Finally, I’ll relent, kissing and licking my way up her body until our faces are inches apart and my cockhead is poised between her soggy pussy lips. Her eyes will have a dreamy gaze and she’ll smile up at me as I push into her. Beginning with a slow rhythm, I’ll gradually increase the intensity, knowing I can postpone my own release until Mary is thoroughly spent and satiated. Focused solely on her pleasure, I’ll piston my hard cock into her fiery pussy, fucking her through several intense orgasms…
“Who are you dreaming about?” Mom startles me from my reverie, shifting her hand from my thigh to my throbbing hard-on, squeezing it through my jeans.
“What?” I ask, sitting up, so her hand slides back to my thigh. “No one.” I rub my hand over my face and deflate my cock.
“You were moaning like a banshee,” Susan teases. “Probably dreaming about Nicole and all the things you made her do with the trigger.”
“I was not dreaming about Nicole!” I snap back, answering honestly.
“Who then?” Susan asks. “Me?” She tilts her head and smiles coyly.
“You two!” Mom says, shaking her head. “Sometimes I forget, especially after last night, that you’re brother and sister with all the sibling bullshit that goes with that. You’re going to have to overcome that if…” Her voice trails off as she maneuvers the car towards the off ramp. “We’re almost there,” she says, leaving her other thoughts unspoken.
Apparently watching for us, Maggie runs over as soon as we pull into Uncle Harry’s driveway. I’m out of the car and running to meet her halfway.
“Thank God you’re here!” Maggie says, falling into my arms. She’s wearing a scoop-neck blouse over snug-fitting jeans and it feels good to hold her.
“Where’s Nicole now?” I ask, breaking the embrace.
“I don’t know. Did you bring the transmitter, Nick?” Susan and Mom have joined us now.
“Yeah, I’ve got it right here,” I tap my pocket. “Tell me exactly what happened so we can find her.”
“I told you everything I know over the phone,” she says exasperatedly. “I should have broken my promise and used the trigger. It wasn’t until after she left that I figured out that someone else must be using it.”
“It’s not your fault, Maggie,” I reassure her, “it’s mine!” She pulls a piece of paper from the back pocket of her jeans.
“I wrote down Bobby’s address; I think we should start there.”
“Okay.” Time to take charge here. Turning, I face all three women. “Someone has to stay here in case Nicole comes back. You can use the trigger to make her stay here and call me on my cell. I’ll come back and nullify the trigger.”
“I’m going with you,” Susan says. I start to protest when I get a cautionary look from Mom that stops me.
“I’ll stay here with Maggie,” Mom says, “Susan can go with you.” The look on Mom’s face leaves no room for argument.
“Okay,” I agree, taking the paper from Maggie. I read the address and recognize the street. “Let’s go.”
“Who’s Carl?” Susan asks when we’ve been in the car a few minutes.
“What?” I ask. Oh fuck! Did I talk in my sleep?
“When we were all at Uncle Harry’s and you did that transmitter thing with everybody, Nicole yelled, ‘You made me fuck Carl’. I’m just wondering who Carl is.”
“And you waited until now to ask?” I look at her, shaking my head.
“I just remembered, while I’ve been trying to figure out how you would use the trigger on Nicole. Did you make your girlfriend fuck someone else?” she asks, with a distinct tone of disapproval.
“Do we have to do this right now?” I ask, more forcefully than I intended.
“I think it’s important, Nick!” Susan turns sideways in the seat, facing me. I don’t look at her. “You did do that, didn’t you? What? While you watched?”
“It wasn’t like that,” I protest, but it kind of was.
“What was it like, then?” She’s getting impatient and I guess I do owe her some sort of an explanation.
“Nicole had agreed to a threesome with this woman we know…”
Susan cuts me off mid-sentence. “What woman? Do I know her?” The idea of a threesome isn’t bothersome because Susan and I have done it plenty of times.
“No, her name is Carolyn and she works at the mall. We were just getting started when her husband shows up looking for her because he thinks she’s cheating on him.”
“She’s married?” Susan asks.
“Yeah. Anyway he’s right about her cheating but I use the transmitter to get him to join us. He’s all excited because he’s never fucked a white woman before…”
“Wait a minute; he’s black!” She asks, her mouth hanging open.
“Yeah so is Carolyn. So, I think I’ve got the perfect solution but then Nicole starts to back out”
“So you use the transmitter to get her to fuck this black guy?” Susan asks.
“Basically,” I answer. “I know it was wrong.”
“What was he like? I mean, was he big and muscular or what?” Surprisingly, Susan seems more interested in Carl than in what I did with the trigger.
“He’s about my height and, yeah, pretty muscular,” I answer, glad to be done talking about the trigger.
“I bet he was hung like a motherfucker,” Susan says, unconsciously stereotyping Carl. “And petite Nicole… oh fuck! Did she… I mean… was she able to fuck him?”
“Yes he was pretty large and yes, Nicole took it all… and enjoyed it, I might add, regardless of what she says now.”
“Wow!” Susan sighs, turning back in her seat. “What about you? Did you like fucking a black chick? Was it different? Where did you meet her?” Susan asks in a tone that’s hard to read. Jealousy? Curiosity?
“Which question do you want answered?” I laugh. “I met her at the mall and yes I really enjoyed it.” I answer, while pondering her other question. When I think about describing Carolyn, I immediately flash to the first time I ate her pussy. It was in the manager’s office at the department store where Carolyn works.
“At first it was very different,” I tell my sister. “I was in awe of her exotic skin tone and the subtle changes in coloring throughout her body. I was also enamored with her thick black nipples and her cushiony pubic hair.” Glancing at my sister I see she’s staring at me wide-eyed and disbelieving. Maybe I’m getting carried away.
“This is too much information, isn’t it?” I ask, abruptly realizing that I’m describing one lover to another.
“No! It’s fascinating,” she says earnestly. “I want to hear about it.”
“Well, not much else to tell. After the first couple of times…”
“How many times have there been?” Susan cuts me off again
“Um… we’ve gotten together a few times.” I answer vaguely.
“Nicole and you with Carl and Carolyn?” She asks.
“Yeah; and the last time Maggie was there too.” I answer.
“Fuck! A regular orgy, huh?” Susan sits back in her seat again and I concentrate on my driving.
“Why haven’t you ever done that with me, Nick?” She asks a few minutes later.
“What?” I ask, feigning ignorance, but already picturing my sister impaled on Carl’s thick cock.
“You know, a foursome with a black couple,” she says, “with Carolyn and Carl. I’m getting wet just thinking about it.”
“I don’t think the opportunity ever presented itself.”
“Then you think we still could sometime?” she asks excitedly. “I can’t imagine what it would be like wrapping my lips around a big black cock, sucking and licking it. God, I’m soaking wet!”
“Sure, we’ll do it,” I tell her, “but let’s worry about one thing at a time. We’re almost at Bobby’s house.” I turn onto a tree-lined street in an upscale neighborhood. Susan leans over and kisses my cheek.
“You don’t ever need a trigger with me, Nick,” she coos. “I’m always ready for anything.” She squeezes my cock through my jeans.