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 ï>¿My Sister's Pussy by Art Martin

   Chapter 2

   Travis learns a thing or two about technique that his Uncle Jake hadn't
fully explained...

   I dove in after Leanne.  Swimming underwater I came up behind her and
playfully bit her on the butt.  Turning rapidly she met my assault by
wrapping her legs around my head.  Normally that would be a good and
pleasant thing, but I was running a little short on oxygen and she damn
near drowned me.  Released from the grip of her muscular thighs, I came up
sputtering and gasping for air.

   Leanne didn't give me but a fleeting moment of reprise as she jumped me,
wrapping her legs around my waist and burying my face in her big tits,
knocking me backward into the water in the process.  In defense, the only
thing I could grab hold of was her ass.  My hand found her anus and I
pushed a finger up her rectum.  That certainly didn't make her let go.  I
struggled to find footing and then stood up, carrying her with me giggling.
The giggling stopped once I began thrusting my finger in her butt.

   "Mmmmm," she purred, "dirty boy, dirty boy." Then she broke away with a
laugh, splashing me in the face.  A water fight ensued with lots of ass
grabbing and dick yanking thrown in for good fun.  After a while, I retired
to the steps to catch my breath and sitting up on the coping I rested for a
moment.  Leanne waded up, smiling broadly while wringing the water from her
hair.

   "You really are something, Travis," she said.  "I thought I was going to
teach you a few things today, but you seem to know what you're doing.  I
know you've been practicing with Katie, but where did you learn your
technique?  Most young guys have lousy technique, nice cocks, but lousy
technique.  You've got great technique, little brother."

   My eyes were wandering up and down her body, the big dark aureoles of
her hooters getting the most attention.  Water was dripping from her
nipples and in my imagination it was breast milk.  I really wasn't paying
attention to what she was saying, but my cock was attentive to what I was
seeing.

   "You're getting hard again?" she asked with a wondrous laugh.  "My god,
Travis, are you always like this?"

   "Like what?"

   "Always up with a boner."

   "Uh, yeah, sure.  Especially when there's a naked girl in front of me. A
naked girl who loves to fuck and suck"

   "What?  Like this?" Leanne crawled up the steps and took me into her
mouth again.

   "Yeah, like that," I whispered as she swallowed me whole.  She sucked me
for a few minutes before pulling off.  I was nowhere near orgasm and
figured she was ready to fuck again.  "Hey!  Where are you going?" I called
as she walked away towards the house.

   "Hungry!  You want something to eat?"

   "Yeah, your pussy!"

   "Well, c'mon, after a sandwich you can have me for desert."

   Leanne pulled the luncheon meat from the fridge along with cheese
slices, mayo, and lettuce.  As she stood at the counter making our
sandwiches I came up from behind rubbing by semi-flaccid cock on her hip
and embraced her, my left hand getting a handful of tit and my right hand
settling between her legs.  While rolling a thick nipple between my thumb
and forefinger, I slid my right middle finger between her slippery nether
lips, toying with her clit, while wedging my thumb in her asshole.

   "Oh gawd, Travis," she moaned.  "I...  can't...  make..."

   "Fuck the sandwiches, let's screw," I whispered in her ear.

   "Okay, okay," she whispered twisting away, leaving the knife in the mayo
jar and bread slices meatless.

   Now Katie would have told me to wait, let's eat, then screw; but my
sister, she was easily persuaded to screw, then eat.  She led me to a
kitchen chair and had me sit down.  Kneeling on the floor she took me into
her mouth again, getting me totally rigid in just a few seconds, then she
stood, turned around and sat in my lap while she aimed my cock for her
cunt.

   Leanne may have thought that I had good technique, but as for
experience, I still had a lot to learn.  Until that moment, I had no idea
that you could fuck in a straight chair.  It was really nice, as I could
reach around to fondle those magnificent breasts while she did all the
work. We fucked slowly like that for a few minutes, her cunt muscles
squeezing and releasing my cock, and then she pulled off, turned around and
sat in my lap again.

   That was even better!  Now I could see those beautiful jugs, as well as
feel her up, but then she took my right hand pulling it down to her
protruding clit.  I caught on quick and twiddled the hot pulsating love
button while she rose and fell on my cock.

   "Oh, yessssssss," she hissed as I pulled and twisted her big nipples and
tortured her swollen bud.  Soon her pussy was squeezing my cock hard and
she jerked about in orgasm.  She stopped jerking and slowly opened her
eyes. She stood up, pulling my cock from her cunt and lay back across the
kitchen table, spreading and drawing her knees up in the air, her ass at
the very edge.

