Training Day

Spontaneously, Phoebe leaned forward to kiss him. She slipped her tongue into his mouth to share his semen with him. Caleb sucked her tongue gently. It was their first kiss. This, too, would prove to be memorable. Caleb would never forget the sweet taste of her full lips and the salty, pasty taste of her saliva. Phoebe gripped the back of his head and turned her own head perpendicular so that they might share tongues more comfortably.

Zelma looked on.

"Dang. I ain't showed her DAT," she mused.

Still on their knees, Phoebe and Caleb kissed with increasingly animated passion. Phoebe caressed his buttocks. She lingered her left hand around front to cup his balls. Caleb fondled her breasts. He boldly slid his middle finger down the line of her moistened cleft to roil her clitoris. Predictably, his penis began to rise.

Zelma broke in.

"OK, OK hold up. Y'all is movin' too fast. Dis ain't how I wanted it to go. Y'all is way ahead of de plan."

Phoebe cut her off.

"Hush, Zelma. I can han'le it from here."

"NO YOU CAIN'T. It's still a few things I need to show you."

By way of response, Phoebe struggled to her feet. She gripped the back of Caleb's head and pressed his face into her furry mound. Expertly, she flicked her clit up against the tip of his nose, giving him the full-fledged scent of her cunt. Caleb offered up his tongue. Phoebe began to fuck it. It slid into her hole easily. Phoebe hit him up with a series of quivering pelvic thrusts just as she'd seen Zelma do.

Zelma interrupted, "Phoebe, you goin' too fas'!! Dis ain't de time fo' dat!!! Come on, le's take a swim an' you can git back to it. He-a be here. Is you go too fas', you-a miss some impo'tant steps!"

Phoebe ignored her. She was humping Caleb's face now, driving towards an early release. She humped him fast, like a rabbit, with her eyeballs rolled back into her skull and her exquisite golden musculature framed in profile. Her hairy vulva scrubbed his face.

Caleb was fully hard again now. His cock preened northward from his groin, seeking to merge with the scent that had first intoxicated him. Phoebe knew his cock was down there. She could smell it, pulsing and throbbing in its desire for penetration. This was her moment. Right now she was swinging her hips back and forth like a manic pendulum, slapping her pussy against his face, often finding his chin between her labia and his lips astride her clit.

"Ohhhhhhh. OHHHHHHH!!!!! CALEB!!!!!" she groaned.

Zelma could see that the situation had gotten out of hand. She obviously needed a crowbar to pry these two apart. Surreptitiously, she crept up in between Phoebe's legs and took Caleb's dick into her mouth. Phoebe wasn't paying attention. Caleb certainly wasn't going to complain. The warmth of any feminine orifice was salve for the fire in his nuts.

Zelma slobbed Caleb's cock with precision. She knew how to get the desired result in the most efficient manner. She also knew Phoebe's timetable. She surmised that Phoebe would fuck Caleb's tongue for another few minutes or so before squatting to mount him. When Phoebe squatted, Zelma planned for Caleb's boner to be limp again. If the heffah wouldn't listen, it was up to Zelma to make her listen.

True to form, Caleb sprayed his jism into Zelma's mouth before Phoebe even knew she was down there. Zelma sucked him dry, then rolled back into a sitting position, feigning innocence. When Phoebe peaked and attempted to mount Caleb's cock, it was limp, wet and shriveled. Useless. Phoebe howled in rage.

"What happened!!!?!" she caterwauled.

"She...she...she...," he stuttered, pointing at Zelma.

Phoebe understood immediately.

"Zelma!!!" she screeched.

Zelma was unperturbed.

"I tole you to slow down. Is you wants me to show you how to do dis or ain't you?"

"It's NOT yours, Zee!! It's mine!! You ain't had no right!!!"

"HE might don't be mine, but YOU sho' is. 'N whut I say GOES. You hears me?"

Phoebe flicked Caleb's dick with her hand in an attempt to pump some life into it. He was fully drained. Caleb looked at her apologetically. Here, Phoebe's motor revved at nine thousand RPMs and there was no steaming hard dick with which to sate her lust. Her intricate timing had gone to waste. When she attempted to reach completion by humping his tongue again, it just wasn't the same. Caleb didn't seem to have much interest in sucking pussy now that his dick was pooped out.

Phoebe looked over at Zelma with exasperation.

"WHY you did dis!?!! It jist ain't fair!!"

"Is you gwine do like I say? Cause if you ain't, we can walk home right now."

Phoebe threw her hands up in frustration. She crossed her arms and stamped her feet like a petulant child.

"Well? Is you or ain't you?" Zelma reiterated.

Phoebe could see that this was another unwinnable battle against her older sister. What kind of a ho sucks off her sister's new boyfriend in order to keep that sister from getting a nut? This was typical of Zelma's hegemony since their mother Angelia's untimely passing. Phoebe should've been used to it by now. She frowned at Zelma with a look of resignation.

