Girl Fag 17
"Why don't you guys use a tree or something?" I frowned at my brothers as they stood on opposite sides of the toilet bowl holding their dicks, but not pissing yet.
"Hurry up, dude!" Mark said.
"I can't while you're watching!" David chuckled.
"Well, look out, cause I can!" I moved between them and dropped the seat, sitting down before they could say anything. I began to pee with a loud rush of urine and it seemed that was all Mark needed to hear.
"Uh, I gotta go!" he bounced a little.
"Go in the bathtub," I said, laughing a little as he held his semi-hard cock a few inches from my left shoulder.
"No way! Spread your legs, sis!" he said, moving a little so he was in front of me.
"Wha…" but before I could ask he was aiming a hard stream of piss at the little opening between my thighs. I spread my legs quickly, but it didn't matter, Mark was peeing all over the swell of my sex and down to the top of my slit.
"Shit!" David gave a little groan and half stepped, half hopped to stand next to Mark, his own cock spraying pee across my tits at first and then lower, down my stomach and eventually on my pussy as well.
"You assholes!" I sat there staring up at my brothers who were giggling like little kids and aiming their cocks this way and that, deliberately covering me with piss from the tops of my thighs to my tummy.
"You're kinda hot like that, Ann," Mark said.
"This so weird!" David laughed.
I laughed too, despite my anger and disgust at what they were doing. I was pretty buzzed and for some reason getting pissed on wasn't such a big deal. It would just wash off, I told myself, besides it didn't really feel bad or anything. In fact it was warm, since the air felt so cool after getting out of the Jacuzzi.
My brothers had a lot of pee too, more than me anyway and we were all giggling, messing up their aim even more.
"Here, you guys are drunk," I reached up and took Mark's penis in my left hand and David's in my right, pointing them awkwardly where I thought they should point. That just got more pee on my boobs though and I shook my head, trying to clear it and improve my aim.
"You're drunk too!" Mark laughed. His cock was growing in my hand as the stream of urine slowed.
"You like it, huh?" David grinned. His cock was thickening as well and I found myself massaging their cocks slowly, rubbing my hand up and down over the silky smooth skin.
"That feels good," Mark sighed.
"No doubt," David agreed.
I giggled, remembering recent events. "I thought you guys weren't into incest?"
I leaned forward, giving Mark's cockhead a lick of my tongue. It was wet with piss, but I didn't care, it didn't taste like anything. He'd had so much beer that he was pissing water basically, and his penis was long and hard now, growing heavy in my small hand.
"Yeah…uh-huh…" Mark agreed, but I don't think he'd really understood me.
"I was just pissed because I didn't get any," David laughed and I took his cock into my mouth, sucking three inches between the tight round O of my lips and swirling my tongue around the smooth head. "Oh…Shit!"
"They shouldn't have done it…" Mark swallowed hard. "But uh…Maybe…"
I pulled David's cock from my mouth with a wet plop and went down on Mark's until the smooth glans banged into the back of my mouth. They were both well hung, like all of my brothers, with a good seven inches or so each. David's stuck straight out, more or less, while Mark's had a little bend in it, like a banana pointing down, and that made it nice. I swallowed and pushed my mouth down farther and it was like his big dick was made for my throat as he slid into it easily.
His balls pressed against my chin and I had my nose buried in his damp pubic hair. Mark smelled like chlorine and I thought I could taste it just a little Jacuzzi water, but probably not. The soft muscles in my throat rippled around his shaft while I held him there for a moment and then slowly backed off, leaving a long trail of spit dangling between us.
All the while I was still holding David tightly in my hand, stroking slowly and rubbing my thumb over the head. I rubbed down to the base and cupped his big hairy balls, loose in their sack and warm. I played with them blindly, concentrating on the cock buried in my throat, but it was all good for me.
"Do that for me, sis…Damn…" David was urging me with his hand on my head, guiding me gently but firmly to take his cock into my throat as I had his brother's.
I worked back and forth between them for a good 5 minutes, maybe longer, until my throat began to feel a little sore. I still wasn't really good at deep throating, but I was definitely learning quickly. I played with their heavy balls, comparing them with my hands as I sucked their cocks. I was wet with a lot more than piss between my legs by then, I could feel my pussy humming silently and my body flushed with excitement. Sherry was probably fucking Jane right then, I figured, while I sucked off my brothers. It was a strange, strange night, even by my confused standards.
"Like this…" I breathed, licking my lips and pulling my brothers' cocks together, pressing them skin to skin with my hands trying to wrap around the both of them.
"Hey, uh…" David started protesting, but he forgot all about it as I did my best to squeeze both of them into my cock hungry mouth at the same time.
"Oh man, that feels weird…" Mark laughed a little nervously maybe and glanced at David.
I just watched their faces and felt a rush of excitement fill my breasts. I worked my mouth over and around them, jerking their cocks together as if they were one. It was hot seeing those two hard erections just touching each other and I was seriously glad they were letting me do it.
Both of them were leaking precum like crazy and I rubbed it with my hand, smearing it across both of their cockheads and along the shafts. They were dark and glistening and pulsing in my hands and I wondered if I could make them cum together and how good that would be. I felt my clit aching for a touch and my nipples were itching like crazy.
