Harry Stevens - The family_s wild ways

"Mmmmm, look at you," Mitzi Morgan lovingly sighed. "Just look at you. You have such beautiful, blonde curly hair. And underneath that you're so pink."

Mitzi was holding a mirror between her spread legs. She was speaking directly to her own cunt.

"Yes," she murmured. "And soooo juicy!" She rubbed her pussy, listening to it squish aloud. Spasms of pleasure rippled through her loins.

"There are plenty of boys who'd practically kill for a shot at you," Mitzi boasted on her cunt's behalf. "But you're just gonna have to be patient until the right guy comes along. I'll know who he is when it happens. Until then, though, you're just gonna have to be satisfied with me, myself and I."

Mitzi probed between her pussy lips into her moist gash. She began rhythmically fingerfucking herself.

"Ooooh, maybe Mr. Right hasn't shown up yet to stick his big, hard click in you," she teased. "But you don't seem to be complaining, now do you?"

Mitzi was well practiced at playing with herself, spending some special time alone with just her cunt at least twice a week. Sometimes her fingerfucking would be slow and tantalizing, as she gradually worked up to a single shuddering climax. Then, on other occasions, she would almost attack the sweet spot between her legs, seeing how many times she could come before she was orgasmically exhausted.

Tonight she was taking the second approach. She was so horny. One finger fucking her cunt wasn't enough. She added another and another, until her pussy had stretched to take her entire hand to the wrist. Then, her knuckles curling within the yielding tunnel, the fingerfuck had become a fist fuck.

"God, I've got so much in my pussy now," Mitzi swooned. "More than the biggest, hardest cock. Here I cummmmm!"

Mitzi climaxed with a buck of her hips that forced her fist even deeper into her cunt. Her hot, sticky cum leaked down her wrist, along her forearm, all the way to her elbow where it dripped like liquid velvet.

"Ahhh, more, more!" she excitedly urged herself on.

Punching to the depths of her pussy, Mitzi came again. Her personal record was four orgasms during one of these sessions, but she looked forward to breaking it the way she was cooking tonight. However, Mitzi would soon discover, this particular evening would turn out to be memorable for something far more important than simply an extra cum

Ned Morgan had been so sure he'd finally get laid tonight. The girl he'd asked out definitely had the kind of reputation that made him think he could get into her pants. After all, several of his friends claimed they'd scored with her, so why not him?

It hadn't turned out that way, though. What made it even worse was that in the beginning she'd had Ned thinking he couldn't miss. She'd let him kiss her, then even feel her up through her clothes. But when Ned tried getting his hands on some bare flesh she'd stopped him cold.

"And just what makes you think I'm that kind of girl?" she had asked in a huff.

"Word gets around," Ned had awkwardly answered.

"Well, tell that mangy crowd in the locker room about this!"

Then his date had hauled off and slapped Ned across the face. He was still stunned from the blow when she jumped out of his car and stomped off into the night. But what really hurt the most occurred about an hour later when Ned was aimlessly driving around to try and work off his frustration. There the bitch was at a stoplight in a car with another guy, practically sitting on top of him. She flipped Ned the finger.

What it was that he was doing so wrong, Ned had no idea. Maybe, he thought, what he needed was a female point of view to help him understand why he kept striking out with chicks. Somebody he could just talk to honestly, without having the monkey on his back of trying to put the make on her. And one girl definitely seemed to fill the bill.

"Sis," Ned identified her. "If I can only think of how to put it to her in the right way, she ought to be able to tell me how I'm messing up."

So Ned headed for home. It wasn't that late, meaning that his sister ought to still be awake. Since their parents, Ned recalled, were off playing their weekly bridge game, the house would be free of adults.

Once Ned arrived, though, his sister didn't seem to be available after all. She wasn't watching TV and the house was otherwise silent. But then, when Ned looked down the hallway, although the door to her room was closed, he saw a crack of light from beneath it. But, of course, she might have fallen asleep with the lamp on.

In the silence, Ned went down the hall and put his ear to the door to find out if she was stirring. At first there was still no sound. But then Ned picked up something which resembled heavy breathing. And then it was accompanied by the apparent squeaking of bedsprings. But whether his sister was actually awake or just tossing and turning in her sleep, Ned couldn't be sure.

Should he knock? Ned raised his knuckles, deciding to give it a try. But he stopped short when he overheard his sister moan out loud.

"Sis must be having a bad dream," he reasoned. "Probably best to let her go through it on her own. I can talk to her some other time."

Ned was getting ready to walk away, when his sister moaned again. Only this time she was saying something.

"Ahhhh, more, more!"

"Jeez, what's going on in there with Sis?" Ned wondered in a whisper.

And next he overheard her rasp. "Oh, I know I can come again. Come again and keep on coming. Come more times than I ever have before in the same night."

The bedsprings squeaked more loudly, the moans got hoarser and louder. As he eavesdropped, Ned jumped to a logical conclusion.

"Sounds like Sis isn't alone in there," he noted under his own quickening breath, fascinated by his apparent discovery. "Damn, if it doesn't sound exactly like she's in there with somebody a guy getting fucked."

Ned couldn't remember ever getting a hardon because of his sister before, but he had one now. The idea of spying on her while she had a cuntful of cock was irresistible. And the door was unlocked when Ned tried the knob, so he carefully opened and nudged it ajar to see what he could of his sister in action.

There was no guy in bed with her at all, though. She was doing it to herself, nakedly squirming with her legs spread and her entire hand inside her own pussy, coming from a fist fuck and punching herself toward her next climax after this one.

Ned knew he should mind his own business and leave her alone. How would he feel if she were to spy on him while he was jacking off? However, his better judgment did not win out.

Not only did Ned remain, now he found himself inching the door open wider. What did he expect would happen if he didn't stop himself? He didn't know, but whatever the result he sensed that he was already past a point of no return.

Mitzi had just come for the third time since she'd started fist fucking herself. A couple more orgasms and she'd break her own record. And maybe the middle finger of her free hand would help, if she stuck it up her asshole at the same time she worked on her pussy.

Following her own suggestion, she probed her tightest opening.

"Oh, that feels so good down there. Sometimes I think I like it up the butt almost as much as I do in my cunt."

She added a second finger in her asshole to go along with her cuntful of fist. That did it. She was coming again, harder than ever this time, blinded by orgasmic lust as she closed her eyes to ride out the crest of sheer pleasure.

This was the mightiest climax yet for Mitzi, as her naked body thrashed on the squeaking bed. Maybe, she decided when it had run its course, she needed a rest before she went for the record-breaker.