Of course, getting regularly showered with my head-teacher 's jizz didn't stop my other intimate activities. I was having far too much fun. I cast my net far and across-the-board, regain eager partners of both sexuality to discreetly share erotic experiences with. Through all of it, Kirsty - beautiful blonde Kirsty - was my confidant. We met regularly to share exciting stories of our later conquests, story so exciting that they usually led to our own frantic sexual congress. I was still a small dependent on her for the use of her child, and although she never truly exploited the kinship, the dispute in status added a piddling frisson to our interactions. I got very used to the tangy taste perception of her juicy pussy.
Experimentation was always on the agenda too. Lovers - usually men - would try to cement our affections with talent, and although we discouraged it, a honest few new possessions ended up in our helping hand, including quite a lot of sex plaything. Dildos and strap-ons in a assortment of sizes, sexy underclothes with col in entertaining piazza, lotions, joke and blindfolds, handcuffs, clamps, whips…
Because we were wary of giving others free rein to their itch without our ascendancy though, we made a compass point of taking the sundry devices away to examine first, and the close relationship Kirsty and I had made it an ideal environs for condom experiment. Soon, our encounters were accepted as pattern ground for inventive debauchery… including world sex.
Which is why I found myself in our kitchen, on my genu, lips on her cunt and moving feverishly, when my sidekick came in. Not my young brother Richard ( who would be in his elbow room now, waiting tensely for a bit of fun later ) but my older brother Simon. And the swell thing was that he couldn't see me.
At that accurate moment, I was under the counter-top, the social movement of Kirsty's slutty short mini resting on my forehead, so it looked like she was just standing there at the counter, breathing unusually heavily.
I could hear his vox, but with my attending elsewhere and my hearing muffled by my position, I couldn't make out what he said. Kirsty tried to promote me away, but this seemed like such a fun situation that I resisted, and tongued her clitoris viciously until she gave in. She was trying to answer him, and I could hear the fragile shake in her vocalisation. The auditory sensation of a jug of something moving across the countertop was followed by pouring.
There was no doubting the effect the place was having on her. She had been wetter than common to take off with, as she often is when trying something new, but now her pussy was positively gushing, and I relished the spicy flavour as I lapped it up.
A few more words were exchanged, then I heard the kitchen door close. Immediately, Kirsty grabbed the back of my head teacher and pressed it inwards, signalling me to work my final attack. My clapper dived in, penetrating as far as I could reach, with a finger up her backside for upright measure, and within instant she was convulsing, her cunt squeezing my tongue in frantic spasms.
"Oh my God, Rachel, that was amazing,"she said, slumping down next to me."When Simon walked in, I thought I was going to have a essence attack."
"What did he say ?"I asked, wiping my gooey backtalk with my arm.
"He asked why I was breathing heavily. I said I had just come back from a jog."
"In a mini ? ! And also, you, jogging ? !"
Kirsty shrugged."He seemed to go for it. He suggested I have a drink of juice, and passed me the jug. I kinda felt like I had to agree. Then he said he had things to do, and left."She paused, idly fingering her jackass slightly."You know, your brother is kinda hot."
"Simon ? I suppose he has a decent physique. He's a sporty sort of guy. Is that why you got all juicy when he turned up ? Your pussy was so wet !"I smiled lasciviously."I bet you'd lovemaking to get his dick inside you."
"And you'd love to watch,"she retorted, although I noticed that she didn't deny it. Then she looked a bit harder at my font."Oh my God, you do ! You want to follow me fucking your buddy ! Let's do it !"
I was reluctant at low gear - I hadn't even let rick inside me yet, although I had had hatful of sexy fun dominating him, dictating his every orgasm and denying or delaying his satisfaction while he watched me at my most erotic before his very eyes. He had even watched me with Kirsty, who had asserted her own power over him, making him our shared bitch. I knew that full incursion would find eventually with Ricky, but I wanted to build to it, maximising the excitement to be had from it.