"Play with my tits…" I breathed loudly. "…My nipples…Touch me…" And as I felt Mark take my left breast in his hand, and David reached down to fondle my right, I gave a little shiver of pleasure. This was boy sex, I thought, rubbing those two thick cocks together and sucking them. I was so queer!
"See? I told you she'd figure it out," Sherry was chuckling from behind my brothers, though I couldn't really see her or Jane, whom she must have been talking to. "I bet she'd love to get fucked right now."
I felt a little flush of embarrassment maybe, but not much. Whatever Sherry thought of me, I didn't care, and Jane would understand right? Or maybe there wasn't anything to understand, but my 14 year old brain just couldn't make that leap. I did feel more than a little like a hypocrite though, having sex with my brothers just an hour or two after I'd gotten pissed because they'd fucked Jane. There was something wrong with me, I decided, and that made me giggle a little as I slid my brother's cocks wetly across my face, licking and kissing underneath to their balls.
Jane had been saying something softly to her sister and Sherry laughed lightly. "Yeah, go get it," she said.
"Look at you guys!" Sherry slipped close to Mark, grabbing him a little and peering around his body to see what I was doing close up. "You guys should fuck her."
I was bent way over, with my head turned to the side and looking upward as much as I could, working my eager mouth around their balls. I tickled them with my tongue and pulled them gently between my lips, spitting them back out shiny with saliva and hungry for the next one.
"She doesn't like it…" David massaged my scalp with his fingers.
"I bet she's still a virgin…" Sherry said thoughtfully, dropping down to her knees so her face was close to mine as I went back to sucking my brothers' cocks. "You just need a good fuck, that'll sort everything out!" she giggled.
I was trying to squeeze both of their cocks into my mouth, but I could only get Mark's inside and David's just slid around my lips and cheek as I jerked them slowly in my hands.
"No…" I said, pulling my mouth away and taking a deep breath, "…I don't want it."
I was sort of annoyed at Sherry for intruding on my little fantasy like that, reminding me that I didn't really have a dick at all. I'd seriously forgotten that for a few minutes there.
Sherry leaned in, sliding her hand under David's and pulling my mouth to hers. She kissed me hard and deep while my brother's watched, laughing as I squeezed their rock hard cocks. I moaned into the girl's mouth as she worked her tongue over mine, making soft wet noises as she found my mouth filled with spit and precum.
"Come on, suck it some more!" Mark said, getting impatient. He was thrusting his pelvis slightly and David started doing the same thing, giggling as they moved like Siamese twins joined at the hips. Their cocks slid through my hands and poked against our faces as Sherry and I kissed.
When Sherry pulled away I felt dizzy and I panted with lust, wondering how she could make me feel so good with just a kiss. I really didn't want to like her, but I couldn't help it. All night long I'd been trying to be pissed and failing. I tried to imagine what it must have been like for Jane when Sherry had forced her to have sex that first time. It must have been kinda the same, but a hundred times worse too.
"I really want to see your brothers fuck you," Sherry was breathing hard too.
"No," I licked my lips.
"You could do them both at the same time," Sherry whispered. "One in your ass, one in your hot little pussy? That's the way I like it…Come on…Just try it for me. Please?"
"I can't," I told her, turning my face back to my brothers' hard cocks. "I'm a guy," I smiled and David shoved his cock between my lips with a soft groan.
"How about your ass, little boy?" Jane asked, her voice light and teasing. "Do you need a big hard cock in your ass?"
She was behind my brothers and just to the side, standing there with my strap-on around her hips, stroking it lewdly and grinning at me. Big as it was, that bathroom was definitely getting crowded, I thought with a muffled laugh.
"Here…get up a little…" Jane slipped forward, and reached down behind me, pulling at my hip so I'd get off the toilet finally. That was good too, because my legs were sorta falling asleep.
It was like piling into a telephone booth or something, and everyone was laughing and complaining as we got ourselves worked around so I could more or less stand with my legs spread, bending over to hold my brothers' cocks as they stood in front of me. Jane was behind me, rubbing something all over the dildo and then fingering my ass with cool slippery fingers.
"KY Jelly…" she grinned. "Never leave home without it!" and I gasped as she shoved a finger deep into my anus, twisting it around. "You've been fucked before, huh!" her tone reminded me of the Jane I knew from the library, and on the phone, cheerful and crude and full of mischief. "Bad boy!" she giggled.
"Yeah…" I moaned and took Mark between my lips, letting go of David's penis so I could deep throat him.
"Ready?" Jane had pulled her finger from my ass, now good and slippery. I felt my tummy churning with excitement, almost desperate to feel that big thick cock in my ass.
I was sucking Mark greedily, working him in and out of my mouth while he moved his hands down to hold my small firm breasts, squeezing them hard as he fucked my face. Jane rubbed the bulbous head of the dildo across the tight little pucker of my anus and began pushing it inside me, leaning her body into it as I braced myself, feeling my ass muscles forced rudely apart. It was a dull burning, but not so bad and I thanked God that she'd brought some of that KY stuff.