   It was another lesson in the art of fucking.  Like doing-the-deed in a
chair, I never thought of this either.  Before I stepped up to her
welcoming cunt, I noticed how her blood engorged inner labia were now
prominently protruding from her juicing slit.  I stepped into the slot,
nestling the crook of her knees against my biceps and positioned my cock
between her hot, fleshy lips.  Effortlessly I slid into my sister's hot
pussy again.  I liked this position too as it was a very comfortable
position to fuck her.  It also gave me a great view of her tits and her
face, as well a clear view of my happy dick sliding into her.

   I sank in deep and Leanne said breathlessly, "No, no, no, do it shallow,
about halfway in with short strokes."

   It was another lesson, and as I fucked her, she told me just how to deep
to fuck her, and after making an adjustment or two, I began feeling a bump
on the forward wall of her pussy; it was subtle, but it was definitely
there.  I continued my shallow thrusts, my cock head rubbing against the
bump.  Her belly began undulating.  She tensed, sucking in a deep breath
and to my surprise her pussy nearly turned inside out, almost ejecting my
cock from her fuck tunnel while pussy juice flooded from her, soaking my
balls.  I pushed back in, forcing my cock into her as she trembled and
shook, her face turning bright red.

   Suddenly her body went limp, her pussy relaxed allowing me to ram it in
all the way as she exhaled with a 'whooosh!' Her pussy then began to
pulsate and I paused to relish the wonderful feeling.  Looking down, I
realized my pubes were pressing against her jutting clit.  I ground my
crotch into her and watched to see the effect on her face.  Her eyes opened
wide and she made a funny gagging sound something akin to, "Ack, ack, ack!"
Then her stomach began undulating again, her eyes squeezed shut, as she
again climaxed.

   I stopped grinding into her, pulled back and fucked her shallow again.
The bump was easier to find this time, perhaps it was a little more swollen
or perhaps I just knew what to look for.  I rubbed her bump for only a
minute or so before she tensed, sucked in her breath and her pussy
constricted violently again.  Once again my balls were bathed in cunt sauce
and I struggled to push back in.  She looked like she was in agony, turning
red in the face again.  Suddenly she exhaled and my cock rammed through the
loosening vice.  She seemed to be unconscious, but her pussy began
pulsating again around my tingling cock.

   I waited for a minute until she stirred.  Then I ground my pubes against
her stiff clit.

   "Oh, god!" she gasped just as her stomach began undulating again.

   We fucked like that for well over forty minutes, with her climaxes
peaking every five minutes or so with the violent contractions and with a
lesser climax in between.  Finally she had presence of mind enough to beg
me to stop.  I sort of stopped, that is I stopped stroking her sweet spot
and stopped grinding into her clit.  Instead, I fucked her with long, hard
strokes.  The slapping of my balls against her ass echoed off the kitchen
walls.  Leanne was speechless, her mouth open in a silent scream, as I put
it to her spasmodic cunt.

   Finally I felt my balls begin to boil over, and with a cry I shot off in
my sister's pussy once again.  My long delayed orgasm seemed particularly
intense with my vision graying momentary as the exquisite agony overwhelmed
me.  Spent, I staggered back as my spent gooey cock withered.  Looking down
at the floor, I noticed a small puddle.  A thin strand of cum, dripped from
my sister's gaping cunt into the puddle already on the floor.  It took me a
moment before I realized that the puddle was her pussy juice that had
dripped off my balls while I fucked her.

   Leanne lay on the table, her boobs rising and falling as she breathed
deeply, her legs sprawled, limply reaching for the floor.  She was wasted!
Quite wasted myself, I watched with satisfaction my cum lewdly dripping
from my dear sister's engorged pussy.

   'What the hell?' I thought as I decided to have desert before my
sandwich.  Spreading her legs apart even more, my mouth descended on my
sister's leaking pussy.

   "Oh, noooooo!" she moaned as I sucked in a swollen lip.  "Oh, fuck!" she
cursed as my tongue slithered up her cuntal canyon, scooping up the residue
of our incestuous tryst.  "Ahhhhh!" she cried out loud as I sucked in her
protruding and oversensitive clit.  I buried my face between her swollen
labia and licked and tongue fucked her until she had the strength to push
me away pleading, "Enough!  Enough already!" I pulled away from her splayed
cunt and stood grinning over her.

   "God, Travis, you nearly killed me!" she gasped.  After catching her
breath she added, "But what a way to go!"