And yes, Kirsty talked me round. We started to make plans to entice Si into a lovely, spicy three-way."It won't be straightforward,"I pointed out."He's not a heroic kid or pervy old guy ; he's pretty popular with the ladies. You'll have to go on him."
So, she started flaunting herself more in front of him, wearing less and small-scale clothes as she wandered round our house. A span of times, she bent over to pick things up, making for sure to give him a full upskirt view of her panty-covered bottom and camel-toe. Other times, she showed adequate to progress to it illuminate she wasn't wearing underwear. If she knew he was in a room, she would pinch her mamilla before going in, making them poke through her top.
We also made more noise having sex if we thought he was around, moaning and slurping and slapping far more loudly than we ever needed to. We did everything we could to make him mean about Kirsty's sexy physical structure, and Kirsty having sex. Let me tell you, she was amazing at it, and he must have been going wild with desire. That was what we needed : a hazardous Simon, whose desire was so strong that it could overpower his inhibitions.
We were very patient, but eager, so I was delighted when we agreed to bring it all to a head.
It was really very simple. All we had to do was give the door spacious surface and delay for him to come by. I sat on the story, back to the wall, facing the threshold, with my legs wide apart. Kirsty, naked as I was, crouched in front line of me, diving face-first into my crotch. In this billet, her human knee apart, her beautiful barefaced pussy could not take been amend displayed to someone standing at the entryway to my way. I laid a hand on the back of her chief, closed my eyes, and gave full vox to the sensations caused by the ministrations of her gifted tongue.
With the door open wide, there was no way Simon could not hear. Once he heard, being a male, there was no way he could not investigate. Once he saw the pure pornography of two marriageable young nymphs in full sexual relation before his very eyes, having a libido, there was no way he could avoid being grip, or his crotch engorging and pressing at the front of his bloomers. This honey trap was baited with the arrant ‘ beloved ’, and he was powerless to escape it.
I saw him, of course, but pretended not to, at starting time. A liquidity crisis of my hand on Kirsty's hair conveyed the content : target acquired. We continued the show for another duet of second, and I don't think he even realized he was slowly advancing towards us, footmark by shuffling half-step.
Then Kirsty turned her head and said,"fountainhead then, close the door and take off your bloomers. My pussy is aching to be filled."And with that, she turned her attention right back to my snatch.
It was bold. He might sustain panicked, and been scared off. Instead, he did exactly as he was told. Without turning, he kicked the door closed, and undid his bash. His trousers dropped and he stepped out of them, then as he pulled at the waistcloth of his underclothes, his operose cock sprang dislodge with all the avidity of a caged animal.
And with that, my sexy blond best supporter and sometime fuck-buddy Kirsty became the pale, juicy meat in a Cohen sandwich. That meat was about to get a goodness helping of Elwyn Brooks White sauce too, judging by the frantic tread of Simon Zelotes's rosehip. His enthusiasm was infective, and I don't blame him for being excited about the situation - no doubt the exact fantasy of a fair few son in our school - but if he blew his load too soon, it would rape the fun. Besides, he was drilling Kirsty's cunt so hard that her entire body was moving forward, smashing her olfactory organ into my pubic os, which can't have been well-heeled for her.
"Whoa there !"I cried."Relax, Si. Take it easy. You've… ugh, yeah… got one of the fine vages in the city at your disposition, so obtuse pile and savor it. Grab a handful or two of that taut ass, she likes that… Ooh !"My vocalism went up an musical octave as her tongue on my clitoris signalled her arrangement to this statement.
It seemed to do the trick. He seemed to fire up up, and suit much more alive to his berth. He took on that familiar face of enthrall astonishment : he was taking in the raw, arresting titillating beauty before him. Kirsty's wide, curved hips, centred around the fleshy cavity into which his peter was disappearing. Her minute waistline, perfectly placed for his script. The expanse of her pale back, with the dude at the bound that promised business firm, rounded mammaries. The lustrous blond tomentum, bobbing up and down.
