Emerson Taylor: Three hot sisters

"Me too," Ann muttered thickly. "God, I can't wait any longer!"

They all sat down on Sue's bed at the same time, placing themselves in a sort of triangle so they could all look between each other's legs and watch their fingers at work. Young Lyn again felt a pang of envy when she looked between Sue's shapely thighs and saw the sparse covering of pubic hair.

The young girl desperately wanted to be a woman in the fullest sense and she lusted for the day when her own pussy would be as thickly furred as those in the books and magazines that Sue brought home hidden in her notebook.

Lyn and Ann masturbated by pressing two fingers alongside their clitorises; they knew that they could arouse themselves to the utmost simply by paying due attention to the flesh around those tingling cones of nervous energy.

Sue worked the tip of her middle finger into the rim of her cunt and swirled it around that throbbing aperture. She thrust her hips against her finger; the sudden increase in her arousal brought a low, whimpering moan to her lips.

Lyn and Ann worked harder at their own pussies, eager to finish before Sue. The sight of her finger working in and out of her cunt, growing progressively brighter and wetter with her pussy juice, stimulated them, and before long they were jerking about on the bed, grunting and sobbing ecstatically as they masturbated themselves into a frenzy of excited joy. Even young Lyn, barely old enough to menstruate, felt powerful jolts of pleasure swelling out from her clitoris. The trio heaved and sobbed until they had soothed the fierce, raging hungers which had inflamed their loins, then they sat back and relaxed.

"I wonder why she has to have a boy friend?" Ann wondered, voicing the question which plagued them all.

They all loved their father, a tall, burly man of about forty-four who could tease them out of any sort of depression; a fun-loving man who paid a great deal of attention to his three daughters, Harry Barden had always been a good father and husband. They had not been aware of any marital difficulties between him and their mother, whom they also deeply loved; indeed, they had more than once, within the last month, heard those same shuddering cries of animal delight issue from their parents' bedroom when they knew that their parents were fucking.

Lyn and Ann naturally looked to Sue for an answer, and she struggled to find a way of explaining their mother's infidelity. Finally the girl muttered that perhaps their mother was not getting enough prick from their father; she had read enough to have a vague idea that a man's sexual desire started tapering off at some stage of his life – she did not know when – and she told her sisters that this was probably what was happening between them. None of them could have mistaken the sound of delighted joy with which their mother had greeted Lew's prick as it plunged in and out of her cunt, so they knew that her own desire was still as strong as ever.

Lyn voiced a desire that their discovery did not mean they had uncovered a serious breach in their parents' marriage; none of them wanted to have to live through a divorce. Several of their friends had gone trough that and, by all accounts, the experience was to be avoided at all costs.

"Maybe we can help some way," Lyn eagerly suggested, only to draw a scornful look from Sue and a question as to how they might render assistance. Lyn shrugged.

They got off Sue's bed after a moment and began putting on their halters and shorts, and Sue put the magazine back in its hiding place. By the time their mother had returned from her shopping expedition, the girls had lost every sign of their sexual excitement and appeared to be a quite normal group of adolescents.

The girls had discovered their mother in bed with Lew on a Wednesday afternoon. By Friday, when they had all put their active little minds to ways of assisting their mother and finding none, they were at a loss about what to do. They never even considered mentioning the matter to their father.

Thus, they were ready to try anything, no matter how desperate, when Ann came bursting into the bedroom late that Friday afternoon in a highly excited state.

She announced that she had just overheard her mother on the telephone making a date for the following day with Lew. No, she said in response to their questions, she could not be certain that the man was Lew – her mother had not used his name, but who else could it be? – but he was definitely coming to their house at about noon tomorrow. Her mother had sounded reluctant and, at the same time, eager; it was as though she hated giving in to her body's insistent demands but knew that she could not resist them.

"She told him he was a real bastard to keep wanting to fuck her," Ann said, her face flushed with excitement, "but she said she just couldn't keep from saying yew to him – she loved his cock so much she couldn't ever turn it down!"

Sue felt a glow of pride sweeping over her body as she heard that; evidently her guess – and it had been no more than a wild guess – about her mother's motivation in opening her thighs to the man had been pretty accurate. Ann went on to say that Lew would be expected at around noon tomorrow. Sue and Lyn nodded at that: their father had already told them he would be spending the day in Eastwood on business, and all three of them had already agreed on a swimming party down at the public pool in the park.

Sue thought for a moment and then leaned forward to explain the plan which materialized in her inventive mind.

Lyn would be the key figure, she said; at about eleven-fifteen tomorrow she would develop one of her famous "sick spells" and make a good enough performance of it to ensure that Mrs. Gowan, chaperoning the party, would rush her to a hospital and call her mother. That would get Stella out of the house well before Lew arrived, they were sure, and at that moment Sue and Ann, waiting outside, would enter the house and be waiting for Lew when he arrived.

"Shit! I'll be down there puking my guts out and you two'll be back here getting it on with that big-dicked bastard!" the young girl muttered disgustedly. "You'll both let him have your cherries, I know you will!"

There was no other solution for it, Sue told her, and Lyn could not deny the logic of her sister's argument. Sue was not sure exactly how giving themselves to Lew would help to salvage their mother's marriage, but she suspected he might start diverting his attentions to them rather than to their mother. If so, it would be well worth the sacrifice, she reasoned, and certainly it would be a fine way for them to be introduced to lovemaking – if Lew could make their mother gasp and cry out in such ecstasy, then surely he must be a master of fucking, the girl pointed out, and thus they would all benefit.

"You'll get left out this time," she admitted to Lyn, who glowered sullenly, "but well get him worked around so that he'll be ready to fuck you too, and then he'll have all three of us to work on. We'll get that cock of his so fucking limp he'll never be able to get it up Mom again!"

The plan worked out almost exactly as Sue had sketched it. She and Ann detached themselves from the crowd at the swimming pool and slipped away with ease, arriving outside their house at eleven. They crouched in a thicket opposite the driveway and waited. Within a few minutes they saw their mother dash out of the house, obviously distraught, and get into her car and drive off at a fast clip.

Sue nudged her sister, smiled in triumph, and then led her into the house, which had been left open. They were still wearing their swimsuits. Each girl had put on a two-piece outfit that morning, displaying themselves most effectively to Lew when he arrived, and even young Ann looked quite beguiling in her outfit. Her breasts had just enough swell to make the bra cups round out nicely, though she did not have that exciting cleavage between her breasts which made Sue's figure so attractive to men.