pr-3037 kiss it, sis (fred ward) 1976

by Fred Ward (mobi)

  "Ah, Sis, that's great!" he sighed again. He wondered vaguely if she would go ahead and suck him off. Sue Robin always managed to spice their excitement with a little uncertainty. He never knew exactly what she would do next. But it was always wonderful. He slid his fingers around her ear and gently poked his little finger inside. He knew she liked that, especially when she started getting hot herself.

  With long deep strokes she went all the way down until her lips almost reached the base of his thick shaft. Nearly as acutely tuned to his feelings as he was himself, she felt the first throbs that signaled he was about to come. Bobby Lee relaxed, content to blast his load into her warm moist mouth, but suddenly she slid off him and rinsed her head. At the same time she clamped her fingers expertly around the rim of his cockhead, her thumb jammed firmly against the cord under the flange.

  "Hold it, buddy," she chuckled. "I want some of that action."

  As soon as the throbs subsided, she released his cock and sprang to her feet. In a second she had stripped off her shorts and was straddling his hips.

  "Nobody's going to miss out tonight," she panted, seizing his cock again and stroking the head along the slot of her cuntlips. She felt the moisture of her cunt anointing the satiny knob which was already wet with her saliva. Spreading her outer lips with her left hand, she guided the tip of his cockhead upward until it stroked lightly across her clit, and a spasm shook her graceful body as the sensitive little nub sparked its sensations up through her belly.

  "Oh, baby, that's good! How long has it been, Buz honey?"

  His only reply was a groan of deep delight. Sue Robin was on top of the situation in more ways than one, and he was content to let her take charge. She had never failed him yet.

  She titillated her rampant little clit for a few moments more with his cockhead, until she felt herself thoroughly juicy.

  "Now!" she gasped. "Now, honey!" With her weight on her knees, she posed her arched-back body over him while she centered his rod tight against the slippery inner lips of her pussy. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" she sighed as she sank down, feeling the broad head wedge the walls of her eager cunt apart. Down to the very base of his shaft she went, until her asscheeks rested on his thighs.

  She sat motionless, getting her breath again. Reaching behind her, she felt for his come-filled balls and softly massaged them between her smooth fingers.

  "You've got a beautiful dick, Buz," she said. "A beautiful dick." Tightening her asshole, she made her inner muscles squeeze the entrapped pole like a hand squeezing a cow's tit. Sue Robin was a well-read girl and she had a healthy curiosity about everything, especially sex. So when she'd read a girl friend's book in high school about the "magic muscles" in a woman's vagina, she immediately set to work developing her own vaginal muscles.

  Now she clamped and relaxed the velvety sheathed bands in her love-tunnel, and Bobby Lee groaned in ecstasy. If only Mary Beth would learn some tricks like that, he thought. Her pussy had been tight enough, but completely immobile, like the rest of her unresponding body. But the delicious massaging he was getting now washed away that other unpleasant memory.

  "I'm gonna ride your ol' love-muscle to a fare-thee-well, Buz," Sue Robin warned, and suiting action to words, she rose up slowly, tensing her strong leg muscles.

  As she rode back down, still slowly, her well-lubricated cunt made a slushing sound around the piston filling her snug passage.

  "Oh, that's so good, so goooooooooood!" she gasped, pulling aside her unbuttoned shirt and squeezing her firm boobs.

  Bobby Lee squirmed his hips, trying to match the slow rhythm she was establishing with her rising and descending buttocks. Reaching forward, he caressed the inside of her spread thighs, then slid his fingers into the upper crevice of her pussy to stimulate her clit. He found the rubbery protuberance easily from long practice, and lightly massaged it with his fingertip. He knew that Sue Robin liked a gentle rocking of her little man in the boat. Too much pressure, and it turned her off. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh, Buz, that feel perfect!" She arched her head back, facing up at the night sky, and little cries of passionate joy rippled through her tense throat. Releasing her tit, she ran her hand through her hair.

  "So hard!" she groaned. "You're so hard!" Her movements became more rapid, more violent, and soon she was plunging her ass down hard, but the shock was excitingly cushioned by the pneumatic padding of her asscheeks.

  "I can't -- hold -- it -- much -- longer!" Bobby Lee stammered, thrusting his hips upward to meet her downward lunges.