"Mmmphhh…" I was groaning loudly around Mark's dick and holding David's in my right hand, jerking him off while Jane worked her fake penis deeper and deeper into my ass. It was good like that, having three cocks at once and I switched between Mark and David every few seconds, sucking them for a few deep strokes, and then going to the other for more of the same.
Jane held my hips, finding a good rhythm and pulling me back to meet her thrusts. My ass was throbbing and there was some discomfort, but mostly it was incredible, feeling that thickness stretching me, and rubbing against the walls of my sex though the thin bit of flesh that separated them. It was almost like there was something in my pussy, but not quite, and that was good enough. I was being fucked good and hard by Jane and just that thought alone was enough to bring me to the edge of orgasm. With my brothers' cocks in my mouth and hands, it was inevitable, and I was sucking them like I was possessed, slobbering and moaning, rubbing their wet dicks all around me face as if I didn't even have the patience to suck them properly.
Mark and David had cum a couple times already that night and they were half-drunk as well, giving my two older brothers plenty of stamina. But this was an experience beyond anything they'd ever dreamt, I was sure. Mouth fucking their fourteen year old sister while another girl fucked her in the ass with a dildo. It wasn't long before first David and then Mark were warning us that they were about to cum. I was close too, my head spinning as my body seemed to throb with every deep stroke of Jane's cock. I was bouncing on my heels, rocking back to meet her, driving myself into a frenzy of sexual need. I had to cum, I wanted it more than anything, and it was so close!
I pulled Mark and David together again, pressing their cock flesh hard against one another and stroking them as one while I licked and kissed the heads. David groaned loudly, his hands on my head, clutching my mouth to their cocks as he erupted with a sudden hot jet of sperm into my open mouth. His cock spasmed quickly, and his cum was shooting hard when Mark started cumming as well. His seed splashed across my face, over my nose and cheeks before I could get my mouth over it, sucking greedily and savoring the taste and texture as it filled my mouth.
My own orgasm came a few seconds later, as I bathed in my brothers' juices, swallowing their semen and gasping for air. My ass tensed around Jane's cock, as if trying to keep her deep in my tight rectum. My sex burned and the walls of my pussy just seemed to collapse, as if seeking something to hold onto. My heart was pounding and my knees felt rubbery. Great waves of pleasure rolled over me and I shivered as I finally lost control, surrendering to my orgasm and holding onto my brothers' cocks like they were a lifeline. It was a glorious cum and somewhere in the middle of it Jane had slowed her hips, no longer pounding my ass, but working the dildo in and out of me with long deep strokes that felt wonderful and made it even better for me.
My brothers were panting and laughing, congratulating each other on their newest conquest. I casually sucked their cocks for a few minutes more, gathering the remains of their cum and swallowing it, until they decided to get more beer and relax in the hot tub.
"What about me?" Sherry looked at them petulantly. She'd been watching us, sitting on the edge of the bathtub and rubbing her sex.
"Don't worry baby, we'll make you feel good!" Mark pulled her arm, dragging her to her feet.
"Yeah, just give us a few minutes, eh?" David laughed and rubbed Sherry's firm round ass, slipping a finger between her cheeks. "Your ass is mine!"
Jane pulled the dildo out of my asshole with a funny clasping sensation as my stretched little sphincter snapped shut behind it. I straightened up slowly, still catching my breath and stretching with a comfortable groaning sigh.
"Do you want to take a bath?" Jane hugged me from behind, kissing my neck and her hands rubbed my stomach and breasts.
"Yeah," I nodded, turning around so I could kiss her. I still had cum on my face, but Jane didn't seem to mind.
A short time later we were in the bathtub. I'd locked the door and washed my dildo in the sink while Jane had filled the big tub, it was still filling even as we sat in the warm water. I was leaning back against the gently rounded porcelain curve with Jane between my spread legs. She had her back to my breasts and her head rested against my shoulder. I wrapped my left arm around her, hugging her while my right hand had slipped down between her thighs and I played with her pussy slowly, exploring the soft folds with my fingertips.
"Sherry really wanted me to break your cherry," Jane said softly.
I thought about that, realizing Jane could have done it if she'd wanted to, probably. It wasn't like I could have stopped her before she rammed nine inches of hard molded cock up my virgin pussy.
"Why didn't you?" I asked her, remembering how Jane had told me Sherry always gets what she wants.
"Why would I hurt you like that?" Jane seemed surprised at my question and I felt a little bad about it, but I wasn't sure why.
"I didn't mean it like that…" I protested softly, suddenly feeling a little unsure how I'd meant it.
Jane was quiet for a long time, two or three minutes at least, and so was I. "Why don't you believe me when I say I love you?" Jane asked me, her voice low and a bit shy, perhaps.
I shrugged helplessly. I'd sobered up a little, I thought, but this was all just too deep for my poor brain. Jane was 17, I reminded myself, feeling my own age like a weight around my neck. How much experience did those three years between us hold? What did she know that I didn't, I wondered, and realized it wasn't just her. Everyone was so much different than me. Not just in age, but in every way I could think of. I thought that Jane and Sherry, even my brothers sometimes, expected me to behave a certain way or something, to act like everyone else they knew. But I couldn't do that. I didn't even know who I was yet!
