even got to the bed. When my brother's strong, educated fingers stroked the sides and bottom of my jugs. I shivered and felt the warmth spreading trough my body.
'Wow,' he chuckled when he saw my reaction. 'I guess you are horny!'
Lynn glanced toward my nipples and shook her head in surprise. The little brown spouts had become so hard that they'd drawn the brown rings that framed them up into tiny ice cream cones. They jutted proudly outward like two tree stumps from the goosebump-covered mounds of my trembling tits.
A blush had already reddened my suntanned chest and I could see my heart pounding, shaking my entire rib cage. He lowered his face and sucked the taut nipples between his lips as his fingers probed and set fires deep inside my soft tits.
Lynn ran her smooth hand over my tummy and it jerked and twitched to her touch. She slid her little finger into my belly button and pushed, shooting sparks clear to my asshole. She slid her hands along my sides, tickling in a way that excited me even more.
My legs were already spread as far as they would go, but she didn't try to touch my cunt. Keith had suggested that they work on every part of my body first, that they build me as high as I could go so that when I got my cookies off it would be a total experience.
Lynn worked on my tummy, hips and sides with her fingers and tongue, drawing small circles and crosses, nipping, licking, sucking, pinching, wetting my skin and then blowing it dry.
The pain of having strangers pawing me, wasn't there this time. These were people who loved me and cared. They were more interested in helping me than in helping themselves. Keith wasn't saying maybe it would work – he was saying it definitely would! The fears and anxiety were starting to leave me.
Keith's mouth and tongue worked on my tits as his hands caressed, massaged, pinched and teased my neck, shoulders and ribs. Between the two of them I was soon so worked up that I couldn't lie still. My breath was coming in gasps. Moans were coming from deep in my throat, my heart was pounding furiously and cunt-juice was pouring from the hole between my legs.
My brother's lips left my tits and found my mouth. I opened wide to receive his strong tongue and began to duel desperately with it. He would break the kiss every few minutes to shower my face with kisses, or my neck, or my shoulders or tits. Once his tongue even cleaned the sweat from my arm pits, making them tingle.
Lynn started on my legs, stroking and massaging my ankles and calves. Keith found my ears and followed the sculptured curves with his tongue, blowing lightly into them until my head throbbed with the same need as my body.
My sister-in-law worked on my thighs, stroking, running her fingers toward my cunt, but always stopping short. I felt her tongue burn a trail up the insides of my thighs, following her cool fingers toward the aching source of my need. She pinched the soft flesh where my thighs joined my ass. She pinched the satin undersides of my butt. She trailed her finger lightly along the crack of my ass. Her hands slid under me, cupping the big muscles of my butt and rubbing them deeply, making my need go deeper and deeper into my belly and ass.
Before long I had gone past my normal level of need. But it was still pleasant. I had gone so high so many times now, that I was able to accept more than a normal human being. They heated every part of my body but my cunt and my asshole.
Lynn stopped for a few minutes and went out to the kitchen while Keith worked on me alone. When she came back in she had a length of rag that she'd tied knots in, a pencil and the big jar of Vaseline.
Keith left me alone with Lynn and headed for the barn. I was beginning to feel the apex of need now. It was starting to become unbearable. I couldn't hold still; I twisted and thrashed on the bed. My ass tightened and began rolling in fucking motions. My eyes glazed a little and I couldn't focus properly.
Lynn forced my straining thighs apart and brushed my pubic hair with her fingers. I squealed and trembled with hot excitement. She brushed the fur forest from end to end for several minutes. My cunt-juice had flooded over the bottom of my ass, covering both walls of the deep crack as well as my asshole.
The woman's fingers began to scratch the hairy lips of my cunt. I thrilled painfully in my need to the delicious tingling as her fingernails scratched.
