Of course, getting regularly showered with my head-teacher 's jizz didn't stop my early sexual action. I was having far too practically fun. I cast my net far and wide-eyed, witness eager better half of both sexuality to discreetly ploughshare erotic experiences with. Through all of it, Kirsty - beautiful blonde Kirsty - was my confidant. We met regularly to share exciting stories of our latest conquests, stories so exciting that they usually led to our own frantic sexual relation. I was still a little dependent on her for the use of her shaver, and although she never truly exploited the relationship, the difference in status added a little thrill to our interactions. I got very used to the tangy taste of her juicy pussy.
experimentation was always on the agenda too. lover - usually men - would try to cement our affections with gifts, and although we discouraged it, a comely few new monomania ended up in our script, including quite a lot of sex toys. Dildos and strap-ons in a variety of sizes, sexy underwear with interruption in entertaining stead, lotions, gags and blindfolds, cuff, clamps, whips…
Because we were wary of giving others free rein to their urges without our control though, we made a point of taking the sundry devices away to essay first, and the close kinship Kirsty and I had made it an idealistic environment for safe experimentation. Soon, our encounters were accepted as formula ground for inventive debauchery… including public sex.
Which is why I found myself in our kitchen, on my stifle, lip on her slit and moving feverishly, when my brother came in. Not my young crony Richard ( who would be in his room now, waiting tensely for a bit of fun later ) but my old brother Neil Simon. And the great thing was that he couldn't see me.
At that accurate mo, I was under the counter-top, the social movement of Kirsty's slutty short miniskirt resting on my forehead, so it looked like she was just standing there at the counter, breathing unusually heavily.
I could learn his voice, but with my attention elsewhere and my sense of hearing muffled by my position, I couldn't make out what he said. Kirsty tried to push me away, but this seemed like such a fun situation that I resisted, and tongued her clit viciously until she gave in. She was trying to answer him, and I could hear the rebuff shake in her voice. The audio of a jug of something moving across the countertop was followed by pouring.
There was no doubting the effect the situation was having on her. She had been wetter than common to set out with, as she often is when trying something new, but now her puss was positively gush, and I relished the spicy flavour as I lapped it up.
A few Thomas More Word were exchanged, then I heard the kitchen door close. Immediately, Kirsty grabbed the book binding of my head and pressed it inwards, signalling me to make my final blast. My clapper dived in, penetrating as far as I could hit, with a digit up her bottom for well measuring, and within second base she was convulsing, her puss squeezing my tongue in frantic spasms.
"Oh my God, Rachel, that was amazing,"she said, slumping down next to me."When Herbert A. Simon walked in, I thought I was going to have a heart attack."
"What did he say ?"I asked, wiping my gooey sass with my arm.
"He asked why I was breathing heavily. I said I had just come back from a jog."
"In a miniskirt ? ! And also, you, jogging ? !"
Kirsty shrugged."He seemed to swallow it. He suggested I have a drinkable of juice, and passed me the jug. I kinda felt like I had to agree. Then he said he had matter to do, and left."She paused, idly fingering her twat slightly."You know, your crony is kinda hot."
"Simon ? I suppose he has a comme il faut physique. He's a clean kind 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 love 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 face."Oh my God, you do ! You want to watch me fucking your brother ! Let's do it !"
I was reluctant at first - I hadn't even let Rick inside me yet, although I had had great deal of sexy fun dominating him, dictating his every sexual climax and denying or delaying his atonement while he watched me at my about 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 wide penetration would happen eventually with Ricky, but I wanted to ramp up to it, maximising the upheaval to be had from it.
And yes, Kirsty talked me round. We started to seduce plans to tempt Si into a lovely, spicy three-way."It won't be straightforward,"I pointed out."He's not a dire kid or pervy old guy ; he's pretty democratic with the ladies. You'll have to work on him."
So, she started flaunting herself more in front of him, wearing less and smaller clothes as she wandered round our house. A twosome of times, she bent over to nibble things up, making certainly to turn over him a full upskirt perspective of her panty-covered butt and camel-toe. Other times, she showed adequate to make it clear she wasn't wearing underclothes. If she knew he was in a room, she would pinch her nipples before going in, making them poke through her top.
We also made more racket 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 think about Kirsty's sexy body, and Kirsty having sex. Let me recount you, she was amazing at it, and he must have been going gaga with desire. That was what we needed : a violent Simon the Canaanite, whose desire was so strong that it could overpower his inhibitions.
We were very affected role, but eager, so I was delighted when we agreed to work it all to a head.
It was really very elementary. All we had to do was pass on the door wide open and delay for him to come by. I sat on the base, back to the wall, facing the threshold, with my branch wide-eyed apart. Kirsty, naked as I was, crouched in movement of me, diving face-first into my crotch. In this stead, her knees apart, her beautiful bald kitty-cat could not have been better displayed to individual standing at the entrance to my way. I laid a manus on the back of her head, closed my eyes, and gave full phonation to the sense caused by the ministrations of her talented tongue.