   She grinned mischievously and added, "Hey, after lunch, let's do that
again!"

   I couldn't believe it!  She wanted more!  By that time I was starved.  I
shook my head in amazement and wandered off to finish the sandwiches.  I
had almost completed the simple task when Leanne hugged me from behind. 
Reaching around me, she stuck a finger in the jar of mayo.  She spread my
ass cheeks and then I felt something cold and wet as she smeared the mayo
on my bunghole.

   "Jesus, Sis!" I gasped at the feel of the tip of her tongue meeting the
sensitive tissue of my anus.  "Oh, fuck!" I cried as she licked the mayo
from my ass.  "Oh, yeah," I hissed in pleasure as she wormed her tongue up
my ass.  "You fuck'n nasty slut!" I growled in salacious delight.  One
thing seemed certain, the day's fun and games were far from over.

   My knees were shaking as she continued to tongue my ass and I gripped
the edge of the countertop for support.  The feeling was incredible, unlike
anything I had felt before.  It certainly didn't feel like when I wiped my
ass, nor did it feel like when I fingered myself while jacking off.  It was
soft, nice, and wet, almost ticklish, but not in a childish way.  I had one
other surprise; I was hard again!

   I felt her release my ass cheeks and pull away from my butt.  I turned,
presenting her my hard cock for servicing.  "Suck it, Leanne, suck it!" I
hissed.

   My sister smiled up at me and then stood up.  "Later, Squirt!  Let's
eat!"

   I bristled at being called 'Squirt'.  She had always called me that and
suddenly I took offense.  "Don't call me, Squirt.  No more.  Never again,"
I growled.

   "Oh, Travis," she said with a wry smile as she reached out to touch my
cock.  "From now on when I call you Squirt, it'll not be because I think
that you're a pain-in-the-ass little brother, but I'll be thinking of you
squirting your manly sauce into my pussy.  You know, you cum in buckets,
and quite forcefully.  I can feel it shooting into me, absolutely flooding
me!  With most guys, I just feel their cock throb a little as they cum, but
you, I feel your sperm jetting into me as well.  And that, my Squirt, is
very sexy.  Okay?"

   She had me with that line of bullshit, but thereafter, whenever she
called me Squirt it was with an accompanying mischievous smile.  The
moniker quickly became her code word for "Let's fuck," and I never got
defensive about it again.

   We ate our sandwiches in relative silence, and then with my nuts aching,
I wandered off to take a nap.



   Chapter 3

   Leanne throws a party for her friends...

   I remember lying down for a moment on the sofa in the den, before being
swept away to La-La-Land, having great fantastical dreams.  As usual my
dreams were weird and wonderful.  Somehow I was walking through the pasture
to the shore of the river.  Then I was on a beach with crashing waves and
stormy weather.  I had taken my swimming trunks off to keep them dry while
the rain and windblown mist beat down on me.  Katie was there, fixing me a
sandwich.  She spread mustard or something on the slice of bread and then
wrapped it around my cock, sliding it up and down my rigid shaft.

   The scene morphed.  No longer was I on a beach and it wasn't raining, it
was now warm and dry.  I squirmed about, while Katie played with my cock,
replacing the slice of bread with her lips.  It was wonderful.  Then I
became dimly aware that the sensations emanating from my cock were no
dream. I forced my eyes open.  Sure enough, I wasn't having an ephemeral
blowjob, but a very real one, but it wasn't my darling Katie servicing me,
but my slut sister.

   The hot breath of Leanne's open mouth surrounded and descended over my
cock until the head struck the back of her throat.  She closed her lips and
swallowed, and then she worked my cock deeper into her throat until her
lips were around the base of my cock.  She paused and swallowed several
times, the walls of her throat closing around my cock in a most sensuous
way.  Slowly she pulled up, her supple lips dragging along my entire cock
shaft until just the head of my cock was in her mouth.  Pausing at the top
of her stroke, Leanne mouthed and tongued the tip of my cock for a long,
languishing moment, then she opened her mouth wide to descend again and
repeat the process.

   I lay perfectly still, half pretending to be asleep, watching my sister
fellate me.  As much as I wanted to be perfectly still, I couldn't help
from time to time but squirm slightly and softly moan.  At the top of her
sixth or eighth stoke, she glanced up and saw me watching her.  Leanne let
my saliva wet cock slip from her mouth and slap against my belly.  Smiling
in obvious delight, Leanne sat up, straddling me.  She grasped my rigid
member and directed it into her pussy as she lowered herself.