  "Let it go! Let it go!" she sang out. "Oh, let it go!" Her movements became a wild gallop as she slammed herself up and down on his swollen cock, jerking to the first tremors of her climax.

  "I'm coming, honey, oh I'm coming, coming, coming!" A series of little yelps broke from her gaping mouth, and her head whipped back and forth, whirling her hair out in long swirls.

  All his pent-up frustration seemed to blast out with his sperm as Bobby Lee turned loose his load inside his sister's hot cunt. Burst after burst erupted through his aching rod and her body quivered with each change.

  Abruptly she shot her legs out straight behind and fell flat on his body, to gasp out the rest of her climax. Her hot breath funneled into the hollow of his neck and shoulder, and he felt her heart pounding through her shock-absorbing tits which pressed resiliently against his broad chest.

  As his breath slowed back to normal, he reached down along her hips and up to caress her plumply curved asscheeks. She lay quietly, breathing deeply as his hand dipped into the crevice between the two mounds of warm flesh, sliding easily in the valley which was lubricated by her love-juice and his overflowing sperm. She was so exhausted that she barely quivered when his fingertip poked mischievously into her tightly puckered but juice-filled asshole.

  "That's one we haven't tried yet, Sis," he said. "Not now," she said languidly. "I can't take any more now. Some other time."

  CHAPTER TWO

  Sue Robin sat in the living room of the new cottage, watching her sister-in-law arrange some late-blooming flowers in a vase.

  "Bobby Lee's gone to Atlanta on business," said Mary Beth, her huge brown eyes carefully avoiding those of Sue Robin. "He said he might be gone a week."

  Sue Robin knew that already. At breakfast that morning her father had rubbed his balding head impatiently and rumbled, "I be dawged if I can figure that boy out. Hell's bells! With a brand-new wife like his'n at home, I'd be right there Johnny on the spot, not traipsin' off to Atlanta. Business can wait a few days. But he acted like he wanted to get away. More coffee, Clarinda!" he bellowed over his shoulder toward the kitchen.

  An ancient black woman, as dried-up as Aunt Minerva, came out of the kitchen with an old-fashioned coffee pot in her hand. "Watch your manners, boy!" she snapped at the big man. "I'll take an' wrap this heah coffee pot around your head."

  "Yes'm, Aunt Clarinda," he said meekly. "I'm just upset about Bobby Lee."

  "Ain't nobody axed me to work out no problem," she grumbled. Her dark eyes seemed to blaze yellow as she flashed a look at Aunt Minerva.

  They took like sisters, Sue Robin reflected as she watched the significant looks pass between the two old ladies. One's white and one's black, but that's the only difference. She sometimes had the feeling that both of them were relics from Civil War days, so ancient they seemed, as if still living in another world. She knew that people around Maxwell feared Aunt Clarinda. The blacks called her a "root-worker" and a "conjure-woman"; the whites called her an old witch. But nobody gave her any trouble.

  The comments at breakfast had impelled Sue Robin to drop in on Mary Beth and see if she could do something toward working out her twin brother's problem.

  "Would you like some coffee, Sue Robin?" The brunette looked at her, and Sue Robin detected signs of strain in her smooth features.

  "I'd like that, Mary Beth. Say, that's a sexy pair of shorts you're wearing."

  Mary Beth's eyes flashed and a coquettish smile dimpled her cheeks. As she left the room t
o go for the coffee, her buttocks swayed enticingly.

  I don't believe it, Sue Robin told herself. She had known Mary Beth since the beginning of high school days when the gorgeous brunette had first moved to town. When Sue Robin's long rangy body was just developing a woman's curves, Mary Beth was already a lush, fully developed woman, a teenage Venus. And that flirty manner, designed to turn a man on, any man! Hell, thought the blonde, it's a programmed reflex. She does it as automatically as I blink my eyes. Then how can she be frigid? Take it slow, baby, she warned herself. Buz's happiness is at stake. Don't blow it.

  "I had to take off my bra," Mary Beth said when she finally came back with a tray bearing two cups of coffee. "It's too tight." Her melon boobs thrust hugely against the knit tennis shirt she was wearing, swaying rhythmically as she walked across the room to her sister-in-law.

