Jerry Hull - Sister rope lust

"I'll have to fix ours in the kitchen. I forgot the soda."

Teddy knew that Bobbi would mix their drinks as strong as anyone else's, but his sister felt the same reluctance to let the teachers know they were having an alcoholic beverage as he did. He was glad Bobbi was cool in these situations.

Bobbi came back with two frosted glasses. It was difficult to see what the contents were from the out-sides. The twins took chairs across the coffee table from the older couple. All of them sat and sipped for several minutes. Then Coach Orlando noticed something that almost made him choke on his drink. Bobbi had forgotten to zip up the front of her jeans. They were still open, the way the girl had planned for them to be when she spied from the top of the stairs. Bobbi noticed his eyes staring down and thought he was admiring her legs. At least, she hoped he was. She stretched out in her chair, crossing and uncrossing her ankles. Then she glanced down to see if her legs were positioned as attractively as possible. When she did, she also noticed her open fly, and her face turned a bright scarlet. If Miss Webster or Teddy had noticed, they didn't show any signs.

“I'll just freshen up my drink," Bobbi said, standing and walking to the kitchen. She headed for the sink, poured another finger of bourbon into her glass and was just filling the tumbler to the top with Coke when she heard him come up behind her.

"No need to run off like that, Bobbi," Coach Orlando said. "I was enjoying the view."

Bobbi felt too embarrassed to turn around. Her face was still flushed. She quickly took a long gulp of her drink.

"Only thing is," the man said, "it isn't fair for just one of us to be showing ourselves off, is it?" Then she heard the sound of a zipper opening, and he was suddenly pressed tightly against her back. She felt her knees grow weak.

"Shouldn't, shouldn't we go back to the living room?"

"Oh, I think Margaret and Teddy can entertain each other for a while. They've done it before."

He knows! Bobbi thought. Her heart started to race!

Then she felt him reach out and take her hand. He moved it back behind her and suddenly her fingers were being pressed into his open fly. They felt his underwear, and a hard bulge underneath. His mouth was suddenly close to her ear.

"Take it out if you want to." He reached around with his other hand and slipped inside her open jeans. The hand was warm and gentle against her vagina. "Now we're even."

Bobbi found the little opening of his jockey shorts and she let her fingers explore inside. She could feel his cock, thick and hard, and a forest of coarse hair, but she wasn't able to pull the hardened tool through the flap.

"I'll have to take these down," he said. As soon as he spoke, he took his hand out of her jeans and turned her around. She stared directly into his eyes. They were as black as coal, and right now they were glistening with little sparks of fire. Yes, he was the man in her fantasies, all right. And now he was staring at her with the same expression that she always imagined when she lay naked on the bed of the hotel room, watching him undress.

Coach Orlando unbuckled his belt and undid the top of his slacks. Then he put his hands on the blonde girl's shoulders and smiled.

"I really only came by here to drop Margaret off, but when I saw that you were home, I was very happy to hang around."

Bobbi's heart raced. Her legs felt like they were turning into rubber.

"I, I'm glad you stayed too."

"Then why don't you prove it?"

"How?"

"Take my pants down."

"What, what if somebody walked in?"

"Don't worry about them. They're probably doing the same thing." He smiled again, and once more her legs went weak.

Her hands trembled slightly as she reached out and slid his slacks down over his hips. They dropped to the floor, but he made no move to step out of them. The smile left his face and he stared at her sternly.

"Get down there and take them off me. Take my shoes off too!" It was more like an order than a request.

Bobbi sank to her knees. Her eyes quickly took in the details of his body, his powerful, hairy thighs, brushed with the same black hair that she knew he'd have on the rest of his body. She'd seen him in shorts at school, and in her dreams she had seen him naked. She knew he'd look just like the fantasy man. She quickly unlaced his shoes and he lifted one foot at a time while she pulled them off. Then she slid his trousers over his feet. She left his socks on.

When she looked up, he had removed his sports coat. He was standing in just his jockey shorts and a polo shirt. His arms were big and bulging. He smiled down at her and with one quick movement he pulled the shirt up and off. Then he was just in his jockey shorts, smiling down at her, the way she had dreamed about him so many times. She couldn't believe it was all coming true.

"Okay, little girl, since you're already on your knees, why don't you slide my shorts off?"

Bobbi reached up and hooked her fingers around the waistband of his shorts. Tufts of black hair were already spilling over the elastic. His chest and belly were a mass of thick fur, and as she slid the white material down she saw that the hair increased in density below. Her hands brushed his buttocks as she pulled, and they, too, had a fine, even distribution of silky hairs.

When she pulled the shorts over his crotch, his cock popped out into the air the way she always imagined it would. But there was one difference. It was uncircumcised, and she had never seen one like that. Therefore, she hadn't imagined it that way in her hotel-room fantasy. She stared at the thick club for a moment, feeling slightly confused. The heavy foreskin completely covered the head, and formed a puckered mouth about a half inch below.

Coach Orlando saw the confusion in the girl's eyes and laughed. He reached down, skinned back the overhang, and a pink, shiny head appeared. Bobbi's heart began to hammer. It was the most beautiful cock she had ever seen. Even Teddy's, which was perfectly shaped and proportioned, was not this big, and the older man's balls were as big as ostrich eggs in their hairy sac. The girl stared, fascinated, while she pulled his jockey shorts to the floor and he stepped out of them.

He reached out and put his hand on the back of her head.

"Give it a kiss, huh?"

Bobbi leaned forward and kissed the rosy tip of his cock. The head was as big as a fist. It throbbed when her lips touched it, and a clear drop of fluid appeared at the little slit.

"Lick that off!" Again, it was more a command than a request.

She had never sucked a cock before, but she had imagined herself doing so in many of her masturbation fantasies. She had even imagined what it would taste like. She put her mouth over the tip now and sucked up the fluid that had begun to ooze from Coach Orlando's overheated prick. It was a nice taste, she thought, not sweet or bitter, just a masculine flavor.

His hand was one the back of her head again, and he urged her mouth to take more of his meat inside. She opened up until her jaws ached, but had trouble getting her lips around the thickness of the head and shaft.

"Just keep getting it wetter and wetter, baby," he said. "It'll go in. I've fucked smaller mouths than yours."

Bobbi felt a rush of warmth flood her loins. She imagined other girls at the school doing the same thing to him that she was doing now. She wondered who they were, how many they were, and if they'd been anybody she knew.

After licking around the head for several minutes, she ran her tongue wetly along the underside of the shaft. She licked down to his big balls, then up over the top and down to the tip again. She did this several times, and after a while the entire pole was dripping wet with saliva. Then she made another attempt to put the cock in her mouth, and found that she could take the fist-like head all the way to the back of her throat. The man groaned then, and gripped the back of her head even tighter.