Of course, getting regularly showered with my head-teacher 's jizz didn't break off my former sexual activities. I was having far too much fun. I cast my net far and extensive, finding eager pardner of both genders 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 modish conquests, stories so exciting that they usually led to our own frantic copulation. I was still a picayune dependent on her for the use of her shaver, and although she never truly exploited the relationship, the difference in condition added a trivial tingle to our fundamental interaction. I got very used to the lemony gustatory sensation of her juicy pussy.
Experimentation was always on the agenda too. Lovers - usually men - would try to cement our affections with gifts, and although we discouraged it, a fair few new willpower ended up in our hands, including quite a lot of sex toys. Dildos and strap-ons in a variety of size of it, aphrodisiacal underclothing with gaps in entertaining berth, lotion, laugh and blindfolds, cuff, clamps, whips…
Because we were untrusting of giving others free rein to their urges without our command though, we made a percentage point of taking the sundry device away to try first, and the close relationship Kirsty and I had made it an nonpareil environment for safe experimentation. Soon, our encounters were accepted as normal ground for inventive debauchery… including public sex.
Which is why I found myself in our kitchen, on my knees, brim on her cunt and moving feverishly, when my brother came in. Not my unseasoned crony Richard ( who would be in his way now, waiting tensely for a bit of fun later ) but my older chum Simon Zelotes. And the bully affair was that he couldn't see me.
At that precise mo, I was under the counter-top, the front of Kirsty's slutty brusque mini resting on my os frontale, so it looked like she was just standing there at the counter, breathing unusually heavily.
I could hear his spokesperson, but with my attention elsewhere and my hearing muffled by my office, I couldn't make out what he said. Kirsty tried to drive me away, but this seemed like such a fun place that I resisted, and tongued her clit viciously until she gave in. She was trying to do him, and I could hear the tenuous trill in her representative. The sound of a jug of something moving across the countertop was followed by pouring.
There was no doubting the effect the site was having on her. She had been wetter than usual to start with, as she often is when trying something new, but now her cunt was positively gushy, and I relished the spicy nip as I lapped it up.
A few more words were exchanged, then I heard the kitchen threshold close. Immediately, Kirsty grabbed the book binding of my read/write head and pressed it inwards, signalling me to make my final attack. My tongue dived in, penetrating as far as I could reach, with a finger up her merchant ship for practiced measure, and within secondment she was convulsing, her cunt squeezing my spit in frenzied spasms.
"Oh my God, Rachel, that was amazing,"she said, slumping down side by side to me."When Simon walked in, I thought I was going to have a heart 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 miniskirt ? ! And also, you, jogging ? !"
Kirsty shrugged."He seemed to accept it. He suggested I have a drink of juice, and passed me the jug. I kinda felt like I had to hold. Then he said he had things to do, and left."She paused, idly fingering her twat slightly."You know, your Brother is kinda hot."
"Simon the Zealot ? I suppose he has a decorous physique. He's a sporting 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 dearest to watch,"she retorted, although I noticed that she didn't deny it. Then she looked a bit harder at my brass."Oh my God, you do ! You want to watch me fucking your brother ! Let's do it !"
I was loath at first base - I hadn't even let Rick inside me yet, although I had had batch 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 king over him, making him our shared gripe. I knew that full incursion would chance 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 program to entice Si into a lovely, spicy three-way."It won't be straightforward,"I pointed out."He's not a desperate kid or pervy old guy ; he's pretty popular with the ladies. You'll have to work on him."
So, she started flaunting herself more in front of him, wearing less and diminished dress as she wandered round our house. A dyad of times, she bent over to pick matter up, making sure to render him a full upskirt view of her panty-covered hind end and camel-toe. former times, she showed enough to seduce it crystalise she wasn't wearing underwear. If she knew he was in a room, she would pinch her tit before going in, making them poke through her top.
We also made more make 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 recall about Kirsty's sexy soundbox, and Kirsty having sex. Let me tell you, she was amazing at it, and he must sustain been going wild with desire. That was what we needed : a wild Simon, whose desire was so strong that it could whelm his inhibitions.
We were very patient role, 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 impart the door wide open and wait for him to arrive by. I sat on the floor, back to the rampart, facing the door, with my wooden leg full apart. Kirsty, naked as I was, crouched in front of me, diving face-first into my fork. In this position, her knee apart, her beautiful barefaced puss could not ingest been better displayed to individual standing at the ingress to my room. I laid a mitt on the dorsum of her question, closed my centre, and gave full moon articulation to the sensations caused by the ministrations of her talented tongue.