  "You've really got a pair," Sue Robin said taking one of the coffee cups. With no trace of self-consciousness, she placed her free hand beneath one of her own beautifully contoured tits and hefted it gently.

  Mary Beth frowned slightly, but the compliment overcame her inhibitions. "I've always had these big things," she said, half-complaining, but half-proudly.

  Sue Robin sipped her coffee and candidly scrutinized the other, taking in more closely the voluptuously curved hips and the full round thighs, lightly tanned against the white of her brief shorts. Was that sensual look on her face a mask? An accident? Surely the girl knew she had it. It even gave Sue Robin a thrill, and girls had never been her thing, not even at slumber parties.

  "How's my big brother treating you, Mary Beth?"

  The look of strain was evident for a moment, but the brunettes quickly forced a bright smile. Her eyes flashed suggestively as she said, "Couldn't be better."

  "He's a healthy one, all right," Sue Robin said. "But I reckon you're a match for him." She laughed intimately as if they were sharing women's secrets.

  "Yeah." Mary Beth's laugh was dry. "I just wish men had something else on their minds."

  Now that that's in the open, maybe we can get somewhere, Sue Robin thought. Putting her cup down on the coffee table, she turned an innocent expression toward her sister-in-law. "Why, they do, honey. They do. They have jobs; they work hard, and they're involved in politics and all that stuff. And they like sports. But they're human beings. They like sex. It's only natural. We all do."

  "Boys and men have always pestered me, just for one thing."

  Sue Robin laughed easily. "No wonder. You're lucky enough to have a beautiful sexy body, and a face to match it. Think of all the women that're eating their hearts out, just wishing they had half of what you've got. Enjoy it, honey."

  Unconvinced, Mary Beth gave a little shudder of distaste. Suddenly she groaned and gripped her shoulder.

  "What's the matter?" Sue Robin got up and went to her.

  "It's this cramp in my shoulder. It's just started recently."

  No wonder, Sue Robin thought. You're tensed up, baby, fighting your nature.

  "Let me massage it," she said, leaning over the seated woman. "I was a nurse's aide, remember?" She ran her fingers lightly along the other's shoulder. "Here. Lie down on the couch on your tummy. I can relax that."

  Obediently Mary Beth stretched out on the long couch, face down, and Sue Robin sat on the edge.

  "Just relax now," she crooned, and began to massage her sister-in-law's neck, then downward, pressing outward from her spine across her shoulderblades. She felt the tautness in the muscles around Mary Beth's neck. Baby, you're really strung out, she thought. With skilled hands she kept rubbing the woman's back and neck, gradually digging her fingers deeper into the smooth flesh.

  "Ah, that feels better already," Mary Beth sighed.

  Sue Robin laughed. "It's better when a man does it for you. In training, we had to practice on each other, and some of the interns used to show us how. They really got a charge out of it."

  "They would," Mary Beth sniffed, but she didn't sound so convinced now.

  "Let me slip this shirt off," Sue Robin said casually. "It's in the way."

  Obligingly the brunette raised up enough for the other to strip the knit shirt over her head. Like her legs, her back was tanned from swimming and loafing on the beach, all except a white strip where her bikini strap crossed it.

  Sue Robin increased the scope of her massaging hands, from the nape of the neck down to the waistband of the shorts, and farther to the sides until her fingers stroked the curve of Mary Beth's partly flattened boobs.

  "I never felt anything so good in my life," she moaned contentedly. "You're a real expert, honey."

  Sue Robin smiled, and dug a little deeper into the small of her back.

  "Ah! There! There! That's the worst place of all."

  "That's right," Sue Robin agreed. "Those low-back nerves get all knotted up. Let's slip these shorts off, Mary Beth, so I can really work on your back."

  Half-hypnotized by the comforting massage, the brunette allowed Sue Robin to reach under her tummy and unsnap her shorts. In a moment they were stripped down over her feet and dropped on the carpet.

  With the heel of her hand, Sue Robin worked at the very base of Mary Beth's spine, and the woman groaned with pleasure. "Wonderful," she sighed. "Absolutely wonderful."