"I don't know what love is," I sighed and felt a little like crying. My fingers had stopped playing with Jane's pussy and now I just held her sex in my hand, cupping the soft flesh and hugging the girl against me.
"I can show you," Jane said, her voice firm like she was trying to convince both of us. "I'll be 18 in May and Sherry will be leaving after graduation, going to college. I'll tell my parents and…"
I wasn't sure what she was talking about. "What? Tell your parents what?"
"We can leave. I don't have to finish high school, we can go someplace. I'll tell my parents about us, about me being gay and in love, and we can go to Seattle or…"
I felt dizzy and all I could do was hold onto her. Jane wasn't making real plans, she was just dreaming now, imagining some perfect world where she could finally be free. I shushed her gently and kissed her, rubbing my fingers slowly over her small clitoris as she gradually forgot what she was saying and began kissing me back. I didn't understand her, and I thought I never would, but I did believe her when she told me she loved me. I think I even loved her too at that moment, making love to Jane and sharing her dreams.
You know, before I started having sex, I used to do lots of other stuff. I still did other stuff, I guess, but it didn't seem like it. I wondered if it was gonna be like this all the time from now on. I mean it sorta made sense, just thinking about sex all the time and doing it, since that was all anything else seemed to be about. Movies, magazines, TV shows, they were all about sex mostly, even if they weren't.
I remember once when I was real little, like six maybe, and Daddy was tucking me into bed like he always did. He'd make sure I brushed my teeth and said my prayers with Greg and Henry, cause they were little too, and then he'd give me a kiss goodnight. Just a little smack on the lips. But one night I told him I wanted a movie kiss, which to me was just a really long one, nothing more. I figured that would be fun cause everybody kissed like that in the movies, so how come me and Daddy didn't? He'd just laughed at me and rubbed my head a little, but he hadn't explained anything, and I was left to lie there in the dark wondering about movie kisses.
Now, eight years later, I knew what movie kisses were about. But still, nobody had really explained anything, and I was laying on the floor in front of a warm fire, wondering about movie kisses.
Jane was sleeping beside me, curled up under the sleeping bag we were using, unzipped completely and covering both of us, but her more than me. We'd shoved the furniture back a little more, tossed clothes and bags out of the way carelessly, and made ourselves a comfortable spot to spend the night. I was still warm and a little damp and sticky after we'd made love, Jane beneath me and impaled on my fake penis while we'd kissed long and hard. And after, laying there in the dark and just watching her fall asleep, I wondered if we'd really made love.
Making love. Everyone in the movies was in love and that had sort of confused me too sometimes. It didn't hardly seem possible that so many people could find someone to love so easily. But it was happening to me, wasn't it? Jane loved me, Sandy loved me, Kyle loved me, and I loved Sandy and Jane and Kyle and maybe Julie too. At least it felt like I did when Julie and I were talking, even more than when I was having sex with the others, but in a different way.
Everybody can't love everybody, can they?
I rolled over a little, facing Jane so I could see her in the dim, flickering light of the fireplace. I was biting my lips a little and they felt fat and bruised from all the kissing we'd been doing. I shouldn't have come on this little trip, I thought to myself. I'd thought my brothers would take care of me, but they acted like little kids. Mark and David had gotten all mad at my other brothers for having sex with me, but when it was their turn, incest was just fine. I had let them do it too, and that was the worst. I'd been more than eager to play their games. That's what made me mad, that it was all just a game to them. Like they didn't have any responsibility.
That thought really made me think. I hadn't considered it before, but I started thinking maybe that was what was most important, and the reason I was so confused all the time. After my mom had left us, Steve and Scott had taken a lot of responsibility, and it showed. Our dad needed them since he was working to keep us warm and fed and clothed, and my two oldest brothers had stepped up. They'd raised me more than Daddy had, although that wasn't to say I felt neglected or anything, just that they'd always been more available, making sure I was okay.
Mark hadn't done that, or David, Greg, or Henry, well they were just a little older than me, so they didn't count. I'd always thought I was a boy, but I always knew Steve and Scott treated me different than my brothers. I just figured it was because I was the littlest, not because I didn't have a thing between my legs. They spent more time with me and maybe, I thought, I'd picked up on that responsibility.
I don't know about girls maturing faster than boys and all that; I didn't really think it mattered anyway, since I was a boy in my brain. But I realized that a lot of my problems came from being responsible, especially when it came to my best friends. I just wanted to protect them and I didn't understand why they couldn't understand that. Matt, Lance, John, and Kyle…They were exactly like Mark and David, I thought. Little kids who didn't think about tomorrow, or even today unless it involved them personally.
Sex without responsibility was only sorta okay, I decided.
So long as you had respect, I added a moment later, thinking about Coach because I respected him a lot, and even Miss Haven, whom I grudgingly respected, but didn't understand. But you couldn't have love without responsibility and that was where Mark and David, who certainly loved me, were messing up. Or so it seemed to me, laying there in the dark. And thinking back on what we'd been doing, I didn't respect them a whole lot either. I sighed and touched Jane's face, just because I wanted to feel somebody, and wondered what all that stuff I'd just thought of meant.
Maybe it didn't mean anything, except I was feeling lonely.