With the threshold assailable across-the-board, there was no way St. Simon could not hear. Once he heard, being a male, there was no way he could not inquire. Once he saw the pure erotica of two marriageable unseasoned nymph in full intimate copulation before his very eyes, having a libido, there was no way he could avoid being spellbind, or his genitals engorging and pressing at the front line of his pants. This dear trap was baited with the purest ‘ dearest ’, and he was powerless to escape it.
I saw him, of trend, but pretended not to, at starting time. A liquidity crisis of my hand on Kirsty's hairsbreadth conveyed the message : fair game acquired. We continued the show for another couple of instant, and I don't think he even realized he was slowly advancing towards us, footstep by shuffling half-step.
Then Kirsty turned her chief and said,"Well then, close the doorway and conduct off your trouser. My pussy is aching to be filled."And with that, she turned her attention right back to my snatch.
It was bold. He might bear panicked, and been scared off. Instead, he did exactly as he was told. Without turning, he kicked the doorway closed, and undid his belt. His trousers dropped and he stepped out of them, then as he pulled at the waistcloth of his underwear, his hard cock sprang free with all the keenness of a caged animal.
And with that, my sexy blonde adept friend and sometime fuck-buddy Kirsty became the pale, juicy meat in a Cohen sandwich. That inwardness was about to get a soundly helping of white sauce too, judging by the mad pace of Simon's pelvic girdle. His enthusiasm was infectious, and I don't blame him for being excited about the situation - no doubt the exact phantasy of a fair few boys in our school - but if he blew his load too soon, it would foul up the fun. Besides, he was drilling Kirsty's puss so firmly that her full body was moving forward, smashing her nozzle into my pubic pearl, which can't have been well-off for her.
"Whoa there !"I cried."Relax, Si. rent it easy. You've… ugh, yeah… got one of the finest vages in the urban center at your electric pig, so slow down and love it. Grab a handful or two of that tight ass, she likes that… Ooh !"My representative went up an octave as her tongue on my clit signalled her agreement to this statement.
It seemed to do the trick. He seemed to rouse up, and go much more alive to his billet. He took on that familiar saying of delighted amazement : he was taking in the raw, bedaze erotic beauty before him. Kirsty's astray, swerve pelvic arch, centred around the fleshy cavity into which his dick was disappearing. Her narrow shank, perfectly placed for his hands. The expanse of her picket back, with the swell at the edges that promised firm, rounded mammaries. The lustrous blond hair, bobbing up and down.
He didn't stop there. As his regard continued upwards, his manifestation did not change. Yes, he was definitely looking at me with that like lust-charged regard. My brother wanted to love me, his own little sister !
Our eyes locked, an galvanic shock of mutual realization lighting an explosive fire of lust. Then he heard a sound behind him, turned, and leapt a fundament in the air."wrick ! ! ! What the fuck are you doing here ? ! !"
"Wanking, of course of study,"I replied calmly."What the nookie does it look like."
My younger brother Rick was sat in what had become his fixture corner, behind the door, the darkest, dingiest turning point of the room. He wore a pair of my cotton pantie, crusted with several cum-stain patches, and with the gusset peeled aside, his cock spilled out of the side and into his pumping clenched fist. We had also made him wear one of my brassiere on this occasion, not because of any erotic look, but just because we found it fucking hilarious. To be honorable, we didn't do it very often, partly because it stretched and distorted the bra to a detail where it was unusable from then on, but the combination of the feminine cloth stretched around his Male torso and his formula of humiliation above it would just have us in stitches.
Right now, his aspect was one of despair combined with desperate demand. Despite now being the focus of aid in the room, his fist did not block up pumping. He had been pleasuring himself continuously for a remarkably yearn time now, but such was our control over our hard worker that we knew he would not cum until we gave him permission.
Eventually, one or both of us would usually have commiseration on him and get him off, following which he would slink off to his way, often with some arbitrary club from us ringing in his ear :"You are not allowed to clean that jizz off your hand until tomorrow sunrise, you hear ?"“ spring me those panties ! You will go naked for the following 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 mistress'submissive little bitch, and he knew it.
But right now, I was in a magnanimous mood."I think our little striver deserves a advantage for good 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 brother, I'd like to try the other."She turned, faced away from Ricky, and kissed me deeply, her knife massaging mine. As she did so, she pulled me into the marrow of the way, so that we were both kneeling, embraced, our breasts pressed together.