"Yes'm," she said.

"Good," said Zelma. "Now, you come wit' me. Caleb, you stay here. Try an' colleck yo' wits. Me and Phoebe gots to talk. I promises to brang her back."

Phoebe followed Zelma down to the waterline. They waded in and then struck out for the far shore. This time Zelma attacked the competition like a seasoned Olympian. She left Phoebe in the dust. She was sitting onshore nonchalantly when Phoebe came slicing up. Zelma launched the first sortie.

"What 'uz all dat? I ain't axed you to let him lick yo' pussy on de fust go!" Zelma challenged.

"What's wrong wid it? I seen you make niggas lick yo' pussy plenty times!!"

"YOU AIN'T ME!! Does you want to keep dis nigga or don't you?!"

"Y-y-yes. I reckon."

"Well you need to listen to me, den!! You cain't play all yo' cards in de fust go. You gotta give 'em sump'n to look fo'wahd to. Dass de quickes' way to lose a nigga, givin' 'em all yo' goodies at once't," Zelma lectured.

"You talkin' 'bout Shaddy again."

"YES I'M TALKIN' 'BOUT SHADDY AGAIN. Dat uz 'posed to be MY nigga. I gi'ven him enough pussy. I gi'ven him EVERYTHING. An' he hooked up wit' Lizzie cause she 'uz dere when I couldn't be dere. It ain't all about de pussy, Phoebe, but a whole lot o' it IS. Dat nigga's dick been in every hole in my body. He been in my EARS. An' it was a mistake. An' I won't have you makin' de same mistake I made, you hear me?"

"Yes'm."

"Now we got to make a 'cision. He been in yo' mouf. You been in his mouf. He ain't been up yo' pussy. He ain't been up yo' doodihole. He gon' wanna be up in one of 'em TODAY. One o' 'em, I say. NOT BOTH. You gotta gi'ven him sump'n to look fo'wahd to."

"Yes'm."

"You washed yo' doodihole out dis mornin', like I axed?"

"Yes'm."

"Is you done doodoo'd since den?"

"No ma'am."

"Good, good. Which one you gwine gi'ven him? De pussy or de doodihole?"

"I...I was gwine let him choose."

"DUMBASS!! It ain't NEVER de nigga's choice! It's ALWAYS YO' choice. You jist make it SEEM like it's HIS choice."

"Yes'm." Zelma knew everything.

"So? Which one is de hottest right now?"

"My...my pussy's real hot, like always. It don't seem like my doodihole ever gits real hot."

"Dass whut I thought. OK, dis what we gwine do. When we gits back over dere, I'm-a suck his balls and you can suck his dick. It won't take him long to git hard. Den, Im-a ack like I'm showin' you how to fuck proper. I'm-a let him put his dick in my pussy. He gots a li'l dick an'..."

"His dick don't seem all dat li'l to me," interrupted Phoebe.

"Well, it's li'l compared to de dicks I'se used to. I gots a big ole pussy. His dick won't even scrape de sides. I'm-a let him inside, but he won't feel much. Den, befo' he lose his 'rection, I want you to scooch up and gi'ven him some doodihole. A doodihole is a lot tighter'n a pussy, 'specially a big ole sauce pooncey like mine's is. An' he'll notice de diffunce and cum real fast. I've had 'em cum in my ass before dey got it all de way in. An' if he cum real fas', you-a have dat to say 'bout him if you breaks up, like Martha done. Did you bring de lard?"

"It's in de bag."

"Go git it. An' when his dick is up in my pussy I'll start groanin' and 'stract his 'tention. Den you dips yo' finger in de lard an' poke it up yo' butt. Rub it 'round real good. Don't let him see you doin' it."

"OK."

"He gon' try to put it up yo' pussy. Don't let him do it. Slap his hand away and point it up yo' doodihole is you has to."

"I...I...think I druther have him up my pussy, Zee. It's gon' hurt if I let him up my doodihole. Plus, won't he think somebody else been up my doodihole if dass de fust thing I offer up? I ain't never heard no gal say she had it up de doodihole fust."

"Hmmmmm. You got a point dere. Not because it'll hurt. But because he WILL think you ain't no virgin if you let him go up yo' poop chute first."

"Ain't nobody been up my pooncey OR my poop chute, Zee. You knows dat."

"What I know an' what he know is two diff'unt things, chile. Niggas come to de wildes' 'clusions, 'n most of'm don't make no sense, leastways as much as me an' you can figger. Lemme study dis out."

Phoebe looked across the spring at Caleb. His back was to them. His right arm was moving like a piston.

"Look, Zelma!! He over dere jackin' his dick!! Look! Look!!"