   "You boys are all alike," she said pensively as she ground her clit into
my pubic bone.  "You all come once or twice, then you fall sleep.  What's a
girl supposed to do to keep herself entertained?"

   "You seem to have that figured out, Sis," I replied with a grin.

   About that time the damned phone rang.  Before I could grab her and keep
her on my cock, she'd bounded off leaving me with an urge that needed
satisfying.  I rolled off the sofa to follow her into the kitchen.

   "It's all set," I overheard her say.  "Call around, Tom.  You guys bring
some hot dogs and the beer...  Sure, baby, I'll see you later.  Bye!"

   Leanne turned to me and excitedly said, "We're having a party tonight!"

   I was aghast.  "Leanne!  Dad said no guests."

   "Oh, pooh!  He didn't say anything about friends.  You send out
invitations to guests, friends just show up."

   Dad had little tolerance for disobedience or quibbling, and I knew that
Leanne's fine distinctions would incur his wrath.

   "Leanne!  Dad'll kill us!"

   "No he won't," she declared confidently.  After a moment of reflection
her mouth skewed slightly and she added, "Well, he won't know unless you
tell him!  Besides it's too late; word got out before Dad said "no
guests"." She grinned impishly adding, "Hey, I've already invited Katie for
you."

   Katie!  I glanced at the clock.  It was already half past twelve!  Dad's
directive of no guests didn't apply to me banging Katie in her parents' bed
and I'd told her I was coming over as soon as the 'rents were gone.  That
was three hours ago!  Oh Jesus, I'd forgotten!  How do you explain to your
girlfriend that you forgot to come over to fuck her?  'Sorry, Katie, I was
screwing my sister and time just slipped by,' just wouldn't do.

   ïIn a panic, I scrambled for the phone not at all sure what I was going
to say, and as I was dialing I heard Becky call out, "We're here!  Where
are you guys?" I didn't have anytime to react before Becky and Katie walked
into the kitchen.

   "Well, well, well," said Becky in feigned shock at finding Leanne and me
naked together.  Katie just gawked, speechless.  "Looks like you two got a
head start on the party tonight," she said with laughter in her eyes,
flicking my wet limp penis with her hand.

   "I, uh, hmmm..."

   "Don't worry, Travis, we won't tell what you two have been up to."
Laughing she added, "Naughty, naughty boy!"

   I felt my face flush and my ears burn with embarrassment.

   "Oh, look," Becky said with glee, "he's so cute when he's been caught."

   Then with complete composure as if nothing was untoward, she said,
"We're head'n into town to get a burger at Dairy Queen.  Ya'll wanna go?"

   "No," said Leanne, "I need to do my hair, but we do need a few things
for tonight.  Travis, go with Becky and Katie into town.  Pick up four bags
of ice, some plastic cups, and a couple of liter bottles of Coke or
whatever.

   Wait just a minute and I'll get you some money."

   Leanne jumped up and disappeared, leaving me with the two girls.  Becky
turned to her sister and said, "Don't be too hard on him, Katie, he's just
a guy."

   Then she turned to me and admonished, "As much as I would enjoy it, you
can't go to Wal-Mart without some pants on." I blushed again, keenly aware
of my continued nakedness and scurried from the kitchen with Becky's
laughter ringing in my ears.

   The trip into town was painful.  Katie was giving me the ice treatment
while her sister teased me unmercifully about doing my sister and making
three-eyed babies.  With each of Becky's wisecracks, Katie fumed even more.
By the time we were heading back to the ranch, I'd had a slice of tomato
thrown in my face, as well as my balls punched.  I am absolutely certain
that if a rattlesnake had bitten me, Katie would have left me to die.

   About halfway home on a seldom-traveled Farm to Market road, Becky got a
flat.  I got out, jacked up her car and removed the flat tire and installed
the little donut tire.  As I lowered the car, we discovered to our
collective dismay that the spare was flat too.  It was a long way on foot
home and a long way on foot back to town.  Fortunately we were on a country
road and when a pickup truck did appear, he stopped.

   "Hi ya, Travis!  Hi ya, Becky!" said the older man as he lumbered out of
the truck.  "Gotta flat?" It was Joe Hollis, Sam's dad and a good friend of
my dad's.

   "Hi ya, Mr.  Hollis!" I greeted in return.  "We're sure glad to see you!

   "A flat?  Yeah, we got a flat and the spare's flat too!" I explained. 
"Could ya give us a lift into town to Mac's Tires?"

