Linda paused, enjoying the effect she was having on her brother and cousin. For her obscene description of what was going to happen had Jerry and Marsha breathless.
"But when you come you're not going to do it in Marsha's ass. You're going to pull out at the last minute," Linda continued. "That's where all that nice slimy shit comes in. Because when it's out of Marsha's ass your prick will be filthy. Then you're going to jack your shitty prick off so you shoot all over yourself. You'll be a real mess. All that crap and cum. But don't worry, Marsha will lick you off."
"You're sick, Sis!" Jerry blurted out.
Brother and sister locked eyes, temporarily ignoring their cousin.
"We'll leave it up to Marsha," Linda finally said to Jerry. "You don't have to fuck her in the ass if she says no."
Now Jerry and his sister turned toward their cousin. But Marsha wasn't where she had been.
There she was, leaning over a chair, kneeling with her ass in the air. Now she reached behind herself and pulled her ass cheeks apart. Her asshole throbbed in exposure, seeming to glow.
"There's your answer, Jerry," Linda told her brother, pointing toward Marsha's flared butt.
"Fuck me, Jerry! Fuck me right where I shit!" Marsha cried over her shoulder. "I want your cock in my ass so bad!"
Jerry was stunned. However, his prick was working properly. It leapt out from his crotch in twanging arousal.
"I love it in the ass!" Marsha was shrieking. "It hurts so good!"
"Give the little freak what she wants," Linda snapped to her brother. "Ten inches of prick where the sun doesn't shine."
Jerry stumbled forward, seeming to be pulled by the power of his hard-on. Then he was at Marsha's ass. Linda joined him, guiding her brother's cockhead to their cousin's asshole and fitting it into the rosy cunt.
When Jerry hesitated, Linda goosed him. His crotch bucked forward and he winced as the tightness of Marsha's ass grabbed his plunging prick. When he looked down half of his cock-meat was buried in Marsha's asshole.
"More! More!" Marsha begged. "More cock in my ass!"
"You heard her, Jerry," Linda said.
She goosed her brother again. Jerry wound up with his prick hilted in Marsha's ass chute.
"Can you feel her shit?" Linda asked her assfucking brother.
Jerry nodded.
"It's hot and slimy, isn't it?" Linda said. "Like worms crawling all over the head of your cock?"
Jerry gagged. His sister slapped him hard across the ass.
"Move it!" Linda ordered Jerry with another ass-reddening slap. "Work that shit loose inside Marsha so it smears all over your cock!"
Jerry's hips began to roll. Slowly at first. But then Marsha was tugging at his prick with the muscles of her ass and he was into a ass-fucking groove whether he liked it or not.
Now Linda turned her attention back to Marsha. "Hurt enough for you, freak?" she asked her panting cousin.
"Hurts just super!" Marsha wailed. "Like I'm gonna die! God, I love it! Hope it kills me!"
"You heard your cousin, Jerry," Linda said. "Fuck her ass like you were trying to destroy her."
Jerry didn't need any more prompting. His cock was pistoning automatically in the first ass it had ever fucked. The cock-strokes were as long as they could get.
"Gonna come!" Jerry soon gasped, reacting to the nut-wrenching friction.
"Pull out!" Linda barked. She grabbed a fistful of her brother's hair and yanked his head back.
Jerry's prick popped free of Marsha's ass. Just as Linda had predicted, it was covered with shit.
"Jack off." Linda snapped.
Jerry wrapped his fist around his brown cock. The shit oozed between his fingers. A single jerk and he was creaming all over himself.
Then Marsha wheeled around and was all over him, lapping away the crap and cum. Her tongue was all over his fingers, cock, balls, and crotch. She didn't stop until the slime was all gone. When she was finished her mouth was smeared at the corners with brown and white as though she had been eating fudge and marshmallows. She smacked her lips with triumph while Jerry sagged with exhaustion.
"Fantastic!" Marsha sighed, feeling dirtier than she ever had in her life.
She turned to thank Linda for pushing her to the limit. However, her cousin was not there to thank. "Linda's gone," Marsha murmured to Jerry with a shake of her head. "Just like that. Just like she was never here and we imagined the whole thing."
