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Date: Thu, 21 Dec 1995 21:40:26 UTC
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This is a service of the Erotic Broadcast Service! The following story is not
written by me nor do I agree/diagree with its contents. I am simply posting
this story so that concenting adults who might not find this disagreable will
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THE PUSSY SHOW
by
Emerson Laken-Palmer
Part 16.
"So," he said as he turned back to us, "no trouble finding the
place?"
"No," I answered, nervously playing with the can in my hand.
Sharky took a beer and opened it now, taking a long drink from
the white labeled can. He leaned back, sitting against the dresser
now and crossing his arms as he asked, "Did the carnival do well
tonight?"
"Yeah," Cookie replied, "until Jack ran into YOU!"
Sharky smiled his icy smile at her and said, "Yeah. I guess so."
He just kept his stare and his grin trained coldly on my sister
as Cookie looked nonchalantly around the room and took another gulp
of her beer.
"Good beer?" he asked her.
Cookie looked at the can and shrugged. "I guess so. I don't
like beer."
Sharky laughed and took another drink from his can.
"That outfit looks so sexy on you, kid. I forgot to tell Jack
to have you wear it, but I'm glad you did."
Cookie shrugged again and finished her beer and Sharky quickly
got her another one, popping the top before he handed it to her and
depositing the tab in the trash can.
I took a swig of mine.
"Do you know just how pretty you are?" he asked her.
Cookie took a drink from her fresh beer, looking up at him over
the rim of the can. "I've been told," she stated. "I don't pay
no attention. What does it matter?"
"It matters to boys, Cookie. Boys like pretty girls like you.
You ever have a boyfriend, Cookie?"
"Once."
"Only one?"
"Only one I liked."
"Oh but I bet lots of 'em like you, Cookie."
"Maybe so," she stated, "but it don't do you no good to get
serious over boys when you're with the carnival and travelin' all
the time."
"Smart Cookie," he said and then he laughed and took another sip
from his beer.
"I can't get over your name," he said to her. "I laughed when
I read the police report, on your father, this afternoon."
"Officer Sharker's a funny name too," she said, bending and
setting her open beer on the carpet.
Sharky stood and then bent to the floor, picking up her beer as
he looked down the front of Gina's white blouse.
"Let me set that on the dresser for you," he said.
Cookie sat up and put her hand to the neckline of her outfit,
making sure that all the buttons were fastened.
Sharky watched her for a moment and then he said, "Well, we all
know why we're here, don't we?"
Cookie, sitting against my left thigh, said, "Yeah. You want to
see me and my brother do the deed."
Sharky smiled and I saw his eyes flash that ice-like stare.
"Smart girl," he said. "Right to the point. I like that."
I took a gulp of my beer now. It tasted bitter on my tongue.
"So, how do you want us to do it?" Cookie asked.
"Well, I don't want you to just do it. I want you to lead up to
it."
"Lead up to it?"
"Yeah. A boy shouldn't just jump on a girl. There has to be a
little romance."
"Romance?" Cookie exclaimed. "But this is Jack!"
"So? Jack is a boy. He's a gentleman, aren't you Jack?"
"Yeah," I said. "I guess so."
Sharky reached over and took my beer and set it on the dresser
next to Cookie's.
"Do you usually just jump a girl's bones, Jack?" he asked.
"No."
"Well, what do you do, Jack? How do you get things started--
usually?"
"I don't know," I shrugged. "I guess I kiss 'em."
"You kiss them?"
"Yeah."
"Well, do that then. I'd like to see you kiss Cookie. Get her
in the MOOD, Jack."
Part 17.
Man, I started to shake as I turned my head and looked into my
sister's familiar face. It was the oddest feeling that had ever
come over me. I was scared. Really scared.
I swallowed thickly. My mouth had gone dry.
"Can I have another sip of my beer, Sharky?"
"Sure," he said, reaching over and handing me the can. "There's
another six pack, in the trunk of my car, if you need more."
I took a long swig, feeling the warm beer burn in my throat as
it went down. Then I handed the can back to Sharky.
He set it on the dresser and then he took a step toward us and
got down on his haunches so that he was at eye level with me and
Cookie.
"Okay now," he said, as if he was directing a movie, "kiss her."
What else was I to do? The beer was having a slight effect on
me now and I turned toward Cookie and leaned to her, pressing my
lips against hers. They were warm and soft and I felt them tremble
a little, against mine, as my eyes stared directly into hers and
she looked widely back at me.