   "Sure!  No problem, son!  Need to pickup some oats for the horses. 
Throw that tire in the back and climb in.  Becky, you ride up front with
me," he said with a broad grin.

   On the entire trip back into town, Katie didn't look at me once.  She
just stared at the roadside, her arms crossed, as I held my straw hat to
keep it from blowing away.  At the tire dealer, Mr.  Hollis negotiated with
the clerk and secured a free repair for Becky's tire.  Then Mr.  Mac told
him that they were short handed that day, and that it would be at least an
hour before they could get to it.

   "No problem," said Mr.  Hollis, "Gotta fetch some feed for the horses."
Then he instructed Katie and me to wait for the tire while he and Becky
went to the feed store.

   While we waited, Katie continued to give me the ice treatment.  Every
time I started to explain (how could I explain), she'd cut me off.  "Don't
speak to me, Travis Kern!" Whenever I tentatively touched her arm, she'd
pull away sneering, "Don't touch me!" That was the longest hour and a half
I'd ever spent.

   I saw Mr.  Hollis pull up and get out of the pickup.  Becky stayed in
the cab.  Mr.  Hollis strode into the tire store like a gunslinger entering
a saloon.  He paused, surveying the store.

   "It's not ready yet," I said expecting a display of his well-known short
temper.

   "How long's it gonna be?" he asked without irritation.

   "Be 'bout another forty-five minutes or so," answered Mr.  Mac.  "Sorry
for the delay, Joe, but we're backed up today."

   Mr.  Hollis smiled and said, "That's fine, Mac.  I got a few more
errands to run, be back in a hour." Then he strode out the store, climbed
into his pickup and sped away.

   Half an hour later, the tire was ready.  We waited another hour in
agonizing silence before Mr.  Hollis pulled into the parking lot.  I threw
the tire into the back and Katie and I climbed in for the return trip to
Becky's disabled car.  As we bounced along, I couldn't help but notice that
other than Katie and me and the tire, the bed of the pickup was empty, no
feed, no nothing.

   Back at Becky's car, I quickly mounted the tire and tightened the lug
nuts.  As Becky walked from Mr.  Hollis' pickup to her car I noticed that
her hair was mussed, her blouse wasn't buttoned correctly and she had fresh
grass stains on the seat of her denim shorts.

   'Damn!' I muttered to myself as I put two and two together.  Mr.  Hollis
waved and turned around, speeding back towards town, presumably for the
supplies he needed, but hadn't gotten yet.

   Before we returned home, we had to go back into town to replace the four
bags of ice that had melted.  Becky and Katie sat up front, while I sat in
the backseat by myself.  Katie was still silent, but Becky rambled on about
everything and nothing.  Finally after over four hours, we turned into the
gravel drive leading to my house.  Parked haphazardly on the lawn were a
half a dozen or so pickups and souped-up cars.

   I went straight way to wash the grim off of my hands.  I got out onto
the patio just in time to see Becky, already free of her top and shorts,
being relieved of her green bikini top by naked guy sporting a boner.

   I looked about for Katie, but didn't see her.  What I did see was a
couple fucking on a chaise lounge; another girl surrounded by three guys in
the pool; and third girl sucking cock surrounded by several guys waiting
patiently waiting their turn.

   "Holy shit," I muttered.  I don't know what I was expecting, but a
wide-open fuck party was a surprise.  Leanne brought me a beer in her
birthday suit, no doubt amused at my dumbfounded expression.

   "Where have ya'll been?" she asked with a hint irritation.

   "Becky got a flat.  Took forever to get it fixed."

   "Oh, well, get naked little brother and have some fun."

   About that time, I caught sight of Katie.  She was receiving a shotgun
hit of marijuana from Eric Langford, a hulking guy that played fullback for
Indian Creek High.  He was buck-naked and I felt bile rise in my throat. 
Not that I could really do anything about my fit of jealously.  Eric had
arms as thick as my thighs and could toss me around like a pit bull ripping
apart a toy poodle.  My compunction to go rescue her dimmed considerably
when Katie caught sight of me and gave me the finger.

   Having had enough of her bitchiness, I gave her a dismissive wave of my
hand.  Turning my attention to my sister's big tits just inches from me, I
reached out for a feel.

   "God, Travis, not here!  You want everybody to talk about us?"

   "You're worried about people talking?" I asked incredulously.

   "You're my brother...  Look, go fuck whomever you want, but I'm off
limits to you for right now...  Okay?  Later, after everyone's gone."