"There's one thing I didn't imagine," Jerry finally spoke. "Something I know for sure."
"What's that?" Marsha asked.
"When I was fucking Sis I noticed it right away," Jerry said. "I tried to tell you, but never got the chance."
"Yeah?"
"Sis wasn't cherry," Jerry told Marsha. "Her cunt felt just like yours when my prick was in it. She's been fucked before."
"Hmmmm," Marsha replied after a moment of thought, "looks like little Linda has as much to hide as we do. Maybe more, if the kinky number she laid on us today is a sample of where she's really at. She knew just what she was doing, that's for sure. God, what I'd give to know the whole story!"
"Leave me out of it," a frowning Jerry hissed. "I feel like I've dodged the bullets from a firing squad. I'm going back to being normal."
"Suit yourself," Marsha told her cousin. Then she warned him, "Just don't get in my way. It may be over for you, but it's just the beginning for me."
Jerry took a deep breath to brace himself, then got up and left without looking back. But all he saw ahead was trouble.
CHAPTER THREE
Marsha just had to know the truth about Linda. At first she asked around school in an attempt to pick up some information about her supposedly innocent cousins secret life. But as far as anybody knew, Linda was as pure as the driven snow.
It didn't take long for Marsha to conclude that she was just going to have to go right to Linda if she wanted the truth. This was easier said than done, though. Linda was such a puzzle, so unpredictable. But Marsha was determined to get at the facts. When she saw Linda sitting by herself in the school library she decided to make her move.
Marsha went to where her cousin was studying and took a chair on the other side of the table. Her nose in a book, Linda didn't look up, even when Marsha cleared her throat.
"I've got to talk to you," Marsha finally whispered.
Linda ignored her.
In frustration Marsha drummed her fingers on the tabletop. Linda went on reading. Marsha realized she had to take the direct approach, force her cousin to pay attention to her.
She took a piece of paper from her notebook and wrote a message on it. Then she passed it across the table so that Linda couldn't read her book without seeing it.
The note said, "Jerry says you weren't cherry when he fucked you. I believe him. You knew what you were doing the other day. Let's be friends and talk about it."
Linda read the message without changing her expression. Then she crumpled it into a ball and dropped it into her purse. After that she got up and walked toward the restroom. When she briefly lingered at the door and shot a glance back at the table, an excited Marsha jumped up and followed her.
When Marsha entered the small bathroom her cousin was already in the single stall.
"I'll wait until you're through," she called to Linda when she heard the toilet flush.
The door to the stall swung open.
Marsha saw her cousin sitting on the toilet, her skirt and panties down. However, the flush had just been a device to attract attention. For Linda could not have been actually using the toilet for its normal purpose, since the lid was closed and supporting her bare ass.
Marsha didn't know what to think. She started to say something, but swallowed her words in surprise at what her cousin did next.
Linda kicked away her skirt and panties. Then, nude from the waist down, she spread her thighs so her hairless cunt was showing. She fingered her pussy lips apart.
As she stared between her cousin's legs, Marsha's own cunt began to ting
le. From there it got warm and sticky.
"Are... are you telling me you want me to get it on with you?" Marsha gulped.
Linda didn't say anything. She didn't have to. Her inviting pussy told the story.
"I've done a lot of things," Marsha muttered, as much to herself as to her spread-legged cousin. "But I've never really made it with another chick."
Linda just kept sitting there, showing her shaved cunt.
Marsha laughed nervously. "But I guess, down deep, I've always had some dyke in me," she said.
Marsha moved toward the stall. She was so turned-on by now that she could hear her wet pussy squish every time she took a step.
Then she was there, standing before Linda. Marsha dropped to her knees. Now she was so close to her cousin's cunt that she could smell it. As her nostrils flared from the sweet scent of another girl's pussy, Marsha hungrily licked her lips.
"Got to eat it," Marsha panted.
Linda nodded in agreement.
Marsha lowered her face between her cousin's open thighs. Now her eyes were full of nothing but cunt. Her cousin's smooth pussy was the most gorgeous thing she had even seen.
