THREE
Which was how Chuck came to be watching his sister as she crawled across
the room, and to be admiring his friend's unexpected flair for authority.
The girl's progress was slow and arduous. Half-sitting, half-reclining,
she pulled herself along the carpet with the help of her bound hands.
Perspiration dappled her body, giving a sensuous sheen to her flesh, and her
breasts bounced attractively with each jerky movement. Halfway across the room
she managed to clamber to her knees; but even then her crawling was made
difficult by having to support herself on her hands with wrists tied together.
Finally she reached the chair in which Joe was sitting, and crawled
between his widespread legs. Crouching there on hands and knees, she again
looked up into his face with that slavish expression in her eyes. Then she
lowered her head to his crotch, and, as if committing an act of worship, took
his erect penis between her lips.
Joe could not suppress a gasp of pleasure as her mouth closed over him.
A small sound came from Chuck too, and he moved to get a better view. He had
learned from previous experiments that nothing turned him on more strongly than
the sight of his sexy sister, naked, preferably bound and in pain, with another
man's cock jammed into her mouth.
For a few moments Linda simply held the rigid tool gently with her lips,
half its length buried in the warmth of her mouth. Then she began touching the
head lightly with her tongue, while Joe's body stiffened in the chair. But after
a few such caresses, she drew back, letting the now moist and throbbing prick
slide out of her mouth. For a moment she watched it quiver in the air, and then
with a soft moan she began to lick it lovingly. All over.
Her eager tongue covered every inch of Joe's straining pole with long,
slow strokes. She licked it lengthwise, from base to tip, and then back,
starting at the sensitive underside and working all around. She varied this by
also licking from side to side; and when she touched a particularly sensitive
spot--as evidenced by a soft hiss from Joe--she would pause there and wriggle
her tongue in a little circle over the area. Joe clutched at the arms of his
chair and squirmed with pleasure under her ministrations.
The only sound in the room came from their combined panting --Joe's,
Linda's, and Chuck's--and the faint liquid sounds made by Linda's busy tongue.
Once or twice, withouth pausing in what she was doing, the girl glanced over at
her brother, who watched intently, his hand on his cock; and the sight of him,
watching and waiting, brought a moan of anticipation from her as she increased
her efforts.
When all of Joe's prick was slick and shining from her tongue, she
dropped her head to lick at his balls, lowering herself to rest on her elbows in
order to reach them. After bathing them tenderly and thoroughly, she returned to
the cock, this time caressing it with her soft lips as well as her tongue,
kissing, nibbling, licking until at last the writhing boy in the chair could
bear no more.
"Suck it," he panted harshly. "Suck me, damn you!"
Linda obeyed him. She took the head of his prick into her mouth as
before, and closed her lips around it. Then, slowly, she began to take in the
rest of it. Her mouth slid down over the length of the sizeable tool.
It slid down.
And down.
And further down.
Joe gasped with astonishment and delight as more and more of his
erection disappeared between the girl's hungry lips. The tip of it nudged at the
back of her mouth, signaling that her capacity had been reached; but her throat
worked once, twice, and her mouth continued to descend on him. And she didn't
stop, not until his entire shaft was buried in her mouth, her soft lips
encircling the very base, her nose embedded in his pubic hair.
Joe's head rolled from side to side. "Jesus!" he croaked breathlessly.
"Jesus!"
Chuck smiled tightly, never taking his eyes from Linda. "Told you she
was good, didn't I?"
The other boy's reply turned into a groan as Linda's tongue went to work
again, swirling over his cock while she held the whole of it in her mouth. The
tongue continued to stroke him as, very slowly, she let her head come up,
sliding her lips upward over his prick. Her cheeks hollowed slightly as she
sucked at him. When she reached the top, with only the tip of it still in her
mouth, she paused for only a moment, then started down again. All the way down.
And her tongue never stopped moving.
Now Linda was sucking in earnest, her head bobbing slowly but steadily,
her lips never releasing Joe's staff from their close embrace. Up and down she
went, with a deliciously tormenting lack of haste; her deliberate tempo
gradually increasing, but so gradually that any change was almost imperceptible.
Joe was squirming and making strangled noises in his throat, his eyes sometimes
closed in ecstasy, other times avidly watching the girl crouched at his feet,
using her mouth so devotedly for his pleasure.
Chuck had waited long enough. He now approached the others and lowered
himself to the floor next to his kneeling sister, still watching her sucking
mouth. Linda caught his eyes and stared directly into them as she moved up and
down on Joe's cock, knowing how the sight of her turned him on.