This, I guess, is what the sports people mean when they say a
nothing result is like "kissing your sister".
"Is that a kiss, kids?" Sharky said, disappointingly. "Come on!
You can both do better than that!"
I pulled back for a moment, looking into Cookie's pretty face,
and then I said, "Close your eyes, at least."
"Alright," she said, and then her eyelids fluttered shut and I
pushed my face to hers again and pressed my lips firmly against
her own.
We sat there, like that, for a long minute. Side by side,
breathing into each other's faces through our noses, with our
closed lips pressed together and our hands on our laps. And then
Sharky said, "Hold it, kids. This isn't getting us anywhere and
I'm getting a little ticked."
I opened my eyes now and turned my face to him. I could sense
the anger building in his voice. "Sorry, Sharky," I said. "But
this just isn't natural. And it's not easy for us."
I could see impatience and irritation in his face as he stared
coldly back at me. "Try it again," he ordered.
I put my hands on Cookie's satiny shoulders now and pulled her
to me as I parted my lips slightly and pressed them more firmly
against hers.
Sharky leaned to us and said, "That's a little better. Open your
lips, Cookie. Open them for him."
I felt her lips part and I pushed my tongue to her smooth teeth,
rubbing them, and her gums, with the tip.
"Open your mouth, Cookie," Sharky directed and suddenly my tongue
was against hers but she squeaked in protest and then pulled her
face back.
"Shit!" Sharky barked.
"Look," I said to him quickly. "I brought something with me that
might help us out."
"What?"
"Well, you're a cop and I know this ain't exactly legal..."
"What is it?"
I reached into my shirt pocket and pulled out the large marijuana
joint that I had snatched from my cigar-box.
Sharky's eyes brightened as he saw it.
"God, Jack," Cookie said sarcastically. "You thought of
everything, didn't ya'?"
"Is this what Cookie likes?" Sharky asked.
"Well, I don't know if she likes it but I know what it does to
her."
"Well then. Let's light that sucker up, Jack!"
Sharky reached over to the dresser and handed me the matches from
the unused ash tray.
I lit the joint and took a long toke, holding the smoke in and
passing it to my sister.
She just looked at it. "I can't smoke this, Jackie. I told you
I'd never do this stuff again."
I let out the sweet smoke, in a long hiss, and then I said, "Sure
you can. It'll help us get through this."
Cookie looked at me anxiously and said, "No, Jackie." And she
handed the smoldering joint back to me.
"I'll do it FOR you, Cookie," I said.
Part 18.
"What do ya' mean?"
I took a really long toke from the reefer now, holding it all in
my mouth, and then I put my hands back on her soft shoulders and
pushed my parted lips back to hers.
"Open," Sharky ordered, and my sister opened her mouth just
enough for me to puff all of the smoke into her lungs.
I gripped her shoulders more tightly now and pushed my tongue
right into her mouth, licking the surface of her tongue and forcing
her to hold the smoke in.
"That's better," Sharky stated and then, after about half a
minute, Cookie pulled her face back and coughed and coughed, the
smoke forming a cloud around her head as she did so.
"That shit's strong," Cookie complained, coughing some more and
waving the smoke away from her with her hand.
I looked at Sharky and he glanced at me and then we both looked
at Cookie as she closed her eyes and her head bobbed forward and
then she quickly snapped it back upright and, with her blue eyes
wide, said, "Ooh wee!"
I handed the joint to Sharky now and he dropped it into the ash
tray.
"Alright now," Sharky said loosening his tie. "Let's try this
again. But make it a good one."
"Turn to me a little, Cookie," I said, and she adjusted herself
on the edge of the bed so that her upper body was facing me.
I scooted as close to her as I could and then I placed my hands
at her warm sides.
Cookie's eyes were already closed and she was breathing through
her mouth as I leaned to her and formed my lips around hers again
and placed my tongue back into her mouth.
Surprisingly, Cookie's soft tongue pressed back against mine,
this time, and she began to gently lick at my tongue as she cocked
her head and moved her face so that our lips rubbed softly
together.
I could feel the blood start to rush to my dick as I wrapped my
arms around her soft body and felt her warm arms entwine around my
neck.
"Good," Sharky encouraged. "That's real good. That's more like
it."
Cookie pressed her body even closer to me now and I could feel
the twin swells of her breasts against my chest as I held her more
tightly and sucked the sweetness of her warm mouth.