Flicking her tongue out, Marsha treated herself to her first taste of someone else's pussy. It was like a drug, a drug so powerful that addiction was immediate.
Marsha drew her tongue down Linda's gash, from clit to asshole, then back up again. When her cousin sighed with pleasure, Marsha was completely sure that she was doing the right thing.
Now it was full-steam ahead. Marsha sealed Linda's cunt with her mouth, then forced her fat tongue into her cousin's delicious pussy slit.
"Ooooh, that's it," Linda moaned out loud speaking for the first time. "More, more! Fuck my pussy with your beautiful, long tongue."
Marsha made her tongue as stiff as it could get, then she pumped it like an oral cock in her cousin's cunt. Linda's pussy juice oozed in response. Marsha gulped down all the female honey she could. What she didn't swallow drooled down her chin.
Now Linda grabbed ahold of Marsha's hair. She jogged Marsha's head at the crux of her thighs, forcing the tongue-thrusts as deep as possible in her boiling pussy. It could only be a matter of seconds before Linda came.
"My pussy feels like it's going to explode in your mouth," Linda announced.
Marsha drove her tongue as far as it would go into her cousin's cunt. Then she slowly withdrew it as Linda's came, unleashing a tide of hot pussy juice.
The pussy juice spilled down Marsha's throat. She couldn't get enough of her cousin's sweet female cum. And Linda provided plenty of it, climaxing for almost a full minute.
When it was over, both cousins knew the lull was only temporary. They lusted for one another like a pair of hard-core lesbians, all-girl sex coming as naturally to them as breathing.
Now it was Marsha's turn to strip. She stood before her seated cousin and pulled her sweater over her head. She wore no bra and the nipples of her bare tits were so red it seemed as if she had colored them with lipstick.
Linda reached out to feel her cousin's perfect tits but Marsha stopped her.
"Don't touch me yet," Marsha puffed. "Let me tease you a little bit first. Get you so hot you can't stand it."
Linda eagerly nodded. "Go ahead," she panted. "Drive me crazy with your body."
Marsha's hands slid down to her waist. She unfastened her jeans with tantalizing slowness, seeming to lower the zipper a notch at a time.
Her panties showed at last. They were skimpy bikinis, slung so low that a fringe of pussy hair showed above the elastic. Marsha shook her hips and the jeans fell all the way down her legs. She stepped out of them, completely naked, except for her tight panties.
The sheer fabric of those panties hugged Marsha's crotch so snugly that the outline of her cunt was beautifully obvious. She rubbed herself through the clinging yellow nylon until it was darkened by a spreading stain of pussy juice.
Now Marsha tugged the bottom of her panties up into her gash. Popping into the open, her pussy lips glistened and throbbed. Puffs of brown hair bristled at the hollows of her crotch.
Marsha worked the ribbon of her panties in the groove of her cunt until the juice was running down her inner thighs. "If I keep this up," she chuckled, "damned if I'm not gonna make myself come."
And then come she did.
As she climaxed, Marsha quickly peeled her sopping panties away. Then she thrust her spasming cunt into Linda's face. Linda immediately started sucking, expertly prolonging her cousin's orgasm with her busy tongue.
"Oooooh," Marsha whimpered with joy as Linda ate her pussy, "keep me coming. Can't get enough of your mouth on my cunt. Your tongue's licking me in all the right places."
After several seconds of total bliss, Marsha momentarily thought that her orgasm had run its course. However, it was swiftly replaced by an even stronger climax. Marsha's cunt was now leaking so much juice that she felt, like she was pissing in Linda's mouth.
Then Linda left the toilet where she had been sitting. Her face still between Marsha's legs, she forced her cousin to the floor. Then she swung her body around, twisting her tongue in Marsha's pussy in the process.
Linda wound up astride Marsha's head, the shadow of her cunt across, her cousin's face. Marsha looked up into that vertical smile and drooled with pussy-hunger.
"Mmmm, sixty-nine," Marsha spoke directly to Linda's hovering pussy. Then she lowered the hairless cunt slit to her mouth and began fucking it with her tongue, the same as her cousin was already doing to her at the other end of the action.