"Still awake?" Sherry's soft voice surprised me and I had thoughts of pretending I wasn't, but I suspected she'd seen me stroking Jane's tender cheek. She'd been in the bedroom with my brothers, all of them sleeping I'd thought, but I guess Sherry couldn't sleep either for some reason.
"Yeah."
I turned so I was flat on my back again, looking up at nothing. I didn't know what to think of Sherry. She hadn't really done anything real bad, but it felt like she was behind all this somehow. I guess I resented her more than anything else and maybe that was jealousy or something, for the way she was so close to my brothers maybe, or the way she seemed to possess Jane, I wasn't sure. I wanted to be mad at her, and I guess I was a little, but mostly I was just frustrated. Like she hadn't turned out to be the villain I expected her to be.
"Can we talk?" Sherry sounded serious, but she was slipping down to the floor next to me and I figured she just wanted more sex or something.
"Talk about what?" I asked her, crossing my arms over my small boobs so I would touch her by accident, but she was close to me anyway, stealing a little of the pillow I was using so her head was next to mine.
"You're kind of mad, huh?" Sherry whispered.
"No," I denied it, of course, and I wasn't sure mad was the right word anyway. More like disappointed.
"It's okay," she shrugged a little and it sounded sort of patronizing and I resented her even more. We were quiet for a minute or two before she spoke again. "It's easy to forget your just fourteen, Ann."
"What do you mean?"
"You act different, that's all. Like you're older."
"Yeah," it was my turn to shrug. "That's what everybody says."
"What I mean is that I'm sorry I made your brothers bring you up here. They didn't want to, but…" Sherry sighed softly, "…I wanted to see you."
"Why?" I glanced at her.
"Cause of Jane, I guess. She's never had a boyfriend or anything, not a real one…"
"I'm not a real one either," I snorted. "I'm just a girl, remember?" I was being sarcastic, but Sherry ignored it.
"I didn't mean it like that." She was quiet again, thinking of what she wanted to say I guess. "Do you know what Sadomasochism is? Like BDSM, ever heard of that?"
"I'm not a little kid," I replied, sounding exactly like a little kid. I really didn't know, but I'd heard of BDSM before and I was reasonably sure that what me and Coach had been doing was some of that.
"Yeah, I know," Sherry agreed with me gently. "I just, I want to explain, okay?"
"Explain what?" I wasn't giving her much of a chance, but why should I?
"About me and Jane," Sherry reached up, touching me shoulder lightly. You want to know, right?"
I nodded, thinking I did, but wondering maybe if I shouldn't. Sometimes people ought to keep their own secrets.
"Jane is submissive," Sherry paused like maybe I'd ask what that meant, but I could figure it out. "I'm dominant, I like to be in charge, and so that's what we do."
"Maybe she's just afraid you'll beat her up," I offered and honestly I did feel like a child then, looking for the easiest and most understandable reasons for the way things were.
"No," Sherry giggled softly. "She isn't afraid of me. I don't think she ever was, even though I try to scare her sometimes. She just…" Sherry searched for the words, "…Lets me scare her, that's all."
"How do you know?" I asked, turning a little because I was finding myself interested in what Sherry was saying, despite myself.
"I'm her sister," Sherry was smiling, turning onto her side as well, so we could face each other. "You don't think you could tell how your brothers were feeling? Even if they tried to hide it, or fool you?"
"Yeah," I agreed. "I could tell, probably."
"Jane's just afraid of the things I tell her to do, but she likes that too."
"Like what things?" I asked.
"Like having sex with your brothers," Sherry saw the doubt on my face; Jane hadn't seemed very frightened of that. "Well, not so much now," she smiled. "But at first she was terrified and it humiliated her, I mean it really embarrassed her a lot, and that was what she liked the most."
"Being embarrassed?" I sort of laughed at that, but I was thinking of Miss Haven and that sounded exactly like her.
"And degraded," Sherry was nodding seriously. "She doesn't like boys at all and having sex with your brothers was the worst thing in the world, well…" Sherry giggled a little, "…The second worst thing."
"What's the worst?"
"That Jane started liking it," sherry grinned at me. "Not your brothers so much, or boys or anything, but just her body, you know? Her body liked what they were doing and it was like she was betraying herself." Sherry was silent for a minute, probably remembering what it was like while I considered what she'd just told me.
"Jane used to cry," Sherry continued. "She used to beg me not to make her do it."
"So why did you?" I asked, but suspected it was a dumb question.
"Cause it was what she wanted," Sherry nodded slightly, like she was agreeing with herself. "It was what we both wanted. When Jane cries like that it just, I don't know, makes me really horny," Sherry giggled and might even have blushed a little, but I couldn't tell.
"But she doesn't cry anymore?" I was trying to figure out where this was going.
"Not about your brothers," Sherry admitted. "Jane's used to it now, probably doesn't even think about it really. I thought about finding some other guys, you know? Somebody from school, or maybe a bunch of guys, like the whole football team or something…" she sounded a little excited as she said that, her voice taking on a little edge.
It sort of shocked me though; that would have been, I don't know, almost ridiculous or something. "Why, uh…How come you didn't…" I was almost afraid to ask.