Chuck raised a hand and placed it on Linda's back, lightly stroking the
flesh that Joe's belt had bruised. Linda gave a soft moan around Joe's cock.
Chuck's hand moved over her skin and slid around underneath her crouching body
to cup one full, dangling breast. The girl breathed hard through her nose. Her
nipple was rigid under his palm.
To encourage her in her labors, Chuck moved his hand to take that stiff
nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He felt her quiver in fearful delight,
waiting for him to squeeze it. He did so. Hard.
She made a series of whimpering noises in her throat and sucked harder.
Chuck reached for the other breast with his free hand and vised that nipple in
the same manner. Kneeling up behind her now, while keeping his hold on her nips,
he teasingly rubbed his huge erection against her thigh. Her whimpers turned
into high nasal yips, and she twisted her lower body against him. He knew she
was dying for him to take her right now. But he held off.
"Finish him off, Sis," he rasped, squeezing her nipples even more
tightly. "Finish him off and I'll fuck you."
A passionate groan came from the girl. She speeded up her movements,
bobbing faster and faster up and down on Joe's rod until she was pumping him
frantically with her mouth, twisting her head from side to side at the same
time, and lashing him with her tongue. Under this treatment there was no way
that the boy in the chair could hold out very long. His breath came in gasps and
his squirming buttocks arched right up off the chair, feeding his dick even
harder into her face.
Feeling his climax approaching, and egged on by the hard promise of her
brother's cock and by his fingernails now digging sharply into her nipple flesh,
Linda worked even harder; and soon Joe gave a hoarse cry and his body spasmed in
the chair as he released great spurts of semen into the girl's throat.
Linda swallowed it all.
And she milked him with her lips as he came, to make sure everything
came out that could come out. And when he was done she licked the last lingering
drops from the tip of his cock. And she held him in her mouth until, drained,
emptied and spent, his shriveled prick slipped of its own accord from her lips.
The girl raised her head and took a couple of deep, shuddering breaths
through her mouth. Then she turned to Chuck. She was trembling with need. Her
eyes begged him.
"Now, Chuck!" she whimpered. "Oh, please, now!"
Chuck was as ready as she. "Yeah, Sis," he gritted. "Now. You bet now."
And, releasing her breasts, he tumbled her over roughly onto her sore and
abraded back.
Linda cried out with pain and joy. Eagerly she swung her legs wide,
writhing her hips. Her brother flung himself between her thighs and quickly
positioned his cock at the entrance to her waiting vagina. Then, with one swift,
powerful thrust, he shoved his awesome prick up to the hilt inside her.
It was as though Chuck had put an electric charge up her cunt. She
shrieked like a banshee, and immediately went into wild convulsions, her head
rolling, her body bucking and twisting and scrabbling toward its long-delayed
climax. Within moments she came, venting her ecstasy with an ear-splitting
scream, and almost throwing her borther off her by the violence of her orgasm.
But it was just the beginning. Chuck, without waiting for his sister to
recover, began to screw her with slow, hard, steady strokes. Linda, moaning and
babbling incoherently, brought her bound arms down over his shoulders to clutch
at him as best she could. Her luscious legs lifted and wrapped tightly around
his waist as she swiveled and pumped her hips, meeting his thrusts eagerly.
While Chuck's movements were steady and controlled, his sister's got wilder and
more spasmodic, until once again she went into a shuddering, gasping climax.
Still Chuck kept on, working harder and faster now but still not losing
his cool, while Linda took everything he could give and begged for more with her
flailing hips and twisting, perspiring body. Only once did exhaustion seem to
slow her responses; but her brother knew how to remedy that. He lowered his head
to her right breast and sank his teeth into it. Not only did this bring her
alive again, it sent her swirling toward still another pinnacle of passion.
Twice more Linda climaxed before Chuck was ready to come; and when he
finally did, with a loud growling noise and a savage pumping of his hips, the
sensation of his masterful prick spasming and shooting off inside her sent her
off into a final screaming orgy of abandon.
Then, at last, brother and sister, completely spent, collapsed in a
tangled heap upon the carpet, to lie panting, gasping and fulfilled in each
other's arms.
#
Joe, resting in his own glow of contentment, had watched the performance
of his friends with awe and wonder. But he was even more amazed at what happened
after they had recovered their breath. For instead of exhaustedly calling it a
night, as he had expected--he had been at the point of getting up to dress and
go home --Linda had pointed out that their parents weren't expected back until
after midnight, and that they still had another two hours.
She wanted more. And Chuck was more than willing to oblige.
And Joe was certainly not about to object.
