Rachel 'S Shaved Pussy F


Cum-Swallowing, Erotica, Group-Sex, Hardcore, Humiliation, Lesbian, Oral-Sex, Teen, Threesome, Transvestite, Young
Of course of study, getting regularly showered with my head-teacher 's jizz didn't blockade my other sexual activities. I was having far too much fun. I cast my net far and broad, incur eager partners of both genders to discreetly share erotic experiences with. Through all of it, Kirsty - beautiful blonde Kirsty - was my intimate. We met regularly to share exciting history of our latest conquests, write up so exciting that they usually led to our own frantic coition. I was still a little dependant on her for the use of her shaver, and although she never truly exploited the family relationship, the difference in condition added a little chill to our interaction. I got very used to the tangy taste of her juicy pussy.
experiment 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 possessions ended up in our hands, including quite a lot of sex toys. Dildos and strap-ons in a kind of sizes, aphrodisiac underwear with crack in entertaining space, lotions, gags and blindfolds, manacle, clamp, whips…
Because we were leery of giving others free rein to their urges without our command though, we made a point of taking the sundry devices away to test first, and the close family relationship Kirsty and I had made it an nonpareil environment for prophylactic 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, lips on her bitch and moving feverishly, when my brother came in. Not my untried brother Richard ( who would be in his room now, waiting tensely for a bit of fun later ) but my older blood brother Simon. And the capital matter was that he couldn't see me.
At that claim bit, I was under the counter-top, the front of Kirsty's slutty short miniskirt resting on my frontal bone, so it looked like she was just standing there at the counter, breathing unusually heavily.
I could hear his vocalism, but with my care elsewhere and my audience muffled by my spot, I couldn't make out what he said. Kirsty tried to push me away, but this seemed like such a fun billet that I resisted, and tongued her clit viciously until she gave in. She was trying to reply him, and I could hear the tenuous shingle in her voice. The phone of a jug of something moving across the countertop was followed by pouring.
There was no doubting the essence 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 pussy was positively gushing, and I relished the spicy spirit 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 heading 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 undersurface for good measure, and within seconds she was convulsing, her snatch squeezing my natural language in frantic 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 take a heart attack."
"What did he say ?"I asked, wiping my gooey mouth 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 admit it. He suggested I have a drink of succus, and passed me the jug. I kinda felt like I had to agree. Then he said he had affair to do, and left."She paused, idly fingering her fathead slightly."You know, your brother is kinda hot."
"Neil Simon ? I suppose he has a decent build. He's a clean 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 love to get his shaft inside you."
"And you'd love to find out,"she retorted, although I noticed that she didn't deny it. Then she looked a bit harder at my human face."Oh my God, you do ! You want to learn me fucking your blood brother ! Let's do it !"
I was reluctant at first - I hadn't even let rick inside me yet, although I had had quite a little of sexy fun dominating him, dictating his every sexual climax and denying or delaying his gratification while he watched me at my almost erotic before his very eyes. He had even watched me with Kirsty, who had asserted her own power over him, making him our shared cunt. I knew that full penetration would happen 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 despairing kid or pervy old guy ; he's pretty popular with the ladies. You'll have to puzzle out on him."
So, she started flaunting herself more in front of him, wearing to a lesser extent and humble clothes as she wandered round our house. A duet of times, she bent over to pick things up, making certain to give him a full upskirt view of her panty-covered bottom and camel-toe. Other multiplication, she showed enough to make it percipient she wasn't wearing underclothes. 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 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 get to him think about Kirsty's aphrodisiacal body, 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 violent Simon, whose desire was so strong that it could overpower his inhibitions.
We were very patient role, but eagre, so I was delighted when we agreed to convey it all to a head.
It was really very simpleton. All we had to do was leave the door extensive open and wait for him to come by. I sat on the floor, back to the wall, facing the door, with my legs wide apart. Kirsty, naked as I was, crouched in front of me, diving face-first into my crotch. In this position, her knees apart, her beautiful bald cunt could not give been proficient displayed to someone standing at the ingress to my room. I laid a hand on the back of her head, closed my eyes, and gave full voice to the champion caused by the succour of her talented tongue.
With the doorway surface wide, there was no way Simon could not hear. Once he heard, being a male, there was no way he could not enquire. Once he saw the pure pornography of two marriageable young nymphs in replete intimate 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 strawman of his drawers. This honey trap was baited with the pure ‘ love ’, and he was powerless to get away it.
I saw him, of course, but pretended not to, at first. A squeeze of my hand on Kirsty's hair conveyed the content : target area acquired. We continued the display for another twain of minutes, and I don't think he even realized he was slowly advancing towards us, gradation by shuffling half-step.
Then Kirsty turned her mind and said,"Well then, close the doorway and get off your pants. My slit 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 belt ammunition. His trousers dropped and he stepped out of them, then as he pulled at the sash of his underclothing, his operose stopcock sprang detached with all the zeal of a caged animal.
And with that, my aphrodisiacal blonde best Quaker and sometime fuck-buddy Kirsty became the pale, juicy nub in a Cohen sandwich. That meat was about to get a adept helping of white sauce too, judging by the frenzied pace of Simon's hips. His enthusiasm was infectious, and I don't blame him for being excited about the situation - no doubt the accurate fantasy of a bazaar few male child in our schooling - but if he blew his shipment too soon, it would mar the fun. Besides, he was drilling Kirsty's cunt so hard that her full body was moving forward, smashing her olfactory organ into my pubic pearl, which can't have been comfortable for her.
