John Fine - Sexy little sister

With the two huge dicks pumping honey into her mouth, Suzie could hardly keep from choking. Large streams of come poured over her lips and down her chin, and then some erupted from her nose. She loved it, and knowing that she did, Cindy grabbed the Polaroid with an effort, Jack's soft root still securely in her rectum. Just in time she shot some pictures that her sister would treasure for her scrap book.

Now the two teenagers relaxed on their beds, surrounded by the men they had longed for. Fortunately, not until both had finished their screwing, did the telephone ring. Cindy moved to grab the receiver, but slowly enough that Jack's limp peter remained securely in place. She knew it was Daddy.

"Hi," she said, not having to take an exhausted voice after their night's recreation, "Cindy Smith here,"

It was a few moments before she spoke again. "That's all right, Daddy, we weren't sleeping too well anyway. We'd been just a teeny bit worried when you hadn't called. "It's so late," she added glancing at the clock, "after four already. We were afraid you might have gotten into trouble."

"No, no trouble Cindy," came the steady deep voice at the other end. "But one of our boys came across a pattern in the murders you've read about. He realized that each was separated by an interval of exactly nine days, or multiples of nine. That means that there should be another abduction this coming Wednesday. And we're working pretty hard to find something before then."

"Oh, any new clues, Daddy?" asked the girl eagerly. She was excited again by the case and needed to know anything that turned up which might point to the stranger on the motorcycle.

"Not a thing, sweetheart. We're just spending more hours busting our heads against a brick wall, it seems."

"It just seems so futile, Dad… uh, oh, oh," screamed the young girl in pain. Jack's spent cock had begun to awaken again and ignoring the girl's other activities he had begun slowly once more to pump it in and out of her torn bunghole. And this time it seemed to hurt even more, her tender cave rubbed raw by the first cornholing.

"What's the matter, darling," came Daddy's quick response, "what's happened?"

"Nothing Daddy," the girl rasped, trying to relax her muscles enough to accommodate her stud. She certainly didn't want to discourage him. "I just stubbed my toe, oh… it hurts. You know, Daddy, I'm not used to a strange room. Didn't look where I was going."

"You sure?" was the immediate reply. "And how's Joey?"

"He's just fine," the girl managed to gasp calmly, the huge mushroom again starting to vigorously explore her bowels. "And Suzie is fine too. Here, she wants to talk to you." Quickly she tossed the receiver across to the other bed and buried herself in the pillow to muffle her cries and moans. The huge dong was again shoving mercilessly and rhythmically into her sweating rosebud.

But even Suzie had her problems talking. Languidly she had held the last of the two men's come in her mouth, savoring its taste and trying not to swallow. Her voice was choked and hoarse when she spoke on the phone.

"What's the matter with you now?" came her father's concerned query when he heard his daughter's rough voice.

"Nothing Daddy," Suzie replied gamely, "just think I'm coming down with a cold maybe. I feel a little hoarse."

"You sure sound like it. Take care of yourself. Stay in bed tomorrow if you need to." Suzie smiled at this sage advice and glanced at the three men she'd like to have in bed with her while she supposedly recovered. But tomorrow there was important business at the State Records Building. The murder case came first.

"Well, do as you think best," he continued, "and I'll let you get back to sleep. I'll expect you by eight tomorrow evening. If you have any car problems and can't make it, call me."

"Will do, Daddy. And we'll look after Joey. He's got an early breakfast to go to," she said glancing at the clock. "We've got to get him up pretty soon so we can get clear across town. Bye-bye." Suzie hung up the receiver again and sighed. How she would have liked to ask to spend another night with these hard rutting pricks. But they'd been lucky to get away one night from the protective eye of their father and she knew it.

"All right then, fellows," Cindy said, eyeing the two men resting beside her sister, "if you can get it up again I want it, one of you in my cunt and the other in my mouth while Jack here plows my rear end again. Can you manage it?"

In response the two horny men grinned and joined her on the bed. They'd had sufficient time while Suzie was on the phone to get their peckers up one more time. The desk clerk slipped easily into Cindy's pussy and Mr. Butler her mouth. But before the hotel manager got his sausage rammed home, the pretty seventeen-year-old had time to tell her sister to use the Polaroid.

A little later when Joey finally got home with an unexpected friend, that was how he found his two sisters. Through the crack he allowed in the door he saw Cindy being lucked vigorously in three holes by three different cocks while Suzie took the pictures. Good sharp intimate pictures that the two girls could enjoy later and share with Liddy.

Joey watched eagerly at the fucking his sister was getting. It was the best he'd ever seen. At the same time his friend raised her eyes in astonishment at the actions of the two teenage girls.

Joey had left the night club with the two strippers and they had let him off at "The Mixer." Sally got out of the car first and had a few words with the doorman. He looked at her and Joey both, then laughed. "Sure," he said briskly, "be glad to look after the kid. Hey Annie," he called to one of the waitresses, "show this kid to one of the side tables where people won't notice him and give him all the Cokes he wants-on the house."

The eleven-year-old turned and thanked the pretty blonde. Neither of the girls thought he'd find anything there, but at least she was trying to help. "I'll be back in ten years when I am old enough," he whispered to the dancer. Quickly she bent down and kissed him fully on the lips, taking a moment to stroke his covered prick gently.

"I'll be waiting. You have good luck tonight Joey," she said and hurried back to their car. Joey followed the waitress inside. She led him to a table in the corner of the large dark room, returning in a moment with a glass of Coke.

"The Mixer" consisted of a long dark room full of small square tables. At one end was an intimately lit dance floor and at the other a bar. In between, where the customers sat, it was difficult to see anything clearly. The music was supplied by a juke box, which most of the time the management played. The tables were occupied by men or women. As each record began some of the men would get up and ask a girl to dance. Sometimes they'd stay only for one song and other times they'd dance several records together, in a close hug. Then both would return to the girl's table where they'd have another drink. After talking quietly they'd leave. It didn't take much imagination for Joey to realize where these couples headed.

Though the child had no idea how to dance he got up several times and went to tables where a woman sat alone. Carefully he'd introduce himself and explain that he didn't know how to dance but that he thought they were really beautiful and would like to talk to them.

Invariably they'd let him sit with them awhile and he'd make his play. Generally they just laughed affectionately when he asked them to fuck with him, though occasionally they were surprised and looked insulted. In any case, each time he was refused one way or another.

Joey sat in "The Mixer" throughout the evening, but as time wore on be became more and more discouraged. There were always more women than men-some pretty and-and some ugly, some young and some old. And as some of the girls would leave, others would soon take their place. But Joey was unable to hit his mark with any of them. It was obvious they just simply considered him too young, not matter how horny they were.