Maryon Swelt - He seduced his little sister

She climbed the stairs, stepping over a girl stretched blindly writhing on them with an unsexually defined long-haired head buried in her crotch, and made her way to a room lit with discreet blue table-lamp that, she soon realized, as she caught a glimpse of herself in a mirror, canceled out her costume so that it seemed she was a nippleless blue-skinned Venusian in boots. The room's single bed contained a number of slowly-moving bodies, all naked, of both sexes, while on the bizarrely carpeted floor sat two youths and a girl, a black with an Afro, a thin boy with a WASP-hive… the girl, perhaps a redhead, heavily made-up about the eyes and mouth, hair cut short and close to her scalp, her chest nearly as flat as the boys', all nude. Judging from the quick look Maryon gave them as she entered, they were rapping about something non-sexual, for the two pricks and twin nipples were soft and unaroused.

But her arrival brought something new into the scene. "Hey, man," greeted the black, "whad'y'know, baby!? Come sit down a while… park your butt."

Shrugging to herself, aware that the black-banded beard was leaning against the doorway, Maryon crossed over and let herself limberly to the floor. Immediately WASP-head reached out and touched her breast. "Wow," he breathed. "Y'had me fooled there, chick. Thought you'd cut your knockers off there for a while. How come you're all dressed up? You uptight or som'p'n?"

"Way out, honey," said the girl. She was a redhead, Maryon decided, after a look at the blue-glinting auburn oasis that sat between the girl's thighs. She nodded and said "Hi!", glad to be so easily accepted into the group, not at all minding that the WASP was continuing absently to stroke her breast through the tight-knit material, the black was running his hands through her hair, and the girl plucking at the muscle of her thigh.

"I'm Maryon?" she asked, and quickly the others responded, as "Wash", "Dave", and "Vinny",

"We were just rapping about recruiting, getting in fresh blood," offered Wash, fingering her ear. "We's interested in turning on some more bodies to where it's all at with us… We kinda run the SLM y'see."

"Yeah," put in Dave, "welcome to the club, Maryon chick. Haven't seen you before, here or anywhere."

"Uh-huh… I'd've remembered her!" said Vinny, running the back of one hand along Maryon's thigh and taking the blonde girl's wrist in her other to place it against her flank.

"Ae you bi, honey?"

Maryon laughed lightly. "Can do," she said, "but I can take it or leave it, frankly."

"Mmmhhh… but can you give it, honey," throated the redhead.

"And give and give and give and give! I bet," said Dave, fully engaged now in tweaking at her nipple to make it cone out against the material.

"And life's just full o'give 'n' take," drawled Wash, leaning over to kiss her ear and run his tongue around in it so that she tingled.

Both boys were getting hard-ons, Maryon noticed, while Vinny's ridiculously small nipples poked out of her like nail-heads. Behind her the figure at the door came just inside and sat with his back against the jamb. She stretched her legs out straight in their boots, leaned back on her hands, and brazenly offered herself up to their combined caresses. "I guess I do all right," she said, closing her eyes and pressing her ear against Wash's thick-lipped mouth.

Vinny still had hold of her wrist but, instead of trying to bring it again to her own body, bounced herself cross-legged over the carpet until she was slightly behind Maryon, on the opposite side from the young black, and adjusted herself so that now the blonde girl's arm was encircled by her legs, with her hand trapped under the copper-covered pussy. She leaned forward so that her chin rested on Maryon's shoulder. "You want to make it with me, honey?" she whispered, squirming so that Maryon could feel her loose wet vulva on her knuckles, warm and juicy.

She hesitated. She wasn't sure yet just what she wanted. Dave must have overheard the question. "Hey, Vinny chick, no fair you hog it all, you pig. I could do with a bit of bishop-bashing myself!"

"Me too, man," said Wash in her other ear. "Say… what say we all get our rocks off, huh, baby?"

"Okay," said Maryon, after but a moment's hesitation. "But I'll have to get out…"

"Hey, hey… we gonna liberate you, we liberate you all the way," cried Wash, getting to his feet and going over to the bed, whose occupants were still dreamily hugging and humping. Leaning over them, the black picked up something from the bedside table and returned to the three on the floor. "C'mon, Maryon," he said, "just kneel up, now… that's right. Now just lean yourself back again, baby, like you were before… yup, that's the way. Now, just hang in there a minute…"

Arched backward over her heels, her cuntish mound and the twin peaks of her breasts thrown prominently up at either end of the straining curves of her hard, firm belly, Maryon saw, upside down, the bearded stranger tugging the black jockey shorts from his ankles. Across the blue-hazed room she could make out the dark forest between his thighs out of which sprang a barkless white tree-trunk of sturdy proportions.

Something cold touched her own invisible thighs and, after her initial jump of surprise, it took her several seconds before she realized that Wash was cutting away the thin blue material at her crotch with a pair of scissors. She bridled at the thought of her blonde fuzz and pink-lipped luscious fruit being thus exposed. After he'd taken a good-sized triangle out Wash, bidding her be still, cut two neat circles about the globes of her breasts so that she could feel her taut nipples spring out as their tension was released to the air.

Swiftly Wash and Dave slid alongside of her, put an arm each under her shoulders, took her own arms and pulled them down so that her hands rested on their rampant pricks, they lowered their lips to her breasts. Hands caught at her booted bent legs and pulled them out and apart. A warm wet sponge seemed to soak down on her and she knew that the redhead had placed her hungry lips to the steamy dish of meat that Maryon presented. In her hands she clutched the upstanding staffs of the two men who mouthed her bared breasts, while their hands held her shoulders down to the carpet, and slid smoothly up and down the blue nylon of her inner thighs. She squeezed and rubbed and jerked at their two pricks, rubbing her thumbs over their tips, slicing her nails into their opened holes, basketing their balls with her fingers. Her cunt responded quickly to the probing tongue of Vinny, who varied her industrious employment by taking the gristle of her clitoris between her teeth and grinding on it gently. After a little while the activity at her core ceased, and then the red-tufted crotch of the other girl came down on her face as Vinny reversed herself over the blonde and, as her busy mouth returned to its tantalizing task, Maryon began to work her own lips around the soft and juicy fruit laid against them. She slid a long lascivious tongue in between the pomegranate halves and probed mercilessly, urging the other on to do likewise. Hot silky thighs clamped about her cheeks and moved slowly there as Vinny strained to offer a loving cuntish kiss, herself now laving languorously in a cat's lick about the blonde girl's craving cleft.

Maryon brought her black-booted long legs up, bending her knees, and let her inner thighs slither their nyloned sleekness about the redhead's ears, letting Wash and Dave continue their tormenting teasing behind her knees and down into the covered crack of her ass.

Her breasts began to move of their own volition as they answered the close-mouthed questing questionings of the two whose naked cocks she held so hotly, and beneath Vinny's light weight she began to move restlessly as her nipples were nipped and chewed like succulent candy. The sight of the red-haired girl's hard small blue-white buttocks above her wide blue eyes stirred her to fresh sexual stimulation and she closed them, wishing to prolong and savor the mood and feeling…