Karen glanced up and saw his hard cock at the lips of Nina's cunt. She shuddered in pleasure as she watched it slowly ease into the pussy, then pull back. He stroked the cock slowly back and forth into the gaping cunt. Nina trembled beneath her as the big pecker continued its torment. Karen sucked the huge tits again, cuddling them from the side with her hands and rubbing her face deliriously over them. She kissed and tongued and sucked. She rubbed and caressed and thumbed them.
"Ooooo, yessss!" Nina gasped from the midst of her own dangling globes. "Ooooo, love my tits, baby! Suck them as beautifully as Brad is going to screw me."
Roger had her pussy tingling by now. His fingers had done their work gorgeously. She was soaked down there. Her pussy was oiled and ready. She breathed a sigh of relief as she felt his monstrous cock begin to force her small passage open. Karen panted with delight as she felt him go all the way up inside her and began slowly pumping his cock along her trembling cunt.
"Oooooeeee!" she gasped. "Oooooeee!"
She glanced in front of her again and watched Brad's cock working into Nina's pussy for another minute. Now the brunette's cunt was grabbing at the luscious piece of meat. Karen watched the pussy lips hold tightly about the thick shaft as Brad fucked away. She was certain that her pussy was clutching just as happily at Roger's driving prick.
"Like this?" Roger asked, his face at her ear. "You like fucking in a stack?"
"Love it!" Karen panted. "Ohhhh, I love it! I can feel you in me. I can see Brad's cock going into Nina. I can feel Nina's tits getting bigger and firmer. Mmmmm! It's great!"
Roger seemed to take encouragement from her words. He started balling her more rapidly. His cock sent all kinds of fire running through her pussy. He got his finger on top of his cock and pressed it along the shaft until he was able to rub her clit into new ecstasy while his cock worked on the deeper nerves inside her cunt. Karen panted and trembled under the exquisite pleasure that ran over her body. Her tits had the most beautiful glow to them, thanks to the work Nina was doing. She felt as though she were floating in air. Her body seemed light and fluffy. She had no weight, no substance. She was nothing but nerves, nerves which had come alive with the blinding passion that whipped through them.
"Oooooeeee!" she cried before plunging her face back into Nina's bobbing tits. "Oooooeee! Great! Ooooooeeee!"
She could hear her brother beginning to pant with the approach of his orgasm. She writhed in agonized pleasure as Roger's teeth suddenly bit into her shoulder. She twisted her face around and caught the lobe of his ear in her teeth. She bit back, her hands continuing to ply away at Nina's rolling tits.
"Ohhhh! Wow!" Brad exclaimed. The teenager realized that it wasn't Roger's ear she had. It was Brad's. She didn't know exactly who was where, they all four began to pulse and pound to the rising excitement of the fuck. She knew that Roger's cock was doing all those wonderful things to her pussy. It had to be Roger's because he hadn't taken it out for anyone else to get in her cunt. Beyond that, she didn't care. All she was aware of was the delirious thrills that ran crazily through her body.
"Aaaiiii!" she screamed as her climax built inside her. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck me! Aaaiiii!"
They all erupted in a frenzy. Four bodies trembled in frantic demand. Four sets of hands groped eagerly about the mass of electric flesh. Two cocks roared out their charges. Two cunts took the cum in wild glee. They gasped and panted, shaking and moaning, as they erupted in a prolonged and beautiful moment of orgiastic fulfillment.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Mmmmm!" the red-head murmured as she caressed her sister's tits. "They're getting even larger, even more luscious."
"I know," the blonde answered, blushing slightly. "They'll be as big as Nina's before I know it."
"Well, let's hope not quite that big," Anne laughed. "Nina has a little too much tit, if you know what I mean."
Karen didn't know what she meant. The teenager knew what Nina meant when the maid complained about her size. She didn't know what Anne meant, however. The blonde nodded as though she understood her sister's meaning. She nodded while she reached her hand out and stroked about the red-head's soft pussy.
"I had to buy some new bras," Karen admitted. "My old ones were getting too tight."
Anne rolled onto her back and laughed. She rolled back over and sat beside her younger sister. Her golden body glowed as she looked down at the soft, little blonde. She cupped Karen's tits adoringly, teasing the nipples with her fingers. She kissed each nipple, letting her tongue dart out instinctively at the sweet buttons.
"Baby," Anne said softly, "as much action as these tits have seen lately, no wonder they've added a size."
"I guess so," the blonde admitted. "It's worth it, though. Ohhhh, I love fucking. It's more fun than I ever dreamed."
"And you sure dreamed about it an awful lot," the older girl teased. "I swear, I never knew a girl who had such an itchy cunt as you."
They were lounging on Anne's bed. The soft scent of the college girl's perfumes hung in the air. Anne had taken some of her allowance and bought a set of satin sheets for her bed. Karen had accompanied her, sharing a small portion of the cost. Now they were preparing to initiate the sensuous fabric. The teenager had felt honored that her sister had selected her for the first roll on them. After all, Anne could have invited Brad to come across the hall. She could have waited for the house to be empty and had Roger come up.
Anne buried her face in the girl's excited breasts and began to finger into Karen's soft cunt. Her finger slipped inside and rubbed at the girl's clit until the blonde almost lost her breath. Karen grabbed her sister's pussy roughly, shaking the rich growth of deep auburn hair, then running her finger into the moist opening.
"Ooooo, it is so soft and sweet in there," she whispered. "I can't understand why Ritchie is so concerned about your soul. Hell, pussy is better any day."
"Who told you about Ritchie?" the red-head stammered. "What do you know about him?"
"Just that he's a Jesus freak," Karen replied. "Brad says that he's trying to save you."
"He's a nice boy," Karen snapped. "Don't you ever say anything against him! He's the nicest person I've ever met."
Ritchie Clay, Anne informed her, was the most popular boy at the university. He was intelligent, considerate, sensitive. Karen expected her sister to say that he was president of the student body or something like that. She didn't. She said that he was captain of the football team.
"You in love with him?" the blonde asked.
"Hell no!" Anne answered quickly. "No way! I mean, he's a nice guy and all that but I'm not about to give up my way of life for some religious nut."
The boy was something of a challenge to the red-head. Anne was determined to get his cock. Ritchie would pet with her. He would get his hands inside her bra. They played with each other's cock and pussy. He wouldn't stick it to her, though. He had some hangup about going all the way to a fuck.
"He doesn't know what he's missing," the red-head sighed. "If he would ever screw a girl once, I think he'd be hooked, completely sold on fucking."
She sighed heavily and turned her attention to her sister's pussy. She had her finger plunging back and forth at a good tempo when the door to her room suddenly opened. Karen saw the shocked expression on Anne's face. Karen's back was to the door. As she turned she was wondering why no one ever locked their doors in this house. Hell, she'd caught Anne and Brad balling away that night with the door unlocked for anyone to walk in on them.
"Mom!" Karen gasped. Her mother was standing in the doorway. Mrs. Wilson was staring at her daughters. She had apparently just returned from a party or something. Anyway, she still had on a pair of delicate satin slacks and blouse. Her eyes went from one naked body to the other. Then she spotted the new sheets and walked over to feel them.