Jean Sifton - The peeking sister

Christ, he was surrounded on three sides by mirrors. Somebody had pushed three large mirrors on rollers up to the bed, one at the side and one at each end. In the one at the foot of the bed he could see June's luscious ass-cheeks weaving lewdly in the air as she plunged her honey-sweet mouth farther and farther down the wetly glistening shaft of his cock. The moons of her buttocks flared out enticingly, revealing the tiny hairless hole in her anal crevice and beyond that the parted hair-lined lips of her tight young cunt with its furrow of moist pink flesh.

In the side mirror he could see her flushed, lust-contorted face in clear profile as she sucked hungrily at his rock-hard penis taking almost all of it in her tightly ovalled mouth now until only a small section of it showed white and glistening, protruding from her soft warm mouth.

The sight intoxicated and infuriated him. With an animal-like grunt he pushed her head down with both hands and gave a mighty thrust upwards, watching with cruel satisfaction as the last bit of white cock disappeared into her wide-stretched young mouth and her nose was buried deep in his pubic hairs. He felt the spongy resilient head of his cock slide way beyond her palate and down into the softness of her sheathing throat. Slowly he raised her head again, watching in fascination as the pliant flesh of her lips was pulled out grotesquely along the saliva-slick length of his rod, clinging stubbornly to it as if she couldn't bear to have it go. At the end she gave it a nerve-tingling swipe with her tongue, then again plunged her warm wet mouth down to the very base of his cock, this time with no help from him. Faster and faster she went, milking him up and down with her hungrily sucking mouth, and he could see her big lush breasts dancing wildly as she bent to her task with more and more zestful abandon. A pale sheen of glistening sweat was beginning to form all over her sensually ripened body and the seductive piquant odor of her warmly scented cunt was wafted to him by her movements. God, she was enjoying it as much as he was! The thought toppled him over the brink, and he felt the scalding charge which had been building deep in his balls start bubbling and foaming along the length of his straining cock.

"Suck it, baby! Don't stop sucking! I'm cumming!" he gritted before letting his head drop back on the bed. The muscles of his neck stood out like cords, and his lips were bared over his teeth in an anguished grimace as with one last wild convulsive thrust of his loins he flooded June's eagerly gulping mouth with jet after jet of boiling sperm, holding her fast on his madly jerking cock with both hands until he had emptied himself completely. When she had swallowed all he had to give and went on sucking as if she wanted more, his legs twitched and flopped on the bed like a dying dancer's. Finally he had to push her away with a groan.

"Is that all?" she said, with the shadow of a smile on her face and a triumphant glint in her eyes. She circled her lips with the pink tip of her tongue to make sure she had not missed a drop of his cum.

"God, June baby, that was too much!" Cliff gazed up at her with adoring eyes. "Honey you're worth a thousand Tiffanys. I was just crazy, I guess. Listen, we'll go home. I'll get my job back with old man Chisolm, and we'll get married just like we always planned. Right?"

"I think that's an excellent idea," June agreed. "Except for one little detail…" She slid with a newly acquired feline litheness off the bed and picked the bullwhip up off the floor where it had fallen from Cliff's limp hand. Turning toward the wings of the stage, she called in a loud compelling contralto, "Tiffany! Come here!"

There was no denying the power behind that command. The young blonde girl timidly advanced onto the stage as if against her will, her eyes fixed fearfully on the whip which June held in her hands. When she had reached the bed, June continued, "You're both going home all right. Cliff will get his job with Chisolm Realty back. Tiffany will finish up high school and then get a job of her own. But before that…" she paused significantly to let her words sink in. "Before that, you're going to get married. Right in New York City. And when you get home, you'll live in Daddy's house and take care of him for the rest of his days. Is that clear!" she yelled with sudden dramatic intensity at the dumbfounded couple. "From now on you take care of him. I'm staying here. This is where I belong!"

With that she turned her back on them as if they had ceased to exist and faced the audience with the whip held high over her head and the fire of victory flashing in her eyes. Her lustrous black mane of hair flowed over her satiny snow-white shoulders, half-concealing her proudly jutting breasts. In that pose she looked like an Amazon queen, a vision of striking barbaric beauty.

"Bravo!" someone shouted. Then the applause began, building to a thunderous torrent that made the old loft shake and vibrate like a ship riding out a heavy storm.

"Encore! Encore!" The shout was taken up on all sides and became a rhythmic chant until June regally raised her shapely arms in a signal for silence.

"All right," she said in a calm quiet voice that carried effortlessly to every corner of the hall. "We'll have an encore…" She smiled mysteriously to herself, then called out in a challenging voice. "Borman, you sneaky bastard, come up here! I know you're out there somewhere. And bring that pimply-faced friend of yours along. I've got a little something for both of you."

There was laughter in the audience and some more scattered applause, then Jock Richmond minus his pimples entered from the wings. He was dressed immaculately as a butler… except that he wore no pants… and was carrying a silver tray with a bottle of champagne, three glasses and some tiny sandwiches on it.

"Madame called?" he queried, bowing respectfully. Behind him waddled an enormous shaggy brown bear.

Sitting comfortably on the bed between Jock and the bear, sipping champagne and nibbling at the tasty little sandwiches of caviar and smoked salmon, June asked Jock what had happened to his pimples.

"Madame cured them this morning with her beautiful ass-hole," Jock replied imperturbably. "Madame has great gifts, if one may be permitted to say so."

"Of course," June graciously smiled. "And what is this cute little bear's name?"

"Buster, I believe. What's your name, cute little bear?" Jock inquired blandly.

"Get me out of this Goddamn suit!" Axel Borman's muffled voice roared out of the bear's head. He raised a front paw with sharp curved black claws and lightly stroked June's rounded tapering thigh, leaving a trail of faint white scratch marks on her creamy white skin.

"Oh, the poor thing's trying to tell us something," June exclaimed compassionately. "Whatever do you suppose it is?"

"He probably just wants to fuck," Jock surmised. "He has a one-track mind."

"Really…?" June drawled with a twinkle in her eye. "Do bears fuck the same way we do?"

"I've never actually seen them in the act, Madame, but I believe they do it dog-fashion, if Madame will excuse the expression," Jock answered, taking her glass from her and setting it on the floor. "Bears really don't have much imagination, love," he murmured in her ear as he pushed her down on the bed and speared his pointed tongue between her parted willing lips. Before she closed her eyes with a sigh of contentment she caught a glimpse of his virilely throbbing penis jutting up out in front of his waistcoat. It was a ridiculous sight but she didn't feel like laughing… Sucking Cliff's cock had made her so hotly aroused that she felt she could take on ten men, one after another… first Jock, then Axel, then whoever else wanted a run for their money. She was free from all her old fears and inhibitions now. She had found her true element in her sexual prowess and knew that never again would she spend a miserable night alone in bed without the ardent caresses of a lover to drift her off to sleep… At least, she amended, not for a long, long time…