She climbed up along the rod. She used her labia lips like hands to hold onto a pole with. She grabbed on and kept climbing. She went up high on the flesh stalk. Her twat took more and more of the pogo stick rod. She rubbed up and down on it. "Mmmm, nice," she moaned, and then suddenly, she was back in reality.
Angela was sitting next to her. "You sure did get carried away," said Angela, flicking off the dildo. "You were in some other land, baby. It was nice to watch you sweat like that."
"Did I cum?" asked Sharon Pettibone.
"Did you cum? Jes look at that splotch there! That's gonna be one of the biggest stains you ever did see. And it's not like Mammy ain't gonna know what it is, neither. Fact is, she's gonna think I been out fucking around!" Angela set the dildo aside and leaned over her white friend. She applied her big pink tongue to the inside of Sharon's heated mouth. "Mmmm," she hummed, "I shore do like kissing you, white baby. It's yummy yum yum good!" And she smacked her big thick black lips again and kissed Sharon Pettibone one more time right in the mouth.
"I like that, too," said Sharon. "Are you still mad at me about that stain there on the sheets?" She flicked Angela's titty tips a couple of times with one finger while she waited for an answer.
"Naw," said Angela. "After all, what are friends for?"
CHAPTER FOUR – Morning Becomes Electric
"You were masturbating," said Debby Pettibone in a hushed voice. "Ha-ha, ha-ha!" She pointed a nasty finger. "You were jacking off, Sharon, and I caught you. Ha-ha, ha-ha."
Sharon blushed and pulled the covers up around her naked breasts. "Get out of here, you old bitch," she scolded back at her sister.
"Don't you talk to me that way," said Debby, jumping onto the bed and pulling down the sheets again. "I'll teach you to talk to me that way." She took hold of her sister's nipples and pulled on them, pinched them off hard.
"Oh, fuck," cried out Sharon. "That hurt. You fucking little bitch. I'm gonna fucking…" She leapt up and toppled her sister. She climbed down off the bed and onto the floor where Debby was laughing and giggling and trying to keep from being much more vulnerable than she already was – uncontrollably hysterical and nude. Both girls were bundles of naked energy.
"Oh, Jesus," cried Debby. "No, stop, please."
If the Pettibone parents had been home they'd have come to the rescue. They'd have never permitted such perverse cavorting. But Mr. and Mrs. Pettibone were out at a wife-swapping party, and there was no one around to prevent Sharon from meeting out a cool revenge to her darling sister Debby. "You try any of that scolding with me again, Big Sis," she reprimanded her older sister while straddling the woman at the titties, "and I'll have to beat you up." She tickled Debby one more time under the chin and along her boobs. "You understand, Big Sis?" Before she stood up off her sister she pressed her hands down flat over Debby's big boobies. "Or do I have to rub it in?" She wiggled her sister's titties back and forth.
"You little heathen!" shouted Debby who's belly was now coated with her sister's slimy clit juice. "You got a lot of nerve threatening me. I'll teach you." And she leapt upwards and pushed Sharon back down onto the bed. The two girl wrestlers went at it with each other, pushing and pulling, rubbing and tugging, taking advantage of every female wrestling trick in the book. Finally, young Sharon located a hand up behind Debby's buns. She pulled the two globes apart and slipped a finger into her sister's ass crotch.
"Oh, you bitch," hollered Debby. "You can't! No! I won't let you! Oh, God!" But it was no good. Young Sharon had a good hold on her older sister. She had the girl from behind. She had her legs spread and straddling Debby's back. She could manipulate her finger, even though it meant reaching back behind herself, in any direction she chose. She did that, too, and she took her older sister's butt end for a good little scrubbing. "Mmmm," she said as she poked down deep in Debby's ass hole, "don't you just love to have me masturbate your bunghole? Say it, Debby. Tell me how you love it."
"Oh, God, Jesus," hollered Debby. "You have to stop. Please stop. Oh, God, no…"
Sharon let up. She stood up off of Debby. She allowed her sister room to roll over. "Look at that," she said when Debby moved out of the way. "You were enjoying it. Look at that clit juice stain. That's from you, Debby. You were having a good time with my finger up your ass hole."
"Leave me alone," said Debby Pettibone, trying to gain her composure. "You're just a little fart. Nothing more. A bitch and a fart."
"Don't talk to me that way," said Sharon, "or I'll have to give older sister a spanking. And I know you wouldn't want your little cheeks to be all black and blue when Kevin comes to pick you up tonight. Now would you?"
"You're a little ass hole," said Debby.
Sharon grabbed her unassuming sister. She shoved Debby back down and started walloping her hand on her sister's cheeks. She slapped and spanked until tears came into Debby's eyes. "Oh, God, please stop," she moaned. "I didn't mean it, Sharon. I'll never say something like that again. Please stop." Sharon smacked her sister's buns a couple more times and then she let the older girl up. If it were a true contest, had Debby not been reaping some sexual gratification from the whipping, perhaps then she'd have won a physical competition against her sister. But it was not an athletic event – it was a bit of masturbatory play for the two of them, and they both enjoyed it a great deal.
"Well," said Sharon, noting her sister's cherry blush, "we're going to have to do that more often, eh Sis?"
"Oh, yeah," said Debby halfheartedly because she was still recovering. "Sure we will…" She rubbed her sore fanny. "My ass is going to be sore for weeks."
"Oh, you know as well as I do," said Sharon, "that if you wanted to you could go another round of spanking right here and now. You're really into that shit."
"Leave me alone, little girl," said Debby. She would always do that to Sharon, pull rank, when she wanted to end things or to go on to something else. It was her way of saying that she was done playing one game and ready to try out another. She picked herself up off the bed and started getting ready for her date. "You know," she said, combing her hair in the bedroom mirror, "you really ought to do something about those ugly old horns of yours, little sister."
"I didn't know they were that ugly," said Sharon. "And what do you suggest?"
"Oh, well, as for their appearance, it's just not nice seeing them stick out all over the way they do. And as for what to do about them, well, you could shove it up your ass…" She turned around and smiled devilishly at Sharon. Then she tossed the young girl a hair brush with a plastic handle shaped not unlike the stalk of a firm boner. "Or you could tickle your clit. Or, you could go out and get laid. That would probably be the best thing to do. It would do you the most good."
Sharon Pettibone spread herself out on her bed. She reached down between her two legs and rubbed her loins. "I don't want to lose my virginity just yet," she explained absentmindedly. "You know what I mean? I just don't think it's time."
"Why not?" said Debby, putting a beret into her hair to hold it in place as a large blonde bun on top. "Afraid?"
"How old were you?" asked Sharon. "When you got your cherry popped, as they say?"
"I was twelve, going on thirteen," said Debby with a smile.
"Yer kidding," said Sharon.
"No," said Debby, "I'm not. I was playing squat-tag in a cucumber patch and I just happened to sit down in the wrong place." She laughed uproariously at her own joke. Then she turned to Sharon. "Actually, I was only twelve years old. His name was Barney. He had a big thorny thing. We were out in the back yard on Charles Avenue. Mom and Dad and you were in the house doing I don't know what. We were messing around out by the avocado tree. I just wanted to have some fun. I didn't know for real what we were doing. He took me behind the tree and told me he wanted to kiss me. I'd kissed plenty of guys so I wasn't worried. He was maybe sixteen or seventeen, so when he kissed me it was kind of different than with some of the guys my own age gave me his tongue and I didn't know what to do. I thought maybe that was how people got pregnant or something. I didn't know. He was French kissing me.