   Two guys walked up behind Leanne.  They had apparently had just arrived
as they were still fully dressed.  One reached around her and got two
handfuls of tit.  The other passed me a joint and as I toked up, I watched
the first guy feel Leanne up.  The second guy slid his hand up her crotch,
making a comment about her being sloppy wet.  That did it, I was already
hard, but now I was so hard it hurt.

   The dope had a kick that mellowed me out almost instantly.  With a beer
in one hand and a joint in the other, I watched with interest as the two
guys lead my willing sister off for a fucking.  Damn, it was going to be
one hell of a party!

   Some guy hooted loudly distracting me from the fate of my sister.  It
was no big deal, just playful fun, but it did draw my attention back to
what was going on and what caught my attention was the guy dismounting the
babe on the chaise lounge.  I walked up to her, recognizing her instantly
as Angelina Ortega, a good friend of Leanne's who had spent many a day
lounging around the pool with Leanne and her other girl friends.  Angelina
was an exquisite Tejano, slender and tall with long legs, shoulder length
dark brown hair, big dreamy pools of dark eyes, and beautifully brown skin.
She wasn't stacked like most of Leanne's other friends, nor was she
anywhere near being flat chested, but her breasts were nice, like Katie's,
with pert dark nipples that are best described as a deep walnut color.  I
had mentally undressed Angelina numerous times and now she was before me
completely nude.  She was better than I'd imagined.

   "Hi, Travis," she said sweetly, flashing me that broad white smile that
had always intrigued me.

   "Hi, Angelina," I replied brilliantly as my eyes roamed over her body. I
had presence of mind to pass her the joint and then offered my beer to
sooth her throat.  My eyes fixated on the curly black hair that covered her
pussy.  Suddenly I had a great need to taste that pussy and I descended
down on her.  Angelina spread her legs to give me greater access as I
buried my face in the wooly down of her sex.

   She was incredibly wet and as my tongue snaked in between her hot labia
I realized that she'd just been fucked, hell, for all I knew she'd probably
been fucked a half a dozen times in the last hour and she was wet, not just
because she's naturally juicy, but because her cunt was filled with cum.

   My head jerked up, face smeared with fuck juice.  Angelina looked down
her torso to me and pleaded, "Don't stop, Travis, please, don't stop.  That
feels so good.  Please..."

   I reasoned that I had started it and if I ever wanted to suck on her
pussy again, I'd better get back at it.  Still, licking up some guy's sperm
was an appalling proposition, but I had had just enough smoke to reason
that it really didn't taste bad, in fact, she tasted very good.  I buried
my face in her cum laden cunt again and ate her out with gusto.

   After scouring her fuck tunnel with my tongue, I ascended to nibble and
lock onto her clit.  Peeling apart her labia I was struck with the bright
pink color of her inner folds that contrasted sharply with the deep dark
color of her hairy vulva.  I was also struck by how different her stiff
clit appeared as compared to Katie's demure organ and Leanne's large knob.
It was different, prominent, but not overly large.

   Blowing softly on her sex bud, I chilled it with a cool breath. 
Angelina jerked and cried out loudly as I engulfed her chilled nubbin with
my warm mouth.  My tongue swirled around and around her clit, savoring the
texture and contours.  She was squirming around and cried "Mas Dios!" as
ran my middle finger up her cunt.  Hooking the tip of my finger behind her
pubic bone, I slowly dragged it across the fore wall of her vagina.  I
found what I was looking for, the soft puffy patch of her g-spot. 
Repeatedly, I raked my fingertip around her pubic bone and across her sweet
spot.  Soon her stomach was undulating and she was softly moaning, "Oh! 
Oh! Oh!  Oh!" Angelina then grunted as her legs locked around my head as
she came hard.

   After what seemed to be a long time, though it was probably only a
minute or so, she relaxed her legs and twisted to the side, pulling her
contracting pussy away from my voracious mouth and my thrusting fingers.  I
sat up, pleased with myself as she continued to jerk about curled up on her
side.

   I kicked off my shit-kickers and pulled my t-shirt over my head.  Then I
dropped my jeans and boxers, kicking them off to the side.  Dressed only in
my white socks and straw hat, I rolled Angelina back onto her back and
pried her legs apart.  She looked at me with a look of desperation; then
she hiked her legs into the air, welcoming me to screw her.

   Moving into position, I directed my cock to her cunt, raking the head of
my dick up and down her slippery slit, mashing the head against her still
sensitive clit.  Toying with her pussy, teasing her with my dick, but not
fucking her, I drove her to a higher plane of lustful desire.