He didn't stop there. As his gaze continued upwards, his expression did not change. Yes, he was definitely looking at me with that like lust-charged regard. My brother wanted to sleep with me, his own little babe !
Our centre locked, an electric shock of mutual realization lighting an explosive ardour of lustfulness. Then he heard a audio behind him, turned, and leapt a fundament in the air."twist ! ! ! What the fuck are you doing here ? ! !"
"Wanking, of track,"I replied calmly."What the nookie does it look like."
My younger comrade Rick was sat in what had become his regular niche, behind the door, the dingy, dingiest corner of the room. He wore a pair of my cotton panties, crusted with several cum-stain patches, and with the voider peeled aside, his dick spilled out of the face and into his pumping fist. We had also made him wear one of my bandeau on this juncture, not because of any titillating expression, but just because we found it fucking hilarious. To be fair, we didn't do it very often, partly because it stretched and distorted the bra to a point where it was unusable from then on, but the combining of the feminine cloth stretched around his male torso and his reflexion of humiliation above it would just have us in stitches.
right hand now, his expression was one of desperation combined with desperate need. Despite now being the focus of tending in the room, his fist did not discontinue pumping. He had been pleasuring himself continuously for a remarkably long time now, but such was our control over our slave that we knew he would not cum until we gave him permission.
Eventually, one or both of us would usually have pity on him and get him off, following which he would slink off to his room, often with some arbitrary order from us ringing in his ears :"You are not allowed to clean that jizz off your paw until tomorrow morning, you hear ?"“ Give me those panties ! You will go naked for the next 2 hours."“ How dare you stand up ? ! Get back on your articulatio genus and crawl to your room."I think the despair might have come partly from the fruition that this degradation was not dampening his arousal but enhancing it. He was becoming his kept woman'submissive footling gripe, and he knew it.
But right now, I was in a magnanimous mode."I think our little slave deserves a reward for effective behaviour. How about you, Kirsty ?"
Kirsty pretended to think about it."Well, he has done everything we ordered without fail. And now that I have had one sidekick, I'd like to try the other."She turned, faced away from Ricky, and kissed me deeply, her tongue massaging mine. As she did so, she pulled me into the inwardness of the elbow room, so that we were both kneeling, embraced, our breasts pressed together.
Then she turned to look over her berm."well fare on, kid. learn off the bra, get over here and fill my cunt !"
It was the moment he had been waiting for, the moment we had teased and denied him for so long. He was so eager that I think he missed the first meter, leaping at Kirsty's back and leaving his wang sticking out between her upper thigh. I saw the bell-end protrude, then crawfish, and then heard the longest, most satisfied groan as it entered the hot Cy Young sexual love burrow it yearned for. For several moments, he rested like that, his cheek resting on the blonde girl's shoulder blade and her inner depths embracing his penis. Then ever so slowly, he pulled back and then thrust again, as if every centimetre of insight was an experience to be individually savoured. In front of him, his paramour's tongue continued to grapple and iron on his sister's.
A small part of my mentality was dimly aware of Simon the Zealot's continued comportment, and tried to process how to integrate him, but there was piffling capacity to consider beyond the impulse, raw titillating might of the three-way triste already in advancement. Kirsty broke off to works delicate, sizzling, nuzzling osculation on my tender neck as her fingerbreadth worked on my even more spiritualist cunt.
Then something else was there at my opening night, affectionate meat cleaving my twat lips, and hot male person hint on my ear. That was when I realized that Kirsty had taken care of it. Her fingerbreadth had not just been massaging my labia, but spreading it broad to consider invitingly from behind, while her rim on my cervix had given her freedom to wave with her eyes. I knew that sexually charged gaze well, but it was still a surprisal and delight that it was all the convincing Simon needed to give in all resistance and try out the incestuous pleasure of his minuscule sis'tight vagina.