"But I couldn't do that to her," Sherry continued like she hadn't heard me. "She has her limits and that would have been too much." She stopped and thought about it for a minute, her eyes focused somewhere behind me.
"I love her, you know," Sherry was suddenly staring into my eyes. "I don't want to hurt her."
I swallowed nervously and stared back at the woman, because that's what Sherry was. Not a girl at all, but an 18 year old woman, who was trying to find her own way to what she needed. I felt a little pang of guilt in my stomach, like a small cramp. I was probably wrong about Sherry, I thought, or at the very least I hadn't understood anything about what was going on between the two sisters. I'd just assumed that Sherry was doing whatever she wanted to and Jane wasn't able to stop her. I really hoped Sherry wasn't lying to me, but I didn't think she was.
"Okay," I nodded slowly and we just laid there for awhile looking at each other. "So um, why did you want me to come with you guys? You said you wanted to see me or something."
"Yeah," Sherry smiled. "I wanted to see you. I wanted to see what you're like; I mean if you're like me." She seemed a little nervous maybe and that was probably something new for her, I guessed.
"Like you?" I asked, wondering what that meant.
"Yeah, like if you're dominant. If you could make Jane happy like she wants, or if you don't like it then, I don't know," Sherry frowned a little, unhappy with what she was saying. "I'm going to graduate this year, you know? Then I'll be going to college, I already sent my applications and everything. Jane needs someone to be with her, see? Someone she can trust. Someone I can trust."
Sherry looked hard into my eyes, like challenging me somehow and she wasn't nervous anymore, she was as confident as she ever was and I felt that sense of intimidation again, but I fought it down somehow. I wasn't exactly certain what Sherry was saying, but I did know that when it came down to really important stuff I was trustworthy. Not because I owed anybody anything, but I owed it to myself. Daddy had taught me that and it felt like Sherry doubted it. I got a little pissed, actually, and I guess it showed on my face.
Sherry's face softened and she smiled, just a little, stroking my side down to my bare hip, feeling the strap of my dildo and playing with it. "That's what I mean. You're mad now, that's good; it's what I want."
Her words seemed to melt my anger away and I nodded, like I was accepting an apology, and maybe I was, I wasn't sure. "Why'd you pick me?" I wondered.
Sherry shrugged slightly, "Jane picked you, not me."
"Oh," I replied, feeling a little silly for not realizing that for myself. "Don't I get any choice in it?" I asked, since it sort of felt like I didn't.
"What? Yeah, what do you think? You pick who you want to be with, right? And then introduce yourself and let them decide…" Sherry might have been wondering if I really wasn't a kid after all, "…We're just doing it a little…Differently, that's all."
"Way differently," I said to myself mostly. Sherry and Jane weren't much like other people, I thought. But I'd been finding out that most people weren't like other people.
"I just had to know, Ann. Like how you'd act when your brothers fucked her," she was watching me, maybe trying to provoke me again, I didn't know. "And what you'd say when I told you I forced her to have sex with me, and if you'd tell us who you were fucking in school, or keep your secret."
"So you had this all planned?" I laughed a little, like I didn't believe it.
"Not everything, not exactly, but I knew if I could see you then I'd be able to tell, you know? I'd figure it out," Sherry gave me an apologetic smile and her fingernails ran up and down my skin, which didn't feel too bad at all. "I wanted to make you mad. Sorry."
"You did, kinda," I smiled. "I just felt bad though, mostly." I wasn't sure how to put what I'd been feeling into words. I moved my hand up to her waist, my arm under hers, and caressed Sherry's warm soft skin.
"If you really care about Jane you were supposed to," Sherry wriggled her body a little closer and I could feel the big hard tips of her breasts grazing my skin, just above my own hardening nipples.
"I don't know if I'm like you though," I said softly, licking my lips. "I mean, I don't think I want to see Jane cry or anything, even if she wants to sometimes." I hoped I'd understood what Sherry had been trying to explain to me; otherwise I must have sounded like an idiot.
"You're different, yeah," Sherry smiled like that was okay though. "Sometimes you act like you're dominant, just a little, like you wouldn't mind making someone do what you want."
"But?" I asked, raising my eyebrows playfully because I sensed it coming.
"But, yeah, other times you're more like Jane; like maybe a good spanking or something would really make you feel a lot better," she giggled at the look on my face as I thought of Coach suddenly, wondering if Sherry somehow knew that… "I guess I nailed that one on the head, huh? Have you been spanked before?"
There was subtle change in Sherry's voice and her fingernails dug painfully into the taut smooth flesh of my hip, making me gasp loudly. "Yeah," I nodded quickly, admitting that much, but knowing I'd never tell her who or where or when. "I've been spanked. I liked it."
"I know," Sherry let me go and her touch was gentle again, moving back and forth across my body while I did the same with hers. "You won't tell me though, will you?" I shook my head and she smiled, "Even if I spank you?"
I laughed at that. "No," I told her. "I can't."
"It's okay then," she regarded me for a few minutes while I moved my hand to the side of her breast, massaging it slowly, enjoying the way it felt under my fingers, heavy and warm, still firm even as it tried to fall away from her body.