So now he watched as Chuck, having finally unbound his sister's wrists,
proceeded to spread-eagle her on her stomach in the middle of the living-room
floor. Her arms and legs were spread wide and tightly stretched, each wrist and
ankle tied with a length of rope which was then fastened to a heavy piece of
furniture or stationary object. Thus secured, she lay with her face on the
carpet and purred happily as Chuck, having made a final check to see that all
the knots were tight, idly ran his hand over the curves of her sweetly jutting
derriere.
The sight of the widespread naked figure made Joe's recuperating cock
begin to stir again. "Damn," he said softly. "What a fantastic chick!" He shook
his head in wonder. "That's the kind of sister to have, all right. Christ, my
sister would probably have a heart attack if I ever even touched her!"
Chuck grinned. "Yep, she's an unusual girl, all right," he agreed,
slapping Linda's rump affectionately. "In fact, I've never known any chick who
loves it like she does...and the WAY she does."
"You better believe it," Linda murmured.
"There must be some, though," Joe said. "Right? I mean, there must be
other girls who like to be...you know, tied up and all. And...and hurt...."
"Masochists, they call them," Chuck said, sticking a finger into Linda's
asshole.
"That's what you are, Sis. You know that?"
"Mmmmm," the girl responded throatily.
"Well, there's gotta be more of them," Joe insisted. "I mean around
here. Right in school, I'll bet."
Chuck shook his head. "Nope. I've never been able to spot any."
"Well, they wouldn't go around with a sign or anything. I mean, they
wouldn't want everybody to know, right? Like who knows about Linda? I sure
didn't until tonight."
"Just a couple of guys we've had over here before," Chuck said. "And
they won't say anthing 'cause they know I'll knock their heads in."
"Jerks," Linda put in. "They couldn't really get into it like you did."
She smiled up at Joe.
"So I say there's gotta be more!" Joe insisted. "And if we could find
them....Wow!"
"Yeah, right," Chuck said. "But how do we find them? What about it, Sis?
You know most of the girls at school. You know any who might be...like you?"
"Uh-uh," the girl said. Then, after a pause, "Well...I don't know--I
mean...I don't know any REALLY, but...well, there's one or two I WONDER
about....You know, just from talking to them and all...."
Joe leaned forward in his chair. "Hey, I bet you could find out, right?
Find out for sure, and let us know?"
Linda hesitated. "Well...I don't know..." she said again. Then she shook
her head against the carpet. "Anyhow, I don't want to share you guys with other
chicks. I'll do anything you want, you don't need anybody else."
Joe and Chuck looked at each other. Then Joe slid out of his chair and
crouched down in front of Linda. With a sudden movement, he grasped a handful of
her long hair and pulled her head sharply up and back. A surprised gasp came
from the girl.
"Now listen, bitch," Joe said. "You're damn right you'll do anything we
want. And what we want is for you to find out about those girls. Understand?
That's an order. You find out for us, and do it soon. You got that?"
"Yes, Joe," the girl said softly. "All right. Whatever you say."
"Right." Still holding her hair, Joe sat himself on the floor, at right
angles to the spread-eagled girl, his crotch just under her face. He lowered her
head to his lap. "Now suck me. Get me good and hard, because I want to fuck
you."
He was already good and hard, but Linda obeyed willingly.
Chuck had feared that Joe was going too far; but now he began to think
that in spite of their far-out games, he had never truly realized the full
extent of his sister's submissiveness. If she could really find them other girls
with the same desires as herself...The thought was making him hard again.
After Linda's talented lips and tongue had worked on him for a few
minutes, Joe called a halt. "Okay," he panted. "I'm ready to fuck you now."
"Hey, I've got a great idea," Chuck said. "Why don't you slide
underneath her, and I'll get on top. Then we can both screw her at once."
"Oh, wow!" Linda whispered, and shivered with anticipation.
Joe stared at his friend, and then at the tautly spread body of the
prone girl lying practically flat against the floor. "Are you crazy?" he
demanded. "How can I get underneath her? You've got her so tight you couldn't
get a toothpick in there!"
"You can do it," Chuck said. "She'll stretch some. Go on, try it, you'll
like it."
"Well..." Joe shrugged. Still doubtful, but willing, he lay down next to
Linda and with some difficulty proceeded to wriggle his body under hers. The
going was slow but, he had to admit, enjoyable, with all of Linda's delectable
flesh to slip and slide against. The ropes cut deeply into her wrists and
ankles, and as he forced himself further beneath her they could hear tiny
popping sounds, made by the further stretching of already strained muscles and
sinews; but the girl seemed to be enjoying it as much as he was, judging from
the deep groans and animal-like noises that came from her.