And so the four-way tableau of match young bodies was discharge. Amid the pushing of two eager male pelvises, it became hard to maintain the lip-lock without tooth smashing against each other, but our fingers intertwined and our eyes were fixed on the feminine gaze only an inch away, feeding on the lust and arousal we both found reflected there. I only wished she were my sister biologically as much as she felt emotionally, to piddle the sinful, incestuous symmetry complete.
Hips thrust, cocks pistoned, puss stretched to welcome them. As we all sweated with the joyful travail of it, the room permeated with the spicy aroma of fresh sudor, and there yet another admonisher of our taboo-breaking came into play, for the odor had that tingly associate overtone. Even if we don't realize it to the highest degree of the meter, our personal scent are always there, and here the experiences of intense, passionate piece of tail were blended with smells that had surrounded me every day since birth. On my tongue was the now-familiar taste of Kirsty's lip, garnished with the added tone of my own stirred up vagina. speck, taste, olfactory modality, sight, every sense was alive with the instant drive of a sister, two brothers and another sex-crazed adolescent goddess intertwined in four-way intimate congress.
It was an instant and an timelessness before Simon leaned forward, pressed his chest against my spine, and growled,"Oh God, Rachel, I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum in your kitty, sis. Oh God, your puss is so hot !"
"Yes !"Kirsty gasped."Cum in your sister. Fill our pussies with your hot semen. My… Oh God. I'm cumming too. Aaahhh !"
And she pressed her lips on mine so backbreaking it almost bruised, her aggressive spit forcing its way rightfulness to the cover of my pharynx, leaving no doubt the illicit thrill of this incestuous shoo-in was ramping up her sex driving force massively. She was an just tike, so to her it can only let been an rouse idea, unburden with the mess of any daily interaction with genuine siblings.
For me, the reality of it was even more intense. My coming came as an almost physical heating system, spreading out from my slick loins to my furthest appendage, like a full-body blush at the shame of breaking such a underlying taboo. pleasure spilled through me, as if my dead body itself tried to jib, but could not stanch the flood of orgasmic joy. The scream of sheer delight that erupted from my mouth would surely give alerted the entire vicinity, had it not been muffled by my girl-friend's thick tongue filling my oral cavity.
As Kirsty and I collapsed limply, I found myself only an inch from her spasming labia, liberally basted with rick's sperm. I felt further splattering as my pal anointed the smooth-skinned tangle of marriageable female child with their back and third base explosions of ejaculate.
I looked up to see my sibling still kneeling over us, their faces split by massive grinning."Okay, get out now,"I mumbled exhaustedly, and despite the deficiency of any authorization in my voice, they obeyed.
Before standing up though, Simon took a smattering of Kirsty's long, smooth blonde hair's-breadth and used it to wipe off his softening gumshoe, letting the now jizz-matted fibril full phase of the moon back to domain on their owner's soft, reddened cheek."See you at dinner,"he said insolently as he grabbed his pants.
We lay there for a few min, enjoying the gentle, glowing aftermath of what had just happened. Then her natural language between my peg prompted me to plunk into her bend myself, licking up the mingled sexual juices deposited there. I had no immediate urge to lock in further congress right now, it just seemed a shame to blow those endearing secretion. I realized then that I had grown to not just love, but love the gustatory sensation of semen, and especially the heady portmanteau to be found inside a freshly fucked pussy.
And so we lay there, two beautiful teenage cum-sluts lapping at each other's vaginas and the departure of two teenage boy who had come from the same vagina. And the leaving of my father. That made me wonder slightly about moving up the chemical chain myself, but for the here and now I was content. In a spell, I knew the stimulation would have us ready to go again, and the rate of our nibbles and licks would increase, but for now, being intertwined with my blonde fuck-friend with a tasty jizz-snack between her legs was enough .