Norma Egan - The sister keeper

Watching all this, while Kip's tongue worked deliciously in her cunt, Jennifer felt it was all unreal. It couldn't be happening, not to her, not to anyone! Eight naked human beings, loudly and greedily eating each other on a public beach, like so many dogs feasting on meat, oblivious of all rules of decency and modesty – no, she could not really be part of this! It was only a week ago, after all, that bet prim aunt had seen her off in London with a final admonition to stay away from men. They were filthy-minded creatures, her aunt warned, who wanted only one thing from a woman. At the time, Jennifer had tended to agree with her. But how much she had learned since then! Far from just wanting a quick fuck, a swift release, men knew a thousand different ways to enjoy a woman's body and to make her enjoy theirs. Jennifer felt bewildered, very much uncertain of what was the right thing to do.

Kip was crawling up over her, wiping her cream from his mouth before he kissed her. "Feeling better now?" he whispered.

"Ummmm," Jennifer replied vaguely, smiling and curling her arms around his neck. No purpose would be served by telling him her doubts, nothing gained by hurting him. She would play along, get it over with. She wrapped her legs around his slim ass, pumped it, making his steel-hard cock nudge her vulva, in an ancient female signal that required no words.

He licked her neck, then whispered in a husky, excited voice, "You want it now?"

"Ummm," she repeated, pumping his hips again. His oozing glans raked over her labia and snuggled into the indented mouth of her creamy cunt.

"You're a sweet kid," he whispered. He kissed her, forcing his tongue far into her mouth, and at the same time, in a twin motion, his stiff, long cock eased gently into her. She held her breath during the whole delicious penetration, feeling his fat meat stuffing, stretching, and crawling the length of her narrow cunt, till it nudged her womb.

"Good?" he sighed. "Is that good?"

"Ahhhh!" Jennifer moaned, much more sincerely this time. It did feel good, very good. Her legs were still wrapped around his ass, putting her in control of their motions, and she squeezed and pumped him to show how she wanted him to fuck her, in long, slow, easy thrusts. He grunted acknowledgment, too exhausted to speak, and she let her legs fall to the blanket. Kip took over, serving her just as obediently and skillfully as he did Laura. Jennifer thought wildly, crazily, that she was being fucked by a cock that had been into the famous actress, that had filled her cunt many times. It gave her an odd feeling, seemed somehow to make them sisters. I'm being fucked by Laura Langley's stud, she thought – and giggled.

"What?" Kip raised his head and grinned at her. "Nothing." She grinned back, then deliberately tightened her cunt muscles around his deep thrusting cock. His eyes rolled, he moaned and buried his face in her hair. Come on, stud, she thought, get it over with. I have to get out of here, out of this insane dream.

She looked around and saw that the others were watching them with glazed, hungry eyes. Well, they must look good together, she supposed. They had the best bodies of the group, they seemed to melt into each other perfectly. She didn't care if they watched now; she was beyond that. She returned their looks blandly, lazily. Harold Witherspoon was the first to become overexcited. With a snort of horniness, he threw Bonnie onto her back, scrambled between her plump white legs and lifted them up to rest on his shoulders. In this position her thighs were spread widely apart, her slit stretched and opened to his eyes. He looked, grinned, gave her clit a little tweak, then poked his small, stiff cock into her cunt.

"Oooo!" squealed Bonnie as he penetrated her. "You said it was a little one, but it feels mighty big and nice to me!"

"Oh, it's little, all right," grinned Witherspoon. "But it's a great little actor! And your cunt is superb, my dear! Snug, hot, juicy, and, I see, very muscular! Shall I compose a poem about your cunt? Let me see…"

"Harold!" Bonnie squeaked impatiently. "Will you stop talkin' and move it?"

He looked tempted to say more, but then he began pumping his hard, little cock in and out very fast and noisily, watching the action with pride. Bonnie squealed, shrieked, and bucked her hips in time to his strokes.

Meanwhile Laura had become equally impatient with watching. Roughly, she pushed Jack down on his back, straddled his belly, and rammed her soaked cunt down on his straight-standing, long, thin prick, tightening her vaginal muscles and swiftly sucking it all the way into her. She was in a very aggressive mood, pumping her heavy ass up and down, taking the male role and doing all the work, while Jack lay flushed and gasping beneath her, somewhat overwhelmed by her violence.

"Hey, sugar!" he gasped. "I'm supposed to be fuckin' you!"

"Silence!" snarled Laura. "You're my slave, I'll do what I want with you! And right now I'm going to fuck you till you howl!"

Jack shrugged. "Takes all kinds, I guess. Go ahead, honey, do it your way." He folded his arms behind his head and lay there watching her and grinning, his eyes moving over her, from her big, brawn, furry snatch to her wildly bouncing tits to her lovely face which was contorted in ecstasy. "My, my!" he sighed; "This is service! Bonnie, how come you never do me like this?"

"Oh, honey, I can't talk now!" gasped Bonnie. "I – oh, oh, ohhh!" She gave up the effort to speak and lay back blissfully, her plump cheeks red, her cuddly body quivering and shaking as Harold furiously balled her.

Jennifer found the antics of the two couples wickedly amusing, but she could not smile at her brother and Ouida. They made, a beautiful pair, inspiring admiration rather than amusement. Stretched out fully, on their blanket, Ouida on top, they were moving together with the sensual grace of a serpent, slowly writhing, coiling and uncoiling, her slender black body contrasting handsomely with his blond and tan features. Occasionally Ouida arched her belly upward, and then Jennifer could see the mammoth length and thickness of Jonathan's pale, white penis as it dipped into Ouida's cunt and slowly eased out again, gleaming with her cream. Their voices were husky and low, and Jennifer could catch only a few words.

"Lover…" breathed Ouida, "… so good and big… God, it's fat… long…"

"More?" panted Jonathan. "Deeper…"

She nodded frantically. His hips slammed upward, and Ouida wailed loudly, then bared her flashing white teeth and began to nibble his neck. Jonathan wrapped his legs around hers, locking her against him, trapping his cock very deep in her belly, and she wailed again. Jennifer, for reasons she did not understand, found herself powerfully aroused by watching Ouida and Jonathan. The other couples were only amusing, but this sinuous entanglement of black and white bodies, the low, husky, erotic talk, and the way the proud Ouida utterly surrendered her delicate body to the force and size of Jonathan's mammoth cock – all of it made Jennifer flush with list, made her cunt tighten and cream hotly.

Kip assumed the gripping and creaming were in response to his fucking, and he moaned gratefully and thrust even deeper into her. The sharp advance of his fat prick brought Jennifer back to her own scene and made her aware of how really good he was at his job. With each stuffing thrust of his cock, he managed to rub the hard shaft over her pulpy labia and raw clit, wringing delicious jolts of sensation from them before gliding on into her wet, receptive cunt. Even the hairy tickle of his balls against her thighs pleased her, and she suddenly wanted them to be slapping crazily against her ass, as would happen if she opened her legs wider, raised herself to him, and urged him to fuck her faster. Her thought somehow communicated itself to Kip as she started to spread her legs. He jammed his hands under her ass, lifted and spread her, and speeded the force and pace of his probing cock. Jennifer moaned delightedly.