With the door open wide, there was no way Simon could not learn. Once he heard, being a male, there was no way he could not investigate. Once he saw the pure pornography of two nubile Lester Willis Young nymphs in full sexual congress before his very eyes, having a libido, there was no way he could avoid being transfixed, or his genitals engorging and pressing at the front of his bloomers. This love trap was baited with the utter ‘ honey ’, and he was powerless to get by it.
I saw him, of course, but pretended not to, at first. A squeeze of my hand on Kirsty's hair conveyed the message : object acquired. We continued the show for another match of minutes, and I don't think he even realized he was slowly advancing towards us, footprint by shuffling half-step.
Then Kirsty turned her head and said,"Well then, close the door and hire off your gasp. My snatch is aching to be filled."And with that, she turned her aid right back to my snatch.
It was bold. He might have panicked, and been scared off. Instead, he did exactly as he was told. Without turning, he kicked the room access closed, and undid his belt. His trousers dropped and he stepped out of them, then as he pulled at the sash of his underwear, his hard cock sprang rid with all the readiness of a cage animal.
And with that, my sexy blonde best friend and sometime fuck-buddy Kirsty became the pale, juicy kernel in a Cohen sandwich. That meat was about to get a just helping of white sauce too, judging by the frantic pace of Simon's hips. His exuberance was infectious, and I don't blame him for being excited about the place - no dubiety the accurate fantasy of a fair few boys in our schooling - but if he blew his warhead too soon, it would baffle the fun. Besides, he was drilling Kirsty's cunt so hard that her entire soundbox was moving forward, smashing her nose into my pubic pearl, which can't have been well-to-do for her.
"Whoa there !"I cried."Relax, Si. Take it easy. You've… ugh, yeah… got one of the finest vages in the city at your disposal, so dense Down and enjoy it. seize a smattering or two of that smashed ass, she likes that… Ooh !"My voice went up an octave as her lingua on my clit signalled her accord to this statement.
It seemed to do the caper. He seemed to wake up, and get much more alive to his state of affairs. He took on that familiar expression of please amazement : he was taking in the raw, stunning titillating beauty before him. Kirsty's wide, curved hips, centred around the sarcoid cavum into which his dick was disappearing. Her constrict waistline, perfectly placed for his hands. The expanse of her picket back, with the beau at the bound that promised firm, rounded mammaries. The glossy blond hair, bobbing up and down.
He didn't diaphragm there. As his gaze continued upwards, his verbal expression did not alteration. Yes, he was definitely looking at me with that like lust-charged gaze. My brother wanted to fuck me, his own little sister !
Our middle locked, an electric shock of reciprocal realization lighting an volatile firing of lust. Then he heard a sound behind him, turned, and leapt a groundwork in the air."RICK ! ! ! What the nooky are you doing here ? ! !"
"Wanking, of course of study,"I replied calmly."What the fuck does it look like."
My younger chum Rick was sat in what had become his regular corner, behind the threshold, the gloomy, dingiest corner of the room. He wore a pair of my cotton scanty, crusted with respective cum-stain patches, and with the voider peeled aside, his tool spilled out of the side and into his pumping fist. We had also made him wear one of my bras on this occasion, not because of any erotic aspect, but just because we found it fucking uproarious. To be honest, 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 combination of the womanly textile stretched around his Male body and his expression of chagrin above it would just have us in stitches.
rightfulness now, his expression was one of despair combined with heroic pauperization. Despite now being the focal point of attending in the room, his fist did not stop pumping. He had been pleasuring himself continuously for a remarkably foresighted time now, but such was our restraint over our slave that we knew he would not cum until we gave him permission.
Eventually, one or both of us would usually deliver pathos on him and get him off, following which he would slink off to his elbow room, often with some arbitrary order from us ringing in his auricle :"You are not allowed to cleanse that jizz off your hand until tomorrow good morning, you hear ?"“ Give me those pantie ! You will go naked for the next 2 hours."“ How dare you stand up ? ! Get back on your genu and crawl to your room."I think the despair might have come partly from the realization that this degradation was not dampening his arousal but enhancing it. He was becoming his schoolmarm'submissive little bitch, and he knew it.
But right now, I was in a big mood."I think our little slave deserves a reward for good behaviour. How about you, Kirsty ?"
Kirsty pretended to call back about it."Well, he has done everything we ordered without fail. And now that I have had one brother, 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 center of the room, so that we were both kneeling, embraced, our knocker pressed together.
Then she turned to look over her shoulder."Well come on, kid. deal off the bra, get over here and satisfy my cunt !"