"I knowed he was gwine do dat. He wants it to be hard when we git back. Dey all do dat."

"Well, I ain't never seen him do it. I wished he would turn around so I could see it."

"He don't WANT us to see it. Dass why he turned his back. Stop worryin' 'bout Caleb an' think. We gotta come up wid a way to make him put it up yo' butt."

"We could tell him I'se wid de Curse?"

"Phoebe!!! Youse a genius!! Dass de play! By de way, when de Curse 'posed to visit? Next week, right?"

"Yes'm."

"OK, dis what we gwine do. I'm gon' let him git up in me so's he can see whut a really big pooncey feels like. He ain't gwine like it much 'cause he done busted his nuts two times already. Den you come scoochin' up an' offer him some doodihole. He gon' try to put it up yo' pussy. You say, "OK, but you gon' git yo' dick all bloody. I'se on de rag." He'll git all crunchy. An' before he gits a chance to think about it (and he will) you offer up de doodihole. OK? 'Cause if you gi'ven him a chance't to think, he'll go fo' de pussy, blood 'n all."

"Yes'm"

"Don't forget to git greased up 'haid o' time."

"You already said dat."

"OK. Let's go."

The two women waded back out into the spring and struck out across. This time they didn't race. They luxuriated across the pond, taking time to observe the flora and fauna below, occasionally rolling onto their backs to expose their naked bodies to a view from above, occasionally frog-kicking down to the bottom to chase fishes, turtles and crawdads, sometimes swimming between the jumbled tangle of logs that supported the rich eco-system in the spring's depths. Their muscular, golden bodies seemed to be very much a natural part of this paradise; it was the reality of their enslavement that seemed at odds with the natural order. For this one afternoon the sisters were primal goddesses of the jungle.

They emerged from the spring laughing and giggling as they had as youngsters, though now their grown-up bodies blazed with thick, curly pubic hair and their tits waggled like ripe fruit.

Caleb stood on the bank, anticipating their return. Despite his masturbatory efforts, his penis was only partially erect. He proudly displayed it to them.

It was a mistake.

"Nigga, we been gon' a half hour 'n dass de bes' you can do?" chided Zelma.

"You ain't been gone no half a-hour. You been over dere fo' ten minutes," retorted Caleb.

"Well, from what I can see, it don't look like you ready fo' no pussy. Not good pussy like dis, anyways. I guess me and Phoebe oughtta be gittin' on home."

"I'se ready!! I'se ready!! Look! LOOK!!!"

Caleb started jacking his dick furiously. Zelma winked at Phoebe knowingly, as if to say, "See how easy it is to git dese nimrods to do what you want 'em to do?"

Despite Caleb's efforts, his dick refused to respond. It flopped about comically, eliciting cruel laughter from Zelma. Phoebe felt bad for Caleb, however. Her look of consternation did little to staunch Zelma's laughter. Phoebe decided to take matters into her own hands. She stepped up to Caleb, knelt before him and wrapped her lips around his cock. Twenty seconds later when she withdrew, Caleb's cock was a steaming pole of lust. It required no manual support. Phoebe looked up to her older sister triumphantly. Zelma calmed, respectful of Phoebe's efforts. While not in Shaddy's league, Caleb's hard cock was still impressive, especially insofar as she'd underestimated its size.

"OK, OK," she chuckled. "Lay down on de grass, Mr. Caleb. It's time fo' me to show YOU a thang or two, too."

Caleb dutifully stretched out on his back on the ground. Zelma dropped to her knees and crawled up between his splayed open legs. She took both of his balls into her mouth. Alternately she sucked each nut, lavishing his shaggy skin with her bubbly saliva. Each drag she took upon his testicles caused his cock to leap and stagger. She took her index finger and twirled it into his anus. Caleb bucked upright. Phoebe took this as her queue to join in. She knelt and took his cock into her mouth while Zelma continued to suck his nuts. Phoebe met her sister's eyes. They pleasured the young man in tandem.

Caleb had never experienced such a sensual dichotomy from his nether regions. What Zelma had said earlier was true--he could come repeatedly from this dual oral attention. More, Zelma's quivering, invasive index finger was a deliciously new sensation. In fact, it was all Caleb could do to keep from sluicing out his jism right now.

The pain of withholding his cum merely made Zelma and Phoebe's attention all the more maddening. Martha had sucked his dick innumerable times, but it was nothing like this. Zelma sucked in one direction, Phoebe sucked in the other. This oppositional tugging held his ejaculate at equilibrium. In turn, this two-on-one standoff amplified the mind altering sexual narcotics coursing thru his musculature. Too, Zelma's diffident, languid anal fingering was more than he could bear. He slammed his wrists and ankles against the ground repeatedly in an effort to release the kinetic energy built up in his tissues from this dual fellatio/ass-tickle combination.