   She begged, "Fuck me!  Fuck me!  Please fuck me!  I need you inside me!
Oh, mas Dios, please, please fuck me!" She came again with a wailing moan.

   Before the undulations of her stomach muscles had ended, I gave her what
she wanted, but not how she expected.  I suspect she was expecting, even
wanting a rough fucking at that point, and it took considerable restraint
on my part not just to ram into her.  After just one wonderfully slow deep
penetration, I withdrew to a shallower depth, eager to utilize the
knowledge I had learned from my sister's pussy earlier that morning.  I
adjusted the depth of my cock until I was rubbing on the swell of her
g-spot and began fucking her with short shallow strokes.

   Angelina's eyes got wider and wider and her face twisted in a wild
grimace of lust as the vaginal orgasm built like tidal wave.  The orgasmic
wave continued to build and build, ever higher, ever more powerful, until
it broke, crashing down on her, releasing all it's energy in one brief,
tumultuous moment.  She punched her pelvis up and splayed her legs out,
wildly bucking as she groveled beneath me.

   There was no way I could stay inside her and still fuck her with
carefully measured strokes, so I rammed it home deep into her violently
spasming cunt.  I felt my balls being coated with her juices as copious
quantities of vaginal fluid poured from her pussy.  I rode out her orgasm,
repeatedly withdrawing and then forcing my dick between the tightly
clinching walls of her velvety cockway.

   My pecker and testicles began to tingle, signaling the imminent eruption
of hot semen.  I threw back my head and let it come, the thick, rich stream
of milky white sperm spouting from my cock, flooding her cunt with my
seminal offering.  She kept cumming and cumming while I continued pounding
into her hard until I was spent, my cock eventually folding in half as I
struggled to keep fucking her.

   Leanne's boyfriend, Jason, somewhat rudely pulled me away from her.

   "She's one hot cunt, huh, Travis?" growled Jason as he took my place
between her legs.

   Ramming his stiff prick into her he exclaimed, "Oh yeah, baby!  What a
juicy cunt!  Squeeze my dick!  Oh, yeah, fuck me, you fucking slut!" Then
he pounded away at her.

   I wandered off in search of something cold to slake my burning thirst.
Someone handed me a beer in a plastic cup and I waded into the pool to
drink and recover.  The party was pretty loud, but there wasn't anyone
nearby to disturb.  It grew even louder when everyone began singing to the
strains of Jimmy Buffet's "Margaritaville".

   My sense of time was distorted, but after five or ten (Twenty?  Two?)
minutes I emerged from the pool.  Angelina was now sucking cock while being
fucked in the ass.  That looked pretty cool to me and when I stumbled upon
Lisa Payton getting her assed packed by big ole Eric Langford, I stuck my
limp cock in her face.  She gobbled me down and nearly sucked off my
foreskin.  Try as she might, I just wasn't ready to screw yet, my dick only
attaining a semi-hard state.  Still, it was delightfully wicked fun.

   Eric abruptly pulled out of her and staggered away.  Lisa released my
cock and let her head sink towards the ground, her ass trust into air in an
open invitation for someone to come and take it.  I moved around behind her
and stuck my face between her buns, licking at her pussy and her cum
dribbling asshole.  I had never licked anyone's asshole before, but I found
it very pleasurable in a nasty sort of way.  Lisa pushed her ass back into
my face, obviously enjoying my oral ministrations.  Her butt hole opened
and my tongue jabbed into her deep.  Now let me tell you, her ass tasted
different from her pussy.  Both had the slight bleachy taste of cum, but
her assholewas musky rather than tangy, not at all disgusting or offensive
as she practiced good personal hygiene, but when she farted in my face, I
lost interest.

   I drew myself another beer from the keg, had a toke, wolfed down a
couple of burnt hot dogs and wandered around again looking for an available
slut.  I spied a pair of splayed legs with an inviting pussy laid out on a
blanket.  I couldn't really tell who it was (nor did I really care) as some
guy was straddling her chest, her tits smashed against his buttocks as he
fucked her face.

   I dove right in to eat another pussy.  She was blonde, I could tell
that, and her vulva was cleanly shaven like my sister's, but she was much
paler than Leanne and her clit was a lot smaller.  I was a confirmed muff
diver now, getting down to it, enjoying the taste of her freshly fucked
cunt.