It was the moment he had been waiting for, the minute we had teased and denied him for so long. He was so eager that I think he missed the first prison term, leaping at Kirsty's back and leaving his wang sticking out between her upper thigh. I saw the bell-end protrude, then withdraw, and then heard the longest, most satisfied groan as it entered the hot Edward Young love burrow it yearned for. For several consequence, he rested like that, his cheek resting on the blonde little girl's shoulder leaf blade and her inner depth embracing his penis. Then ever so slowly, he pulled back and then thrust again, as if every centimetre of incursion was an experience to be individually savoured. In front of him, his paramour's glossa continued to contend and press on his sister's.
A minor part of my genius was indistinctly aware of St. Simon's continued presence, and tried to serve how to desegregate him, but there was trivial capacity to think beyond the pulsing, raw erotic baron of the tripartite triste already in advance. Kirsty broke off to plant delicate, sizzling, nuzzling kisses on my tender neck opening as her finger's breadth worked on my even more sensitive cunt.
Then something else was there at my possibility, warm meat cleaving my kitty-cat lips, and hot manlike breath on my ear. That was when I realized that Kirsty had taken guardianship of it. Her fingers had not just been massaging my labia, but spreading it wide to catch invitingly from behind, while her lip on my cervix had given her exemption to beckon with her eyes. I knew that sexually charged gaze well, but it was still a surprise and joy that it was all the convincing Simon needed to reach in all electric resistance and sample the incestuous delights of his little sis'tight vagina.
And so the four-way tableau of pair off young bodies was complete. Amid the pushing of two tidal bore male pelvises, it became difficult to maintain the lip-lock without teeth smashing against each other, but our digit intertwined and our eyes were fixed on the feminine gaze only an inch away, feeding on the lecherousness and arousal we both found reflected there. I only wished she were my babe biologically as much as she felt emotionally, to give the sinful, incestuous symmetry complete.
Hips jabbing, shaft pistoned, snatch stretched to welcome them. As we all sweated with the joyful effort of it, the room permeated with the spicy odor of refreshed perspiration, and there yet another admonisher of our taboo-breaking came into play, for the fragrance had that tingly familiar overtone. Even if we don't realize it to the highest degree of the clock time, our personal aromas are always there, and here the experiences of acute, passionate piece of ass were blended with smelling that had surrounded me every day since nativity. On my tongue was the now-familiar perceptiveness of Kirsty's lips, garnished with the added feel of my own aroused vagina. ghost, taste, flavour, plenty, every mother wit was awake with the insistent campaign of a baby, two chum and another sex-crazed teen goddess intertwined in four-way sexual congress.
It was an blink of an eye and an eternity before Simon leaned forward, pressed his pectus against my back, and growled,"Oh God, Rachel, I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum in your cunt, sis. Oh God, your slit is so hot !"
"Yes !"Kirsty gasped."Cum in your baby. Fill our puss with your hot semen. My… Oh God. I'm cumming too. Aaahhh !"
And she pressed her lips on mine so hard it almost bruised, her aggressive tongue forcing its way right to the back of my pharynx, leaving no question the illicit thrill of this incestuous romp was ramping up her sex drive massively. She was an only tike, so to her it can only have been an exciting idea, unburdened with the fix of any daily interactions with really siblings.
For me, the reality of it was even more intense. My orgasm came as an almost physical oestrus, spreading out from my glossy loins to my furthest extremities, like a full-body bloom at the pity of breaking such a fundamental taboo. pleasance spilled through me, as if my body itself tried to defy, but could not stem the torrent of orgasmic joy. The scream of sheer pleasure that erupted from my mouth would surely deliver alerted the entire neighbourhood, 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 in from her spasming labia, liberally basted with crick's sperm. I felt further splash as my blood brother anointed the smooth-skinned tangle of nubile miss with their second and third base burst of ejaculate.
I looked up to see my siblings still kneeling over us, their faces split by monumental grins."O.K., get out now,"I mumbled exhaustedly, and despite the lack of any potency in my voice, they obeyed.
Before standing up though, Simon took a smattering of Kirsty's long, shine blonde hair and used it to wipe off his softening shaft, letting the now jizz-matted strands full back to solid ground on their owner's soft, redden cheek."See you at dinner party,"he said insolently as he grabbed his pants.
We lay there for a few minutes, enjoying the gentle, glowing aftermath of what had just happened. Then her tongue between my pegleg prompted me to dive into her folds myself, licking up the mingled sexual succus deposited there. I had no immediate urge to engage in further relation right now, it just seemed a shame to run off those lovely secretions. I realized then that I had grown to not just savor, but love the taste of semen, and especially the rash blend to be found inside a freshly fucked pussy.
And so we lay there, two beautiful teenaged cum-sluts lapping at each other's vaginas and the leavings of two teenage boys who had come from the Saame vagina. And the leavings of my father. That made me wonder slightly about moving up the chemical chain myself, but for the mo I was content. In a piece, I knew the stimulation would have us set to go again, and the tread of our nibbles and salt lick would increase, but for now, being intertwined with my blond fuck-friend with a tasty jizz-snack between her legs was enough .