"Now we're getting somewhere," Sharky said. "Touch her breasts,
Jack."
With my left arm around her waist, I reached up between us and
placed my right hand over my sister's left breast. It was very
warm and firm feeling, under my hand, and I gave it a gentle
squeeze as Cookie's kisses became more passionate, her mouth now
wide open and our tongues out and licking at each other.
She began panting into my face as my finger's found her swollen
nipple and gently pinched and rolled it between them.
Cookie moaned into my face and worked her open lips at mine,
wetly.
"God, Jack! She likes it. Shit! Open her blouse!"
Not breaking our kiss, and feeling my cock swell hard with
excitement, I used both hands to unfasten the pearly buttons of the
silky, white blouse. Then I parted the front and placed my hands
over the soft, naked, warm flesh of both my sister's breasts.
Pressing them against her as I felt her arms tighten their grip
around my neck.
"Good. Good. That's a girl. That's the way. Good."
Sharky leaned forward and put his hands on our arms and then
pulled us apart.
We both opened our eyes and turned our faces to him. He was
panting with us and staring at us with his wide, steely eyes.
"Listen, kids," he said. This is getting better now. This is
what I want to see. But listen to me." His voice was very
commanding now as we looked at him with dull eyes. "I'm going to
take care of you kids. I'm going to do what I promised you. But
you're going to have to do exactly what I say now. It's very
important that you follow my directions, from here on out, so that
I can enjoy this. Understand?"
We both nodded.
"Alright. I want you two to respond to me while we continue.
Part 19.
"If I ask you a question, I want you to answer. If I tell you do
something, I want you to do it. Alright?"
We nodded again.
"Okay. Jack? Take your shirt off."
I moved back from Cookie a bit and pulled my shirt over my head.
"Okay now. Cookie, sit closer to Jack. That's it. Put your leg
up on his leg a little. That's good. Alright now. Kiss him."
We closed our eyes and Cookie pushed her open mouth to mine
again, licking my tongue as she wrapped her arms around my upper
body.
I placed my hands on her breasts again, exploring around their
soft circumference and kneading and pressing them firmly against
her heaving chest.
"That's good, Jack. Are her titties nice?"
"Ummm hummm"
"Yes, Jack. Squeeze them. Oh, they look so soft and firm."
Cookie's tongue was in my mouth now and I felt her arms tighten
at my back.
"Rub Jack's chest now, Cookie. Touch him. Feel those muscles
of his?"
Cookie gasped as she placed her hands on my chest and clutched
and squeezed at me, nodding her response to Sharky.
"That's it, Cookie. That's the way. Feel his arms now. That's
it. Aren't they strong feeling?"
"Umm hmm."
"You're both doing fine. This is real good, kids."
Sharky's voice was a distant, far off whisper to me now.
"Put your hand on Cookie's leg now, Jack. That's it. Run your
hand up and down it now."
I moved my open hand from her knee up to the hem of her skirt and
back to her knee.
"Isn't she soft, Jack? Is her leg smooth feeling?"
I nodded as I sucked at Cookie's sweet, agile mouth.
"Put your hand up her skirt now, Jack. That's it. Way up there
on her thigh. Is it warm up there?"
"Umm humm"
"Open your legs for him, Cookie. Let him feel you up there."
I had my hand up as far as Cookie's lap, but she still held her
thighs firmly together.
"Come on, Cookie," he coaxed. "We can get past this. Come on,
girl. Open them for him."
I sucked her mouth harder now. My cock was a straining pipe, in
my pants, as I felt my sister's thighs slowly part and my hand
dropped down between her legs. I stroked Cookie's hot, right,
inner thigh now as Sharky leaned down to watch me.
"Good, Cookie. That's a good girl," he soothed. "Feel her
thigh, Jack. That's it. Is it as soft and as smooth as it looks?"
"Umm hmm."
"Higher now, Jack."
I was as high up her thigh as I could go. My fingertips were
just touching the delicate, bare skin at the juncture of her leg
and her crotch. I could feel the tickle of her soft, pubic hair
on the knuckles above my finger nails.
"I want you to touch her pussy now, Jack."
I moved my hand and pressed it flat against the hot, downy soft
fur between my sister's legs. Just as I grasped it, I felt her
close her legs, trapping my hand against her hot pussy and between
the soft flesh of her creamy thighs.
"No, Cookie. Come on. We're so close, honey. I know you want
it. Come on, baby. Open your thighs so Jack can feel that pretty
thing."