Then she turned to look over her shoulder joint."Well come on, kid. deal 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 gear meter, leaping at Kirsty's back and leaving his wang sticking out between her upper thigh. I saw the bell-end protrude, then unsay, and then heard the longest, most satisfied groan as it entered the hot Pres Young dear tunnel it yearned for. For several moments, he rested like that, his cheek resting on the blonde girlfriend's shoulder joint blade and her inner depths 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 nominal head of him, his paramour's tongue continued to make do and press on his sister's.
A small component part of my mental capacity was palely aware of Simon's continued presence, and tried to process how to integrate him, but there was little capability to think beyond the pulsing, raw erotic powerfulness of the three-way triste already in progress. Kirsty broke off to plant life delicate, sizzling, nuzzling buss on my sensitive cervix as her fingers worked on my even more raw cunt.
Then something else was there at my scuttle, tender meat cleaving my pussy lip, and hot manlike breath on my ear. That was when I realized that Kirsty had taken precaution of it. Her fingers had not just been massaging my labia, but spreading it wide to look at invitingly from behind, while her lips on my neck had given her freedom to beckon with her optic. I knew that sexually charged regard well, but it was still a surprisal and delight that it was all the convincing Herb Simon needed to give in all resistance and try out the incestuous joy of his little sis'tight vagina.
And so the four-way tableau of coupled young bodies was pure. Amid the pushing of two eager Male pelvises, it became difficult to maintain the lip-lock without teeth smashing against each former, but our finger's breadth intertwined and our middle were fixed on the feminine gaze only an inch away, feeding on the lust and foreplay we both found reflected there. I only wished she were my sister biologically as much as she felt emotionally, to make the sinful, incestuous symmetry complete.
rose hip knife thrust, putz pistoned, pussy stretched to welcome them. As we all sweated with the jubilant exertion of it, the room permeated with the spicy aroma of bracing perspiration, and there yet another monitor of our taboo-breaking came into play, for the aroma had that tingly associate partial. Even if we don't agnise it most of the time, our personal fragrance are always there, and here the experiences of intense, passionate fucking were blended with smells that had surrounded me every day since birth. On my lingua was the now-familiar taste of Kirsty's back talk, garnished with the append smack of my own aroused vagina. Touch, taste, smell, sight, every sense was alert with the insistent drive of a sis, two brothers and another sex-crazed teen goddess intertwined in four-way intimate congress.
It was an instant and an eternity before Simon leaned forward, pressed his dresser against my binding, and growled,"Oh God, Rachel, I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum in your pussy, sis. Oh God, your kitty is so hot !"
"Yes !"Kirsty gasped."Cum in your sister. fill our pussies with your hot come. 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 rear of my throat, leaving no dubiousness the illicit thrill of this incestuous romp was ramping up her sex drive massively. She was an only child, so to her it can only have been an stir idea, unburdened with the mess of any day-by-day interactions with real siblings.
For me, the reality of it was even more intense. My orgasm came as an almost forcible heat, spreading out from my slipperiness loins to my uttermost appendage, like a full-body blush at the ignominy of breaking such a fundamental taboo. Pleasure spilled through me, as if my body itself tried to resist, but could not stem the downpour of orgasmic joy. The scream of sheer pleasure that erupted from my mouth would surely birth alerted the entire neighbourhood, had it not been muffled by my girl-friend's thick glossa filling my oral cavity.
As Kirsty and I collapsed limply, I found myself only an column inch from her spasming labia, liberally basted with Rick's sperm. I felt promote splashes as my brothers anointed the smooth-skinned tangle of nubile girls with their secondment and third explosions of ejaculate.
I looked up to see my siblings still kneeling over us, their faces split by monolithic smile."okey, get out now,"I mumbled exhaustedly, and despite the deficiency of any authority in my phonation, they obeyed.
Before standing up though, Simon took a handful of Kirsty's long, smooth blond hair and used it to wipe off his softening dick, letting the now jizz-matted strands full back to Edwin Herbert Land on their owner's soft, flush cheek."See you at dinner,"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 legs prompted me to plunk into her fold myself, licking up the mingled sexual succus deposited there. I had no contiguous impulse to engage in further intercourse right now, it just seemed a shame to neutralise those lovely secernment. I realized then that I had grown to not just enjoy, but love the taste of seminal fluid, and especially the heady blend to be found inside a freshly fucked pussy.
And so we lay there, two beautiful adolescent cum-sluts lapping at each former's vaginas and the departure of two teenage boys who had come from the same vagina. And the leaving of my Father-God. That made me wonder slightly about moving up the chain myself, but for the here and now I was content. In a while, I knew the foreplay would let us fix to go again, and the pace of our nibbles and licks would increase, but for now, being intertwined with my light-haired fuck-friend with a tasty jizz-snack between her ramification was enough .