The bathroom floor was hard and cold, but to Marsha and Linda it seemed like, a waterbed with satin sheets. As they sucked each other's cunt they rolled around in a writhing frenzy, taking turns on top of the sixty-nine.
They came so many, many times, usually together. For Marsha it was like a door opening to a whole new world. When she got off with a guy she was always aware of the physical differences between male and female. But a climax shared with another girl was like becoming a part of someone else. For as long as the dual orgasm lasted, they were the same person.
And, best of all, in lesbian sex the fact that your partner had come didn't mean the action had to come to a halt. There was no cock that needed time to recover after it shot its wad. Cunts could just keep going and going. One orgasm just paved the way for another... and another... and another.
"We're going to eat right through each other if we don't stop this," Linda laughed, finally ending the sixty-nine.
"Mmmm, guess I would have gone on sucking you forever," Marsha sighed, stretching out on the floor while her cousin bobbed up from on top of her.
"Suckings fine. But we don't need to get in a rut," Linda said after a pause, obviously hinting that she was ready to move on to something else.
"What are you trying to say?" Marsha asked. "This is the first time I've ever made it with another chick so you'll have to spell things out for me."
"I'll do just that," Linda chuckled. "Spell it out for you."
She went over to her purse and took out a lipstick. Then she stood before the mirror and grunted four block letters.
"F-U-C-K!" Marsha read them aloud. Then breathlessly gushed to her grinning cousin, "God, I hope you're serious, Linda, 'cause I'm ready for anything. Just show me bow to fuck you and I'll do it."
"I'm very serious," Linda assured Marsha. "Just watch."
Linda went back to her purse. The object she withdrew almost caused Marsha's eyes to pop out of her head.
"Where did you get that thing?" Marsha blurted. "It looks just like a cock!"
"It is a cock," Linda answered. "A cock for two women who want to fuck each other. It's made out of vinyl with a head on both ends so it can fit into a pair of cunts at the same time. They call it a dildo."
"Jesus! And I thought I'd been around," Marsha bubbled in wonder. "Who told you about this? Some lesbian you've been making it with? Whew, I'd like to meet her."
"So you think I'm a dyke?" Linda cut her cousin
off.
"Aren't you?" Marsha gulped. Then nervously added, "I mean, listen... don't get me wrong... after today I can dig it. I mean, you know..."
"There is no other woman," Linda interrupted her cousin again. "I'm just like you. This is my first time this way." Now Marsha was really confused.
"But, jeez," she gushed. "You know all the right things to do to get me hot. And that dildo in your purse? Where did you learn it all if you're just as cherry with other chicks as I am?"
"I read about it," Linda said. "You can get more out of books than just good grades, you know. Like shaving your pussy to make it more sensitive. Or that weird stuff I pulled on Jerry and you at the pool. It's all in books. If anybody ever did it, somebody wrote about it. You just have to know where to look."
"And the dildo?"
"I saw it advertised in the back of one of my dad's sex magazines. Sent away for it."
"Have you used it on yourself?"
"You better believe it," Linda readily confessed. "Can get at least a foot of it in my cunt."
"So that's how you lost your cherry!" Marsha declared.
"No way else but," Linda giggled, clearly delighted to have someone to share her secrets with. "The blood ran down my legs in rivers. Had to burn the damned sheets. Hurt like hell. And you know what?"
"What?" Marsha anxiously asked.
"A few minutes later I was fucking myself all over again with that monster," Linda sighed. "Ever since I've been carrying it around in my purse in case I get horny. It's great just before an exam. So relaxing."
Linda paused, stroking the dildo as she trained her gaze between her cousin's legs. "But this is what I've really been waiting for," she said.
"Yes?" Marsha replied, as her cunt spasmed with anticipation.
"Another girl to fuck me while I'm fucking her," Linda purred, offering one end of the dildo to Marsha. "And now I've found her -- my own cousin."
"Ooooh, have you!" Marsha squealed with delight. She brought her half of the dildo to her mouth and hungrily ran her tongue over the vinyl cock-head.
Now Linda left the whole dildo in Marsha's hands and scooted over to the bathroom door, locking it so there wouldn't be any intruders. When she returned, Marsha had lowered the mail-order prick to cunt-level.
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