Cookie chirped, through her nose, in protest, but I felt her legs
slowly part again and I began to rub my fingers against the soft,
twin cushions of her warm pussy.
"That's it kids," Sharky cooed. "Feel his fingers touching you,
Cookie?"
"Umm hmm."
"Is she wet, Jack? Can you feel her?"
I found the indention, between Cookie's soft pussy lips, and
carefully worked the tip of my finger inside.
Cookie WAS wet. Very wet.
I nodded my head as I continued to kiss her deeply.
"Good. Good."
Part 20.
I traced my finger, slowly up and down, within her slickened
notch, until I found the soft, elastic sheath of my sister's little
clitoris. I rubbed my fingertip gently against it and, as I did,
Cookie moaned loudly, into my face and her body seemed to melt
against me as her warm, sweet breath rushed from her nostrils.
"Unzip your brother's pants now, Cookie."
I continued to gently rub her swelling clit as I felt her hands
move to the front of my pants, undoing my belt and the snap and
then working my zipper down.
"Alright Jack," Sharky said. "Stand up and remove your pants."
I was in a kind of stupor now. I don't know if it was from the
beer or from what me and Cookie were doing, but I stood up and
removed my boots and pulled my pants down my thighs and let them
fall to the floor.
Cookie, sitting there with her eyes glassed over, was looking
directly at my twitching cock, panting through her pretty, open
mouth.
It was hard as a rock, and thrusting out, from my loins, at a
forty-five degree angle.
Sharky leaned to her. "Touch it, Cookie."
She reached slowly out and then grasped my dick with her small
hand. It was thick enough that her finger-tips and thumb tip could
not meet as she gripped it behind its swollen head.
"Your brother has a big one, Cookie. Did you know that he had
such a big cock?"
Cookie shook her head, causing her blond hair to dance about her
shoulders, her eyes were wide as she stared at what she was
holding. I could feel it throb in her hand.
"Stroke it, Cookie. That's the way. Yes. Up and down. You know
how to do it. Is it real hard?"
She nodded her head.
"You made it that way, Cookie. He's hard because you're so
pretty and so sexy and he wants to fuck you so badly. He wants to
push that big cock of his, up into your pretty pussy, Cookie.
That cock that's so hard. Would you like that? Would you like to
feel that big thing thrusting way up inside of you? Your big,
tanned, muscular brother driving himself deep into your body and
giving you pleasure?"
Cookie closed her eyes as he spoke but kept jacking slowly on my
cock and then she rubbed her hand over the engorged, sensitive tip.
I could feel it releasing pre-cum.
"Well?" Sharky pressed. "Would you?"
"Yes," Cookie breathlessly whispered.
Sharky reached over and pulled my sister's open blouse down the
back of her shoulders. Cookie had to release my cock as she
finished removing the silky blouse. She was now sitting there in
just the short skirt. The skirt had ridden up and her bare legs
were still apart so, as I looked down, I could see between her open
thighs.
Her pussy was as blonde and as pink and as perfect and as pretty
as it had been, when I'd seen it earlier, at the pussy show.
"Get back on the bed, Cookie."
My sister stood up and reached behind her to unfasten the clasp
at the back of her mini-skirt.
"No," Sharky said. "Just hike it up, like you did in the show
tonight. I want to watch you fuck in it."
Cookie pulled the hem of her skirt up and then moved to the
middle of the bed, arranging herself on her back with her arms at
her sides and her legs slightly apart. The mini-skirt was bunched
around her thin midriff, above the flair of her hips and, below
that, the furry, blond mound of her pussy was exposed, jutting up
from the flat plain of her wide, lower stomach. I could see the
cleft, through the wispy blond hairs at her crotch. It looked
moist and inviting.
Her eyes were closed, as I looked down on her, and she was
breathing deeply and rhythmically, causing her firm breasts to rise
up and down. Her nipples were swollen and erect.
I heard Sharky say, "Look at that, boy! Have you ever seen a
girl as sexy as that?"
I had to admit it, as I stood there and trembled, "No."
"Fuck her for me, Jack!"
I moved onto the bed and over her.
Cookie parted her legs a little more, to accommodate me, and then
I gently lay myself on top of her, feeling first the warm contact
of her twin breasts on my chest and then my cock as it came to rest
over the furry bump below her taut, lower belly. Then I was laying
fully on top of her, my elbows on the bedspread, at either side of
her thin waist, and my hands gripping her sides, just below her
armpits.