against my belly. It's so hot too. I feel it like a hot bar on my skin. What makes it that way?'
'It wants to fuck.'
'What is fucking?'
'My cock wants to go up inside your pussy and rub around inside.'
'But it's so big! How can you put it into my little pussy without hurting me?'
'It will fit. Feel him banging on your belly? He wants to get inside.'
'My little button feels all excited and good, too. Feel how hard it is.' He moved to put his hand down to her hot cunt, but she stopped him. 'Don't do it with your hand, Brant. Touch my little thing with your big thing. That will feel so good.'
He pulled away from her a little, and Miss Ferguson got a good look at his super-hard cock as he grasped the steely shaft in his right hand. He was so hard, that he could barely bend his prick down to touch her clit with his cockhead. He had to scoot down a little way in the couch to do it comfortably. Mary Frances was fingering her own throbbing clit and working up to another orgasm while she watched the brother getting ready to fuck his sister.
His cockhead was deep red. His big hand gripped the shaft with lots of cock left over. He painted her pussy with the clear pre-cum that was drooling from the slit in his dick. They were both creamy and glistening with lubricating fluid by then. He was taking long, gentle strokes starting above her trigger, down over the little button, down to the mouth of her cunt, picking up some of the cunt cream she was oozing out, and wiping it back up her pussy. With each stroke, he lingered longer at her cuntlips.
She hitched her leg up higher on his hip and opened her pussy wider to him. Her forehead was resting on his chest as he frigged her clit with his cock and nudged at her hole. He pushed his prong down, then, and held it at the opening of her cunt.
Belinda slowly pushed her hips toward him and enveloped the head of his cock in the soft, sweet mouth of her pussy. He kept completely still and let her manage the pace of his first entry into her cunt. He had learned his lesson all right. He was letting her take his big fucker at a rate that would make sure that she felt no discomfort.
Inch by inch the satiny ivory shaft disappeared into her cunt. Mary Frances' fingers were strumming on her clit like she was flying out for dueling banjos. She felt her insides turning into boiling lava. She couldn't stop then, no matter what. She leaned forward and laid her cheek down on the end of the couch. Her fantasy was being enacted in front of her eyes, her fantasy and theirs. Her hips lurched toward them in convulsions of lust as she dissolved in passion. She came off in a seemingly unending stream of orgasm, wave after wave of it washing out of her cunt and over her frigging fingers. Her whole body was going loose on her. She was propped up against the end of the couch, as boneless as a rag doll. She frigged herself onward and onward until she began to loose consciousness. She dropped her hand away just before she collapsed. It was one of the best climaxes she had had in years! But she wasn't satisfied. Like a junkie, she wanted another hit, this time a little better than the last one had been.
When she got a little control of herself again, she straightened up to see them fuck better. They were still on their sides, but Brant had taken control now that his sister was wide open and ready for him. His slim hips and tight little ass were driving that long cock of his in and out of her so fast that Mary Frances could hardly focus on his fucker.
They were getting close to coming. They had to be – no boy on earth could fuck so hard and fast like that without getting his nut off, and no girl could take such a welcome pronging without getting off with him. He had her locked fast in his strong arms, her breasts crushed against his chest. He used his hold on her body to whip his dick into her cunt faster and faster. There was the strength of the young, tirelessness.
Mary Frances saw Belinda starting to come. She started moaning in a low humming noise that picked up higher and higher and louder and louder like a siren approaching. Brant never let up a minute, not a half a second in his furious fucking. His balls were up tight to the root of his cock, and she could see them jerking, and the base of his cum tube was pulsing too! He was shooting his load of cream into her cunt without even slowing down while he came! He just kept right on fucking as fast as before, or even faster!
His load of fuck juice was soon gushing out of Belinda's cunt, forced out as fast as he fucked it in with the thrusts of his prong into her pussy. She must have been as tight as a rubber on his shaft, because there wasn't a bit of room in her pussy for a drop of his jism. It hung off the plump lips of her pussy and his balls like vanilla custard, thick, rich and virile. What a fucker this boy was!
He had to stop. He just had to! He couldn't keep it up like this. Not even Kris could come like that without missing a stroke, but all he did was to twist his body over on top of hers in one quick movement and fuck away without dropping a beat! He was up on his hands now. His body arched above hers, touching only his hands and toes to the couch as he drilled his dick into her gushing cunt. He looked like a boy snapping off push-ups in a show of fine athletic condition, but he wasn't just humping some gym mat, he was fucking his big cock into his sister!
Mary Frances got up off her knees. Her body felt light and dreamy like she was a floating puff of dandelion blown into the wind. She didn't need her clothes. They were holding her down. She stood next to the boy and girl fucking on the couch and slowly, dreamily stripped her clothes off. She sat down on the head of the couch and looked into Belinda's face as her brother fucked her. Belinda smiled at her.
'Your brother is fucking you, isn't he, my dear?'
'Yes, Mama. It feels so good. I came like when you sucked on my pussy for me. I think I'm going to come again. Brat has such a big cock, doesn't he? I'm so proud to have my big brother fucking my little pussy with his big cock.'
Brant turned his face up and looked at Mary Frances. He had a look of utter peace and contentment on his face. 'It's all right, isn't it Mama? It's all right for me to fuck Lindy, isn't it?'
'Yes, dear. I'm glad you're enjoying yourselves.'
She spread her legs, one on each side of Belinda's head and gently pushed the boy's head down to her cunt. His tongue shot out instantly and lapped into the pool of cream at the bottom of her cunt just under the hole. He whipped it up over her cunt to the long clit of hers as she leaned back against the arm of the couch. Her ass bumped against the top of Belinda's head as she started coming off again.
Belinda was glad that Brant was sucking off Mamma's cunt, too, and giving her a good time. It was so thoughtful of him. She was going to come again, any second now.
Meanwhile, back in the halls of the school, all kinds of things were developing. Mostly the doings of the little witch, Valerie. All the time that Miss Ferguson was arranging the details of her masterpiece. Valerie was working on her masterpiece. She had been in and out of the girls' rooms all morning, shutting the door behind her, whispering, plotting, arranging. She had her own plan to put into effect!
She soon had the girls' ears flaming red and got them scurrying around to their boy friends and spreading the plot. She left Peter for last. Naturally. He was one of the main reasons for the whole plot in the first place! She tracked him down on the edge of the athletic field. He was dressed in his gym clothes, but he looked like the most activity he could work himself up to was knocking the heads off some wild flowers with a stick. She snuck up behind him, little witch that she was, and nearly startled the boy right put of his clothes.
'OH! Valerie! I was thinking about you just now.'
'I hope you weren't planning to knock my head off with that stick.'
'What?' he looked down at the stick in his hand like he had never seen it before. He threw it into the weeds. 'No, no, I was thinking about, uh, you know, uh, that night you, uh, came into my, uh, room to talk.' He blushed from embarrassment while he spoke.
'Yes, Peter?' she smiled sweetly at him.
'I was wondering if you would, uh, like to talk some more.' He was about to strangle on his own tongue trying to form the words and say them to her. God! She looked so good and sexy! She was wearing a short, short skirt that practically came up to her crotch and a knit, pullover blouse. He could see her pointed nipples standing up under the thin material. She wasn't wearing a bra, and the way those boobs swung and jiggled made the sweat pour off him! Those titties were doing other things to him, too. He was glad for once that he had a tight jockstrap on, at least this time he would be able to keep his cock under some control and not embarrass himself the way he had done so many times before.
'I'd love to, Peter. Why don't we go for a walk. It's so warm out here today, the cool of the woods would be
