Frank Seymour: Sensual Family Nights

"Oh, Christ!" She tore her face from Liz's crotch, reared up, belly arching down to weigh the youngster, ass grinding against Liz's face. She felt the churning within her body that meant her seed was boiling again, was once more preparing to spill out.

"Suck me, baby! Don't stop! Suck me, Liz!"

Liz read the urgency in Janet's cry even though she did not understand exactly what was happening. She buried her face m Janet's cunt until she could no longer breathe, knew only the heat of the older girl's cunt enfolding her, capturing her, keeping her sex slave and prisoner forever. She sucked eagerly, hungrily, using all of the strength of her lungs to pull her sister's cunt inside out, teeth digging now into the soft wails of the passage, capturing the cut and biting sharply until the older girl saw red pain through the haze of her body's arousal. Liz sucked as Janet fucked against her. face, until it seemed as though her tongue were being torn from its roots, as though she could taste her sister's body, flesh, cunt, all of the way down into her stomach…

"Ohhhhhh, yes! Keep going, Liz! Suck my pussy, make me cum! Yeahhhhhh! Fuck! Damn fuck! I feel it, I feel it! It's gonna cum! I'm gonna cum! Ohhhhhh aggghhhhhh!"

It was happening. There was nothing she could do to stop it. Her body had responded for the first time to Darryl's driving prick, but now it was answering again the needs of her cunt. The juices generated, rose, overflowed their natural receptacle to spill out-into Liz, flooding her face, fifing her mouth and her nose and her ears. The young girl choked, tried to turn away, but she was still captive of her sister's legs, and could not escape. She could do nothing but take it, accept it, drink what spilled into her mouth.

"I'm cumming!" cried Janet. "Oh, God help me! Suck Liz! Suck me, suck me! I'm Cumminnnnnngggggg! Ohhhhhh!"

She slammed her pelvis down against the younger girl, held there for a long moment as everything in her gut suddenly ran out, spilling over the bed to wet Liz, and mark her with the stink of womanhood. The younger girl could not breathe. She felt her life being cut off; a blackness filled with shooting green and purple stars came over her eyes. Her hands pushed up at Janet's hips, trying to free herself, but the older girl was oblivious, knew only the needs of her own body. She flooded her sister with her juices, gasping and sighing at the tremendous relief, ignoring the spasms of pain.

"Ahhhhhhhhh, God! Fuck me! Oh,fuck me! That's Beautiful, That's Heaven! OHhhhhh!"

The flood slowed, eased, stopped. There was only the remaining pockets of trapped juice to ooze slowly over the roughened skin. Her hips unlocked, and let Liz free as she fell forward, rolling from the younger girl.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!" Her asshole puckered. "Oh, God! What a feeling! That was better than Darryl's cock in me! Oh, my God, I'm melted!"

Liz was crying. "You hurt me! I couldn't breathe!"

Instantly Janet was solicitous, and pulled herself around to take the younger girl's face between her hands.

"Oh, honey! I'm sorry, Liz! I'm sorry!"

"You hurt me!"

She captured the girl in her arms, pulled her tight against her chest, her tits crushing beneath the pressure. Liz's face was between her breasts, the tears rolling free as the child continued to sob. Janet patted her back, rubbed her arm as though she could rub away the ache.

"I didn't mean to hurt you, Liz! I couldn't help it-I never felt so wild in my life! You sucked me so nicely, you made me cum!"

"Please don't hurt me like that again."

"I won't, I promise. Next time I'll let you be on top, you can hold my head between your legs."

"Next time? You want to do it again?"

"Didn't it feel good? Except for the last part, when I got carried away?"

Liz snuffled a tear away from her nose, and rubbed her eye. The tears had stopped, and now she could no longer remember the terrible ache. But the pleasure was still there in her memory, the feeling of Janet sucking hard against her pussy-of Janet's cunt sucking against her lips.

"It did feel good," she said. "Lots better than just rubbing off. Is that what fucking is like, too?"

"Oh, no!" Janet laughed. "Fucking is something else again-something ever so much better! The two aren't at all alike, except that they both made me cum! I promise I'll suck you again whenever you want-but right now we gotta get moving! Papa will be home in another hour, and I've got to start supper!"

Liz giggled. "You better wash your face first-and the rest of you, too. Or he'll know that you've been up to something you shouldn't."

She sighed as Janet got off the bed, rubbing between her legs again. She was so wet down there! And it had felt good. She could hardly wait for her sister to suck her again.

Dan Sanborne stood at the rear window of his office, peering through the venetian blinds at the girl who had just popped out of the Woolworth's on the far side of the parking lot. It was five o'clock-you could set your watch by those kids. His lips pursed appreciatively in a silent whistle as the girl hurried across the lot, coming toward him-coming toward the fancy decorated van parked in the cul-de-sac that was almost hidden by the trash containers for the supermarket two doors down. Only Dan's window gave-a clear view of that parking space.

The girl was blonde, with long straight hair caught back in a garish plastic butterfly. Her skirt came almost to her knees, but her ass was well-rounded, wiggling with each hurried step, her grapefruit-size tits bouncing braless in her blouse. It was a wonder Woolworth's let her work that way-the old lady customers must be royally insulted at the sight of the firm young titties bouncing before their eyes as their purchases were rung up.

The back door of the van popped open, the boy watching from the inside. For a minute Dan could see straight into the interior, see the waterbed that took up most of the floor space.

Christ! The goddam kid was bareass naked! For an instant he could see the straight, lithe limbs of the boy, saw the cock hanging down from the nest of curly pubic hair between his legs. His balls hung low, big eggs, but the meat was even longer. Jesus, is that the way kids were built today? The kid must have seven inches or more soft-what the hell was it like hard?

The door of the van closed, and a minute later the bouncing began, just like it did every day at this time. How old were the kids, anyway? The girl didn't look to be more than fourteen or fifteen, although those tits would be the envy of most full-grown women. The boy might be seventeen or eighteen-whatever, he was able to be here every day to meet his girl at quitting time. A fast and furious fuck in the back of the van, and then home in time for supper-a very neat arrangement indeed.

For a minute longer Dan watched the van quivering on its springs, conscious of the ache in his own groin. He reached down to rub himself, sharply envious of the boy-Christ, but he wanted to bury his cock in some sweet pussy!

No-he didn't want just any old pussy. He wanted Trish. His wife. Her and her damnable idea that maybe splitting up for the summer would let them find out why they fought so much. It was dumb, he should never have let her talk him into going along. But, she had been gone for over a week now, taking the boys to the beach house for the summer, leaving him with the girls at home.

He wanted Trish-he loved her. So they fought-so what? They always made up after, and the fucking was even sweeter then, the pleasure even greater as each tried to give the other the most of that was in them.

Shit! His cock was hard, sticking out against his pants. He couldn't resist touching himself, rubbing it.

Maybe a quick jerk-off would ease the goddamn pain he was feeling now…