Rita Sondale: Sorority house Mother

Placing the cashmere towel with the dildoes on the floor next to the bed and next to this the thin chain strap-belt that fitted around the waist of the aggressor thrusting the dildoe into the passive partner, Gloria lay down next to Jeffrey.

He turned, his handsome face next to hers. They kissed. He threw his arm over her back. Her perfumed nakedness was intoxicating. The softness of her skin next to his was heaven itself. When Gloria began to stroke his naked back, when her fingers ran all over his buttocks, he opened his thighs wider. He moaned when her fingers drifted lightly through the crack of his buttocks.

Beth climbed up on the other side of her brother. She kissed his shoulders while he was kissing Gloria. Her hands began to wander also. She slid her fingers down his back. Her palm caressed his waist, sneaked around to feel up his nipples, her fingers pinching them.

Her hand continued its search. She felt between his legs. Soon she was griping the base of his fully erect penis, squeezing it delicately. Then her fingers crept around his heavy balls. They were warm and Beth knew, full of the rich thick juice she loved so much. Closing her eyes, she suddenly remembered a moment in the van when he shot such a load down her throat that she thought she might drown.

A passing truck driver, looking down from his perch high up in the big cab he was driving, saw everything, the thick hot rich come from her brother's spurting prick showering her face after she pulled off, his scum dripping from her lips as she fought to keep swallowing and to keep licking her flooded lips as his scum continued to blast all over her pretty face.

God! she sighed to herself, fondling his heavy balls now, she'd never forget that experience; and how later, in a truck stop diner, they ran into the very same truck driver and how Beth saw him jerking off his own prick under the tablecloth two tables away staring at her as if her half-exposed breasts inside a tiny summer blouse were hypnotizing his eyes.

Then she'd had to admit to herself that she had such a taste of scum. Often since the experience with that burly truck driver, she'd wondered why she didn't have the nerve to say something to Jeffrey so that she might have gone over. She would have gotten down happily on her knees under the tablecloth and blown the man's cock until he was screaming at the top of his lungs.

Licking her lips now as she continued to massage her brother's heavy, hairy balls, she wondered how the truck driver's scum would have tasted. She loved the taste of scum! She could drink from morning to night!

Sliding down on the bed, she buried her face between her brother's hairy thighs from the rear. Her hands and fingers ran up and down the nylon stockings he was wearing. She fingered and snapped the black garters that held up the nylons.

Rubbing her face over his naked buttocks, she licked down under and between his thighs until the tip of her eager tongue was caressing the base of his sac. she loved the taste of his balls.

Parting her lips, then opening her mouth, she tried to fit one of his testicles into her mouth. After a moment, she had it! Like sucking a large marble, she warbled his single ball around inside her mouth. Jeffrey kept grunting and gyrating his hips as she did this.

Gloria was busy tonguing his face now. His face was covered with her saliva. He was fondling and mashing and massaging her breasts, pinching them, even hurting them. He loved to hear Gloria's moans when he'd squeeze her breasts up to a point her eyes would close in pain. Then he'd relax the pressure of his fingers to stroke them gently, to fondle add pet them, to kiss them for her, to lick her hard nipples, then raise his lips up to hers for a long long passionate kiss.

As the minutes ticked by and the wine was beginning to have its total»effect, it was Gloria who finally decided the moment had arrived for the final approach to the magnificent ass-fucking she and Beth had in mind for her brother.

Gloria knew that, other than Beth's fingers up his ass, Jeffrey's anus was* a virginal as any infant's. This idea thrilled her half to death. To think that she, Gloria James, was going to get the first crack at his virginal asshole and, at the same time, live out a fantasy that had thrilled and excited her for years, a fantasy she'd masturbated to since she could first remember seeing a young boy's naked asshole at the swimming pool, of a summer camp.

Reaching down onto the rug for the vial of body oil, she allowed one precious drop to fall on the ball of her right index finger.

Beth was watching.

Gloria smiled. Her mouth and lips formed the word:

"Now!"

As her brother lay on his belly, his legs spread to let Gloria cup and finger his balls underneath with her expert fingers, Beth was lying alongside of him crooning into his ear.

"I love you tipsy drunk like this, honey."

"I feel so good," he mumbled.

"And you look so nice," she murmured, kissing his ear, licking inside it with the tip of her tongue. "You smell so good. I love this negligee on your body… your body so naked, so bare naked under it, honey. I love the silky nylons on your nice legs, on your painted toes. God," she cried out, "I love the sight of your toenails so bright red inside the filmy nylon. Just like a girl's, Jeffy. Just like a girl's sweet toes all painted and so nice and clean inside the sheer nylon. God," she said, "that really turns me on, honey."

"Me too," he whispered. "Me, too."

Beth caressed his bare ass. She kept her eyes in Gloria's. The older female was waiting for the moment Beth would spread her brother's buttocks wide open, exposing his wrinkled anus so she could plant the lone drop of oriental body oil to his hole.

"You like me playing with your bottom, Jeffy?"

"I love it, honey. I love it. Makes my prick hot, honey. Makes me shiver all over."

"Want me to tickle your asshole a little?"

"God, yes. Don't ask. Just do it," he whimpered, not turning his face, but still facing Gloria, his fingers climbing up and down her naked thighs, sometimes sneaking between her wet cunt lips to search around inside her moist hole.

Beth spread his ass cheeks wide open. Now his tight crinkly asshole" was fully visible. She looked at Gloria.

Gloria winked. She raised her fingers, turned it over just above his anus and the single drop of oil fell through space and landed perfectly on target. Beth imagined it splashing but it didn't.

"Darling," Gloria whispered softly, "did you feel anything just then… any thing unusual?"

"No," he sighed and stretched, wiggling his toes inside the sheer nylons, finding it a sweet and most unusual sensation.

She continued to caress his naked buttocks, the pale green negligee now up and around his shoulders. He looked very sexy indeed now.

The long flowing wig over his broad shoulders, the nylons with the black garters and his face make up, the eye shadow and the bright, phosphorescent lipstick on his full mouth-all this contributed to the perfect fantasy image both Beth and Gloria were harboring unknown to the other.

The single aspect of all this that excited and aroused them the most was that this, the object of their affection, for all purposes, female, was a boy, a man, with a huge prick. His silky, perfumed skin notwithstanding, the long flowing soft hair on his shoulders, his painted toe nails, his painted fingernails-under all of this was the very thing they worshipped most: the prick! the heavy, hairy balls!

But now, most of all, the male buttocks, the male asshole!

As Beth watched, her eyes wide, her breath short, cupping her own luscious breasts and playing with her nipples, her clitoris on fire and her heart thudding inside her chest, Gloria strapped on the chain. She pulled it taut around her waist. Reaching down on the floor again, she came up with the most beautiful of all the dildoes.