I had the strange thought then of telling Sherry about Nurse Haven, maybe asking her if she knew what I was supposed to do with the woman. It was more obvious to me now than ever that Miss Haven was submissive, if I understood the word right, and needed someone to take charge of her somehow. It seemed like Miss Haven wanted me to be that someone, but I didn't know what to do or how to do it. Sherry would know, I was sure.
And then I had an even stranger thought, that maybe I could offer Miss Haven to Sherry somehow. Like hook the two of them up or something and maybe they'd both be happier. I thought that Sherry probably felt guilty, or something else maybe, and that was why she couldn't push Jane any farther than she had. I didn't doubt that Sherry loved her sister, but it was sisterly love at the core, not the same as she might find with Nurse Haven. She had an instinct to protect Jane, I thought, and that was stronger than the desire to give Jane what she craved in the form of humiliation or fear or pain or whatever. With Nurse Haven that instinct wouldn't be there, or wouldn't be as strong anyway. It almost started sounding like a good idea.
But before I could find a way to talk to Sherry about it, we were kissing. Just softly at first and I felt her hand on my strap-on, which had been deep inside her sister not so long before. I was definitely hot all over and I wondered how I'd ever been angry with Sherry. She was so hot against me, so tender with her kisses. Sherry was really good at sex, I thought, because just being close to her was making me shiver inside. It was like she was concentrating every part of her on those kisses, which were small and short, but incredibly sexy. Her tongue would dart out, quickly to tease my lips, or sometimes a little deeper to touch my tongue briefly before she'd take it back. It was deliberate and teasing and it made me moan with anticipation.
"I'm so wet right now," Sherry whispered. She lifted her leg over my hip, adjusting her body so she could guide the head of my penis between her thighs. "I want you inside me."
I nodded, feeling a little rush of breathless excitement. I was hugging her body to mine, so Sherry's swollen tits were pressed hard against my much smaller ones. We moved against each other slowly as Sherry slipped my cock into her pussy, pushing herself down slightly so it sank into her hot flesh slowly. The sensation of our bodies rubbing each other was amazing; her nipples were so hard I could feel them like small pebbles indenting my skin.
Sherry used her leg to help pull my body against her, thrusting her pelvis with quick little jerks so that my cock was pushed and pulled from her pussy a few inches at a time, the head remaining deep inside of her. The base of the dildo rubbed my clit nicely all the while, sometimes hard, sometimes barely touching my sensitive little button at all. It was just the way I liked it and I was soon trying to find extra leverage of my own, my legs and feet looking for something to press against.
"Mmmm…" Jane was waking up slowly, probably because she'd been the something I'd found to push my legs against. I felt her breasts against my back and her arm went over me and around to Sherry's back, hugging us both. "This is nice," I heard her say softly and then she was kissing my neck while her sister kissed my mouth.
We fucked like that for several minutes at least, and I was basking in the new sensation of being sandwiched between two soft warm female bodies. I could feel my orgasm rising quickly and Sherry let me have it, finally kissing me deeply as I groaned into her mouth, shuddering and grinding my clit against the molded rubber of my dildo. I could feel the wetness pouring out of me and Jane had moved her hand down, worming her fingers between my closed thighs to feel it, bringing her wet fingers to my ass and teasing my anus with a fingertip. When she penetrated me back there it just triggered another small explosion and I was helpless between the two girls, thrashing wildly against their sweet embrace.
"Like this…" Sherry was whispering after I'd come down a little, "…On your back." I was panting as Sherry had me lay flat and she knelt over my cock, wet and shiny with her juices, facing my feet. "Put it in me, Jane," Sherry breathed excitedly.
Jane slipped down between my legs, laying on her tummy and pulled at my strap-on, finding the right angle as Sherry leaned back on her arms, her palms flat on the carpet near my shoulders. I'd never even known people could have sex this way and it made me giggle a little. I had my hands on Sherry's hips as she lowered her hungry pussy onto my cock. Sherry sighed loudly and I heard the soft wet sounds of Jane's mouth and I realized she was licking and sucking her sister's pussy while I fucked her. The thought of it filled me with pleasure, small waves of it that seemed to start in my toes and rush all the way up to my feverish brain.
"Yeah…Suck my clit…Oh fuck…Jane…Suck it…" Sherry was gasping and urging her sister to eat her sex while I thrust upward with my hips, bouncing my butt off the floor and driving my cock in and out of the woman rapidly.
My clit was painfully sensitive and it was difficult concentrating on what we were doing, but it didn't matter either, my body was running on auto-pilot or something and I couldn't have stopped fucking Sherry even if I'd wanted to. The pain was good too, strange as that sounds, because even as it throbbed and burned and drove me nearly crazy, there was something else lurking behind it. Like a sort of runner's high or something, or maybe just my body trying to protect itself from too much stimulation. It was like the pain just disappeared suddenly. I was floating almost, or so it seemed, and a rush of extreme ecstasy filled me.
I saw stars behind me eyelids and it felt like a ton of bricks were pressing down on my chest, squeezing the air from my burning lungs. I was cumming again and this time Sherry was cumming with me. She was grinding her cunt down on my dildo, rolling her hips and leaning forward now, clutching Jane's head, pulling her sister's mouth hard against her pussy as it convulsed around the thick shaft of my cock. I imagined I could feel those trembling contractions through the dildo and down to my clit, which still burned, but only with pleasure.