She kissed him as he finally made it into position directly underneath
her, his rigid and more than ready cock pointing straight up at her open pussy.
Her body was jammed against him from shoulders to crotch, pressing him almost
painfully against the floor. Her breasts were mashed so tightly into his chest
they were nearly flat, and he could feel the hard nipples digging into him like
fleshy daggers.
He was panting into her mouth, and she dipped her tongue into his, then
moaned without breaking the kiss when he reached down to make the connection
between them. With just a slight flexion of his hips he was inside her, deep,
deeper. All the way.
Linda made an attempt to squirm her hips in response to him, but she was
now stretched so tightly that she could do no more than flex the muscles of her
ass and contract her cunt around him as best she could. With her weight
compressing him, Joe did not have much more freedom, but he was at least able to
raise and lower his hips enough to create the desired friction.
"Hold on a second," Chuck said. "Let's do this right." He knelt between
his sister's outstretched legs, straddling Joe's, then reached down with both
hands and pulled Linda's asscheeks wide apart. Gathering a large gob of saliva
in his mouth, he dropped it onto the girl's open but puckered asshole, then
worked it into and around the opening with his thumb.
Linda's breathing became loud and uneven, though her mouth was still
pressed to Joe's. Chuck now leaned forward and placed the tip of his prick
carefully at the small round opening. Holding her buttocks wide, he slowly but
firmly began to press forward. The tip, then the head of his powerful cock
disappeared inside.
The girl broke the kiss and raised her head, giving a sharp hiss as her
tight sphincter muscles yielded to her brother's invasion; then she began to
moan loudly and steadily as Chuck pressed inexorably onward. Little by little
his staff burrowed its way into the snug anal passage, and Linda's groans
intensified.
"Does it hurt, Sis?" Chuck demanded, pressing on. "Does it hurt good?"
"Yes...oh, god, yes...it hurts...oh, it's heaven, Chuck...don't
stop...ohh, Jesus...hurt...yes...ohh...ohhh..."
Like a considerate brother, Chuck granted his sister's wish and didn't
stop until the entire length of his pole had lodged itself like a tightly
encased sausage in the back passage of the twitching, babbling girl. Now
skewered front and rear, Linda mewled with ecstasy and lowered her head again to
lick passionately at Joe's ear.
"Okay, buddy," Chuck panted. "Let's give it to her good."
They gave it to her good. And Linda nearly went straight out of her
mind.
There was a little awkwardness at first, caused by Linda's immobility
and the initial tendency of the boys to hump away at her eagerly, without regard
for the constricted position or for each other's rhythm. But in a few moments
they had settled into a smooth, synchronized pattern of alternating strokes. As
Joe thrust up into her, Chuck pulled back; then Chuck came down again as Joe
backed off. They kept this up in a steady, piston-like tempo, and in a very
short time the helpless girl between them was again shrieking out her climax,
her pleasure-dominated body spasming repeatedly in her bonds.
The boys went faster. Linda's head was rolling from side to side, her
lips slobbering over Joe's face, unearthly noises coming from her mouth. They
boys were panting heavily. All three were covered with sweat. Linda squalled
weirdly as another climax hit her. Her brother and his friend never stopped
their steady but always accelerating thrusts in and out of her battered cunt and
asshole.
The girl was sobbing wildly now in a transport of almost supernatural
joy. She could not stop coming. She had crossed the ultimate border of
sensation, and her body was now in nearly continuous climax. Her sobs and
screams, the reflexive jerking of her imprisoned body, and the continual
spasming of her anus and vagina as she came and came, worked on the senses of
the two youths until they both felt their own control beginning to slip.
Their thrusts became still harder, deeper, more savage. As though they
were jealous of her ability to experience multiple climaxes to their one, they
pounded at her from front and rear, battering toward that climax with a violent
abandon that only heightened her already unbearable pleasure. Howling, she
strained toward a final overwhelming explosion as they pounded still faster...as
they stiffened against her...as they groaned with the intensity of their
powerful ejaculations....
"OOHHHH GOD!!!" Linda screamed at the top of her lungs. Then she lost
consciousness.
#
Some time later, the Harrisons returned home. Joe had gone. Everything
appeared absolutely normal. Chuck was up in his room, studying industriously.
His mother chided him fondly for working so late and suggested he go to bed. He
kissed her goodnight and obeyed.
She peeked into her daughter's room. She was pleased to see that Linda
was in bed, sleeping peacefully. In the darkness she could not see the rope
marks on her wrists and ankles, or the stripes and bruises on her body. Or the
smile on her face.
