He straightened himself out over her with an arm on each side of her shoulders, but she playfully rolled aside. As she moved, her thigh grazed the hard knob of his organ. He felt a stab of intense pleasure and a sharp longing to press the thing against her again. Even if he couldn't slide it into her yet, he wanted to have it touching her somewhere or other.
He wrestled her from her side onto her back again and she gripped her legs together and wiggled her hips, making it impossible for him to keep his body in contact with her. Her lovely globes rocked and jounced on her chest and the hard tips grazed sometimes against his chest or forearms.
Kathie became a little concerned. "Gee, it sure looks like he's wrestling awful rough with her. Think he's hurting her?”
But Karen, whose feminine instincts were more fully developed than those of her younger sister, wasn't worried at all. "Oh no, he's not hurting her. It looks kind of rough but I don't think he's being mean to her.”
She felt a pang of wet warmth in the crotch of her panties and said, in a dreamy voice, "I bet it feels real groovy to her to have him doing that!”
Jerri ended the wrestling match by lying still for a minute so he could hug her without having her slip away from his embrace. She put her arms around his neck and drew his face toward hers, leaving no doubt about her desires. Rodney fit his lips on hers and smacked them, giving her big wet kisses that included her chin, cheeks, and nose as well as her mouth. But his mouth wasn't the only active part of his hard, masculine body.
With her arms around his neck he was treated to the satisfying touch of her damp, fully packed mammaries against his skin. That inspired his hands to new business on her body. The girl's panties were the last bastion against his needs and he wanted them off. He stuck a thumb under the waistband and stretched it downward over the smooth, lush flesh of her lower stomach.
"Look," yelped Kathie, "he's trying to his hand in her panties and grab her cunny!
A few more inches and he had the waistband so low that Jerri's black, curly forest of pubic hair came into view.
"He's going to touch her there, he's going to put his hand right on her pussy," exclaimed Karen. "Look, he's going to finger-fuck her with one hand while he hugs her tits and milks one with the other hand!”
"What's ‘finger-fuck' mean?" asked Kathie.
"You'll see!" Karen shot back.
She could see how much Jerri was enjoying it to "have him touch her secrets and the more she watched the more she began to identify with her older sister and to think how great it would be if she could only have a male do the same thing to her. The few times she had experimented with masturbation gave her thrills so nice she was scared to do it to herself much. But it was because she had done it to herself that she was able to imagine how fantastic it might be to have someone else do it.
With his thumb in her groin and his forefinger busily tickling her pubic hairs, Rodney was succeeding in bringing Jerri to a very high plateau of excitement. She was beginning to writhe her hips in slow arcs underneath his body, raising her pelvis higher to meet the manipulations of his fingers. Then he did what Karen thought he would do. He started milking her breast again. She made a little noise in her throat and the girls could see her hug him closer. He slid slightly sideways for more room to work on her panties, then ran his inserted thumb under the waistband, traced it around her hip and to the curve of her rear. In this new position he was able to tug them off with one quick movement. He dragged them all the way down to her knees.
"Now he's really got her naked," said Kathie.
Karen was so stimulated from the sight she wasn't talking much anymore. She was just staring with glazed eyes at the muscular male body on top of her older sister's and wishing it could somehow be she herself that was there. Her genitals were now very wet, not-just damp, and her silky panties made a thrill shoot up her spine every time she moved by rubbing across the exposed lips of her scantily haired mound. The truth was that she was beginning to want something else touching her there, and if it couldn't be a boy-as she would have much preferred-then she would be very happy to put her own fingers there. The only trouble was Kathie's presence. She was ashamed to do any such thing in front of her.
Jerri's yellow undergarment was all the way to her ankles now and her soft, nubile front was developing an extreme case of body hunger. Already she could feel his legs against hers and his chest in contact with her firm breasts-but she wanted more. She kicked her foot hard and her panties went flying through the air. They were so damp from the sweat of her groin that they left a wet mark where they struck a chest of drawers.
"That's the way I wanted to get you, baby," grunted Rodney. "Strip ass naked. It was so damned dark the other night I couldn't even see what I was fucking. Now I can see every god damned thing you've got, sweetheart, and I want to split your cunt and fill you full of my cock.”
She wasn't playing anymore. She needed it too. The sweat was running down her face and she was rocking on the bed under his weight. He darted his fingers through the muff of her hairs and took the wet, moist vulva between his thumb and forefinger. His penis was quaking with the fluctuations of his rapid pulse. She was no longer coy about touching it. She cheerfully searched it out and wrapped her hot fingers around the member without even giving him any advance notice. After a couple of gentle squeezes she set her hand in motion and slid it up and down, up and down.
His face screwed up with intense passion and he fingered her wet lips deeper and deeper until his forefinger was all the way into the hot hole of her slick vagina. He had waited long enough. He lowered himself onto her body and pressed the end of his organ into the vestibule of her humid slit.
"Go ahead,” moaned Jerri, "you don't have to hold back now, lover. Give it to me. I want it!”
He pressed the bulb inside but before he could draw it out she raised her hips and made it sink deeper into her flesh. The moist folds of her vaginal walls rippled past the angry red head of his instrument and flowed down the sides of the stiff shaft like wave after wave of thick, melted butter.
She stretched her arms and hugged him as close to her body as possible. She dug her heels into the mattress and trapped one of his legs between her thighs. With the new leverage thus afforded she was able to make his bulbular glans caress her taut clitoris every time he pushed forward.
"Hmmmmm," she moaned, "I can't tell you how hot you're getting me, lover. I… I'm needing you in there, Rodney. Keep it up for a long time, will you? Keep on giving it to me… that's the way, let me have it all… ooooh… oh God… keep it hard for me, lover… keep it hard and I'll do anything you want!”
"You got it, baby," he grunted. "You got it and you're going to keep getting it from me. Gimme tit, though, Jerri. I need a lot of tit… gimme, baby, gimme!”
Then, with his organ plunging in and out of her slowly and deeply, he bent his face to her chest and greedily took one of her hard nipples into his mouth. The sweat was pouring off his forehead and cheeks and from the other room the young sisters could see his jaw muscles working as he applied his lips to the sensitive tips.
Karen was so completely captivated by the scene that she had almost forgotten Kathie was there. When she glanced in her direction, she could hardly believe her eyes. The girl had her hand down the front of her panties, her loose little shift raised high over her knees, and was openly and avidly masturbating herself!
Chapter 3
Kathie's eyes were glued on Jerri and Rodney and she was manipulating the lips of her pint-sized organs as though nobody else was even present. Karen was stupefied. She had been craving for a long time to do the same-thing to herself-and the only reason she didn't was out of fear that Kathie would see her… the same Kathie who was now diligently fingering her immature, completely hairless genitals. It was too much.