  Sue Robin stared at the burnt-orange bikini panties, so transparent she could see right through them to the long narrow valley where the two exciting rounded cheeks came together. She felt a flush of heat rising with herself as her eyes roved over the luxuriant body virtually naked, stretched out beneath her hands. Though Mary Beth was considerably shorter than she was, her hips were as wide and as richly curved, matching her opulent boobs.

  "Might as well get your legs too," she said with studied indifference. Shifting her seat farther along the edge of the couch, she began kneading the back of Mary Beth's thighs. The brunette's groans of pleasure now became a constant purring of delight as the probing fingers and caressing palms roamed up and down her legs from her knees to the very juncture of her thighs.

  What a waste, Sue Robin thought. All this gorgeous body and nothing happens in it. She slid her fingers higher inside the thighs, stroking more lightly as the flesh became more satiny, more humid, the closer she worked toward Mary Beth's cunt. Through the transparent panties she could see the bottom of the curly cluster of dark-brown hair.

  "Does that feel good, honey?" she asked softly.

  "Mmmmmmmmm," the brunette purred, and spread her legs a little farther apart. The movement somehow left her buttocks tilted a bit higher.

  A fine bead of perspiration formed on Sue Robin's forehead as she continued to rub the fine flesh, barely pretending to really massage any longer.

  "Roll over, Mary Beth, and I'll get those leg muscles on top," she said, her voice coming huskily through her dry throat.

  Completely succumbed to the pleasure of the massage, the woman rolled over, and Sue Robin blinked her eyes at the wealth of loveliness exposed as Mary Beth lay on her back, her legs spread as far apart as the couch would allow. Her eyes were closed, but her lips were partly languorously. The light tan of her body emphasized the whiteness of her tits, swelling up like ripe melons and tipped with swollen purplish nipples.

  Damn! Sue Robin thought, staring in fascination. Doesn't she know they're hard? She forced herself to begin kneading the taps of the supine woman's thighs.

  "Ah, that's so good, Sue Robin," Mary Beth smiled without opening her eyes. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" Her tongue tip licked slowly across her lips as if she were tasting an ice-cream cone.

  "Let's get those neck muscles from this side," Sue Robin muttered huskily. Leaning forward until her face was practically against those quivering tits, she pressed her fingers into the muscles of Mary Beth's neck and out along her shoulders. She noticed that her sister-in-law's breath was shallower now and more rapid, and a faint flush of pinkness seemed to follow her fingers as they manipulated and probed lower along her shoulders and neck.

  Sue Robin moved
her hands slowly downward across the padded breastbone. "I'll bet you haven't had your check-up for breast lumps lately, have you, honey?"

  A murmur came from the other's throat, and Sue Robin interpreted it as assent. Her own breath came more rapidly as she slid her hands across the spongy mounds and began probing them delicately all over. In a few moments her expert probing was over, but she continued to slowly massage with her palms while she let her fingertips lightly caress the nipples, swollen now until they were as large as her thumb tips.

  Mary Beth kept her eyes closed, but her slack lips widened in an appreciative smile. Sue Robin was sitting with her hip touching the other's, and she felt the slow squirming of Mary Beth's ass against the couch. Yeah, it was getting to her, all right. So the frigid woman wasn't so frigid after all; she just had some sort of hang-up.

  Boldly now, she released the big globes she was squeezing and ran her hands down across the other's waist and belly to reach inside her thigh and begin kneading it. With one hand on the upper and outer part of the thigh, she squeezed and massaged the inner side with her other hand, reaching right up to the crotch as Mary Beth willingly moved her other leg farther away. As she squeezed the warm flesh, Sue Robin let her knuckles brush across the now vulnerable lips of Mary Beth's pussy. The gossamer material of the panties did little to reduce the sensation, and the brunette's purring became punctuated with soft gasps of pleasure.

  Sue Robin had to close her own eyes for a moment, to keep control of herself. The sight of the thick curly bush of cunt hair made her want to plunge her hand into it and titillate the other until she drove her up the wall. Then, by God, she'd never be cold to her new husband again. But she restrained herself, only letting her knuckles rub expertly along the nylon-covered pussylips.

  When she opened her eyes again, she saw a trickle of love-juice trailing down into the crack of Mary Beth's ass. She was sure she could go ahead now and peel off the panties, but some instinct made her wait. Leave her excited, she told herself. That way, she'll want you to come back and do it again. No fulfillment yet.