"Do it…You have to do it…" Sherry was giggling like she was high or something, getting off my dildo slowly, with clumsy awkward little movements like she couldn't remember how to move her body.
Jane mounted me then, smiling as she faced me in the dim light and slipping my cock, now soaked with her sister's juices, into her own wet vagina. Jane lowered herself slowly, letting the dildo go as far inside her as possible and holding it there, just sitting astride my hips, and watching as Sherry moved to straddle my face.
I could smell Sherry's sex. It was powerful and musky and as Sherry brought her freshly fucked pussy to my mouth it seemed small droplets of her recent orgasm fell across my face. I pushed out my tongue, wiggling it across the swollen distended folds of Sherry's pussy, splitting her loose labia easily and releasing a little flood of pent-up girl juice that ran down my tongue and filled my mouth with the rich tangy flavor of her cunt. It was slightly sour and salty and delicious as I went to work, wrapping my arms around Sherry's thighs and eating her sex eagerly.
"You are a boy!" Sherry laughed breathlessly above me and Jane giggled as she began to ride my fake cock slowly.
I don't think she was complimenting my skills at licking her pussy, but I consoled myself with the knowledge that I didn't have a whole lot of experience. And besides, I thought with a little hidden smile in the back of my mind, I really was a boy…And here I was having sex with the two hottest girls in high school. I wondered what Matt and Lance and the other guys would say if they knew about this! But I didn't wonder for long because I was finding that eating pussy was sort of hard work. A lot harder than sucking a cock, I thought briefly. It made my tongue tired too and it was hot and wet and hard to breathe down there!
But I didn't care because Jane was fucking me nice. Her tight pussy just seemed to pull that dildo up with her every time she lifted her hips, giving my clit a break before she pushed herself back down gently. It was a long slow fuck and it was really nice, especially when I realized Jane and Sherry were making out while they made love to my cock and mouth. I wished I could have seen us somehow, I really did. It would have been so cool, I bet.
I couldn't make Sherry cum with my mouth, no matter how hard I tried, but she didn't seem to mind. Jane was cumming though, after riding my cock for a long time and never really going at it hard either, except right at the end. When Jane was moaning and squeezing my hips with her knees, Sherry slipped off my face, giving me a few precious gulps of cool air before I found Jane almost collapsing on top of me. Her tits pressed against my chest and her lips found mine, kissing me with passionate desperation as she rocked her hips back and forth, grinding her clasping cunt against my cock. She was shivering and I wrapped my arms around the girl, hugging her as she worked her tongue inside my mouth, tasting her sister's pussy and sharing the juices that still lingered there.
Sherry lay down next to us, on her left side facing me and she just watched us kiss, stroking Jane's back with her hand and smiling contentedly. We stayed like that for awhile, maybe 15 minutes at least, Jane lying on top of me, still impaled on my cock, sharing kisses and smiling, while Sherry stayed close, touching both of us and enjoying Jane's happiness more than anything else, I thought.
"You two should stay together," Sherry judged finally, breaking the long moment with a whisper.
I wasn't sure what to say, or even if I was supposed to say anything. I'd understood enough of what Sherry had told me to know that I didn't know enough. If everything she'd said was true, and I figured it was, then Jane wanted, or needed, someone to push her, or even force her to do things. Like have sex with boys, although I suspected there was a lot more to it than just that. I just didn't know if I understood it enough, or could even do it if I did. Sherry seemed to know a lot about that BDSM stuff, but I knew someone who probably knew even more. I had to talk to Coach.
"I'll do anything you want…" Jane was whispering, and this time at least I had an idea of what she meant by that. Before it had sounded like she was just being…I don't know, wishy-washy, or something. I hadn't liked it very much.
"I told her," Sherry said softly to her sister. "I explained everything." Not quite everything, I thought, but I let it go.
"Really?" Jane looked like she wasn't sure if she should smile or not and she seemed to watch my face for a clue.
"Yeah," I nodded, feeling pretty nervous right then. "I'm just not sure I can um…I mean, I don't know if I know how, you know? And…" I blushed as Jane giggled and Sherry laughed at me.
"I can show you," Jane kissed me. "It's okay, you're strong, anyone can see that. You just have to let it out more, that's all. You're the first boy I've ever loved." She kissed me again, longer this time and it was nice, "The only boy I've ever loved."
"You really think I'm a boy?" I licked my lips and stared up at her, a little afraid she was going to laugh and prove she was just teasing me.
"Yeah," Jane smiled, but didn't laugh at all. "I do." She lowered her face to mine, sliding her soft smooth cheek across my tingling skin until her lips were on my ear. "I'm just glad you're a girl too," Jane whispered so softly it was more like a shadow than a sound.
"She's your girlfriend now, Ann," Sherry giggled. "Not Mark or David's, not even mine."
I swallowed nervously and my tummy trembled slightly as Jane nibbled my ear lobe, biting it gently between her sharp teeth. I really didn't have anything to say to that, did I? I just really hoped I knew what I was doing, because this seemed a lot more serious than anything else in my life. It was like I was making a promise or something, or a vow even, and what would I do if I screwed it up?