Zelma had seen this before. In fact, she and Lizzie and Cora tripled teamed Meshach in this manner on more than one occasion. Meshach's cock was so long that none of the three could deep throat him. This left his shaft open for consideration. Each of the three girls took turns mouthing his shaft as if it were a corncob while the other two slobbed his nuts and his pud. This is how Zelma perfected her craft.

Phoebe and Zelma continued to nurse at Caleb's cock and balls. The sisters suckled and caressed, slobbed and bobbed with expert relish.

Finally, Zelma used her eyes to remind Phoebe of the plan. She looked down at the little packet of lard in Phoebe's hands as a way of telling Phoebe that the time had come. Phoebe eased up off of Caleb's cock and released his steaming dick to the winds.

Now Zelma released Caleb's nuts and slobbed her way up to his cockhead, leaving a bubbling trail of spittle in her wake. She suckled his dick for a few strokes, then continued licking her way up his torso. She delved into his navel with her tongue acting as a dick, sucked both his nipples in turn and left a huge purple hickey on his neck. When they were face to face she flickered her tongue out and slipped it between his lips. He tried to kiss her, but she wouldn't allow it. By her reckoning, this was her sister's man. Kissing him would constitute adultery. It was immoral.

Instead, she crawled a little bit further north so that she could center the helm of his erect cock between her labia. Then she eased herself down upon it with a spiraling waggle of her ass. As she'd predicted, she engulfed his dick with little effort. She hilted him with room to spare.

Caleb was shocked. The last time he'd been inside this pussy they'd been teenagers. He remembered that she'd been...a bit tighter. Too, he'd cum immediately. Nowadays her pussy wasn't nearly as tight as her throat. He wished she'd go back to blowing him.

But evidently his sexual prowess was having some effect. Or so he thought. Zelma began to moan deeply, concurrent with her lustful, pelvic thrusting. Even though Caleb wasn't feeling any two of her pussy walls at once, his length was enough to bring Zelma to the brink of orgasm. Her powerful groans of ecstasy were proof of his potency.

Caleb didn't need Zelma's pussy friction to bring him to the brink. Her strident sexual groans were more than enough fuel for a primal detonation. He was almost there.

Zelma could feel that Caleb was ready to erupt massively. She sat up astride Caleb's lurching dick and released it from her vaginal clasp.

As planned, now Phoebe backed her ass up to him, doggystyle. The cut of her vulva bulged alluringly from between her voluptuous ass cheeks. A little north of her vaginal opening, her sphincter loomed as a navel-like indentation with tight, sunshine lines erupting from the center. The skin surrounding the opening to her rectum was noticeably darker than her regular golden cinnamon hue, a testament to that opening's main biological function. Phoebe's lush, curly black pubic hairs disappeared wispily into the center of this anal discoloration.

Caleb saw all this as Zelma's pussy suddenly freed his cock from its grip. Frantically, he leapt up to mount Phoebe from behind. As Zelma had predicted, he went straight for Phoebe's pussy.

Phoebe reached back and pressed the flat of her palm against his stomach by way of declination.

"No, honey. I'se....on de rag, Caleb. But...you can go up in de udder...you know...de udder one."

To explain herself better she gripped his penis and pointed it into her anus. Caleb understood immediately. Desperate for succor, he pressed forward and, to his surprise, her sphincter opened almost as easily as Zelma's coochie. He'd expected a tough go; Phoebe's doodihole was positively slippery. Caleb took a big whiff, suspecting that she might be using that natural, odiferous anal lubricant--shit. No evidence of such came to his nostrils. Instead, his penis slipped deeper and deeper into her behind without the usual necessary incremental probing. In no time, Phoebe's ass cheeks jammed up against Caleb's upper thighs like a pair of large, pliable balloons. He dipped a little and pushed deeper into her rectum so that he might experience the exquisite foreskin stretch that is always the prelude to a cataclysmic orgasm.

Phoebe endured his penetration. She had no sensitive anal clit. Caleb's balls flopped forward to slap against her vaginal clit as he humped her, but that was it. She wished he would think to give her a reach around. She didn't want to polish her own pearl while being ass fucked; he might think it too forward a move for a virgin.

Caleb was already in the final throes of completion. He'd been inside Phoebe's ass for less than a minute. He fired piston-like shots that rocked Phoebe to and fro, lifted her knees off the ground and pushed their conjoined bodies forward on the sward like a choo-choo train. Phoebe gasped repeatedly under Caleb's savage anal assault.

Zelma looked on with delight. As soon as Caleb blew his nuts, he would become putty in Phoebe's hands. Already the agonized grimace on his face told her that Caleb was in love with Phoebe's innards. From this point on, Zelma would not have to use her own pussy as a primer for him. Caleb would charge straight to the source of his adoration.