   Her hips began to gyrate as I lapped at the sides of her clitoris.  Soon
she was humping into my face, and then thrashing about as she climaxed. 
Whoever was face fucking her moved away and I slid up her torso,
positioning my now ready cock between her distended pussy lips, pushing
into her as I moved my body up hers.  I had been fucking her a minute or so
before I looked into her face.  It was Becky, Katie's big sister.

   The fact that I was fucking Becky became all the more exciting, as I
glanced to the side and into the lust intoxicated eyes of Katie.  I
recognized the guy fucking her immediately.  It was Tom White, Becky's
presumptive boyfriend.  Tom looked at me and grinned as he humped away at
my girl, with me grinning back as I humped away at his girl.

   Becky was just as good of a fuck as I had imagined she'd be, working her
cunt muscles to maintain a snug fit and provide extra stimulation.  Katie
hadn't learned that yet, and I vowed that I would teach her, provided of
course that she wasn't still pissed off at me.  I fucked Becky for a long
time while Katie watched.  Changing positions from a straight missionary, I
fucked her doggie style for a while; then I draped one of her legs over my
shoulder and fucked her sidesaddle.  Finally I pushed both of her legs to
her shoulders and fucked her hard and deep.  By the time I was finished
with her sister, two other guys, including Eric Langford, had screwed
Katie. I presumed that was his second go at her.

   Eric grunted as he came in Katie's pussy, then he got up and lumbered
away.  I pulled out of Becky and presented my dick for Katie to suck, my
cock wet with her sister's secretions and well as cum from her sister's
pussy.  At that point, Katie was no longer my girlfriend, but just another
slut to fuck.  I pushed her back down and pushed her legs forward, rotating
her butt off the ground.  I raked my dick up her pussy slit, lubricating it
with the seeping cum of a dozen or more guys, and then positioned my cock
head to her anus.  I pushed and nothing happened.  I pushed harder and the
head of my cock slipped deep into her rectum.  Katie gasped as I buggered
her.  She was tight, as tight as always and I realized that no one had
sodomized her tonight.  I butt fucked her for a good ten minutes, until her
sphincter had completely relaxed and I could fuck her hard without fear of
injuring her.

   She grunted as I fucked her ass, but she didn't say anything, she just
looked lovingly into my eyes.  I squirted a good load into her ass and
backed off.  I turned to a guy standing next to me and said, "She likes it
up the ass." Then I turned and left her in search of another beer and more
weed.

   Hearing a general hubbub, I returned to where I had left Katie.  She was
surrounded like a pack of coyotes around a wounded deer.  One after
another, for a dozen or so strokes apiece, they ganged fucked her in the
ass.  One guy broke from the pack, staggered up to me and said, "Go get a
piece of the fourteen-year old's ass.  She loves it!"

   I really felt bad for her until I saw how she was thrusting her ass
back, meeting stroke after stroke.  She did indeed love it.

   Wandering off again, I found a girl I hadn't fucked yet.  We took up a
sixty-nine with me on the bottom.  Soon I had a close-up view of a cock
pressing into her ass.  The guy fucked her and I ate her out while she
worked me into another hard on.  We broke up and I wandered off again,
looking for the next girl.

   I found her, on all fours, sucking and fucking.  I got in line,
patiently waiting for my turn, playing with myself to stay hard.  I was
pretty wasted and as I sank my cock into her ass, I heard someone shout,
"Look!  Leanne's brother's fucking her!" I pulled out mortified as Leanne
swung around to glare at me.

   "Travis!" she yelled as she took a swing at me.  I ducked and scampered
away to the sound of laughter.

   Next thing I knew, I was in the middle of a pissing contest.  Apparently
someone peed on someone's foot who in turn peed on someone else.  That set
of off a drunken melee.  The girls were screaming and guys were cursing as
they were hosed down in urine.  I got it on the leg and then on the back. I
must admit, I was just as guilty of gross behavior as everyone else, as I
merrily joined in, pissing on anyone within range, which at the time
included Katie, who was still getting it up the butt.

   That in turn set off a mad scramble into the pool.  It wasn't long
before someone exclaimed, "Oh.  fucking gross!  Someone shit in the pool!"
About the same time, someone tossed their cookies into the water.

   The pool cleared out, but it was too late.  I knew that there was going
to be hell to pay once Dad got home.  Oh well, there really wasn't anything
I could do about it, so I got another beer.

   I don't remember much after that, other than wallowing around with a few
sweaty girls like a pig and waking up in the middle of the night, naked and
cold, sprawled out on the hard flagstone of the patio.  I felt too bad to
get up, so I urinated where I lay and threw up.  Despite the chill, I felt
much better and dozed off until daybreak.