"Whoa there !"I cried."Relax, Si. bring it easy. You've… ugh, yeah… got one of the o.k. vages in the city at your disposal, so slow down feather and delight it. grab a smattering or two of that soaked ass, she likes that… Ooh !"My part went up an octave as her natural language on my button signalled her concord to this statement.
It seemed to do the trick. He seemed to awake up, and go much more alive to his situation. He took on that familiar expression of enjoy amazement : he was taking in the raw, stunning erotic stunner before him. Kirsty's wide, curve hips, centred around the fleshy tooth decay into which his dick was disappearing. Her narrow waist, perfectly placed for his workforce. The expanse of her pale back, with the swell at the edges that promised business firm, rounded mammaries. The bright blonde hairsbreadth, bobbing up and down.
He didn't stop there. As his gaze continued upwards, his reflection did not change. Yes, he was definitely looking at me with that like lust-charged gaze. My brother wanted to roll in the hay me, his own little Sister !
Our eyes locked, an electric blow of mutual actualisation lighting an explosive flaming of lust. Then he heard a sound behind him, turned, and leapt a foot in the air."turn ! ! ! What the shag are you doing here ? ! !"
"Wanking, of course,"I replied calmly."What the fuck does it look like."
My younger brother Rick was sat in what had become his regular recession, behind the door, the colored, dirty quoin of the room. He wore a pair of my cotton wool panties, crusted with several cum-stain patches, and with the gusset peeled aside, his dick spilled out of the side and into his pumping fist. We had also made him vesture one of my bras on this occasion, not because of any erotic look, 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 combining of the feminine fabric stretched around his male torso and his grammatical construction of chagrin above it would just have us in stitches.
Right now, his expression was one of despair combined with do-or-die motive. Despite now being the focal point of tending in the room, his fist did not stop pumping. He had been pleasuring himself continuously for a remarkably retentive time now, but such was our ascendency over our striver 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 edict from us ringing in his auricle :"You are not allowed to clean that jizz off your bridge player until tomorrow morning, you hear ?"“ Give me those panties ! You will go raw for the adjacent 2 hours."“ How dare you stand up ? ! Get back on your knees 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 kept woman'submissive lilliputian bitch, and he knew it.
But right now, I was in a greathearted mood."I think our slight knuckle down deserves a reward 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 lingua massaging mine. As she did so, she pulled me into the nitty-gritty of the elbow room, so that we were both kneeling, embraced, our boob pressed together.
Then she turned to front over her shoulder."fountainhead come on, kid. take in off the bra, get over here and make full 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 eagre that I think he missed the kickoff time, leaping at Kirsty's back and leaving his wang sticking out between her amphetamine second joint. I saw the bell-end protrude, then withdraw, and then heard the longsighted, most gratify groan as it entered the hot young love tunnel it yearned for. For several import, he rested like that, his buttock resting on the blonde girl's shoulder blade and her internal depths embracing his penis. Then ever so slowly, he pulled back and then thrust again, as if every centimetre of penetration was an experience to be individually savoured. In presence of him, his paramour's natural language continued to grapple and weigh on his sis's.
A small region of my brainpower was dimly aware of Simon's continued presence, and tried to process how to integrate him, but there was little capacity to think beyond the impulse, raw erotic power of the three-way triste already in progress. Kirsty broke off to plant delicate, sizzling, nuzzling kisses on my sore neck as her finger worked on my even more tender cunt.
Then something else was there at my opening, warm meat cleaving my pussy sassing, and hot male hint on my ear. That was when I realized that Kirsty had taken care of it. Her digit had not just been massaging my labia, but spreading it encompassing to see invitingly from behind, while her mouth on my neck had given her freedom to beckon with her eyes. I knew that sexually charged gaze well, but it was still a surprise and delight that it was all the convincing Simon needed to establish in all resistor and sample the incestuous delights of his footling sis'tight vagina.
And so the four-way tableau of pair off immature bodies was fill in. Amid the pushing of two eager Male pelvises, it became difficult to maintain the lip-lock without teeth smashing against each early, 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 practically as she felt emotionally, to make the sinful, incestuous symmetry complete.
Hips thrust, cocks pistoned, slit stretched to welcome them. As we all sweated with the joyful exertion of it, the elbow room permeated with the spicy perfume of refreshing sweat, and there yet another reminder of our taboo-breaking came into dramatic play, for the odor had that tingly familiar overtone. Even if we don't clear it nigh of the fourth dimension, our personal aromas 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 tongue was the now-familiar appreciation of Kirsty's lips, garnished with the sum up flavour of my own excited vagina. Touch, taste, smell, sight, every sense was animated with the crying crusade of a sis, two brothers and another sex-crazed teen goddess intertwined in four-way intimate congress.
It was an trice and an eternity before Simon leaned forward, pressed his chest against my cover, and growled,"Oh God, Rachel, I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum in your twat, sis. Oh God, your pussy is so hot !"
"Yes !"Kirsty gasped."Cum in your baby. fill our pussies with your hot cum. My… Oh God. I'm cumming too. Aaahhh !"
And she pressed her rim on mine so hard it almost bruised, her aggressive natural language forcing its way right to the cover of my pharynx, leaving no doubt the illicit rush of this incestuous laugher was ramping up her sex driving force massively. She was an only tiddler, so to her it can only have been an wind up musical theme, unburdened with the mess of any daily fundamental interaction with real number siblings.
For me, the reality of it was even more vivid. My coming came as an almost physical heat energy, spreading out from my slick loins to my furthest appendage, like a full-body rosiness at the shame of breaking such a fundamental taboo. Pleasure spilled through me, as if my torso itself tried to resist, but could not stanch the torrent of orgasmic joy. The scream of sheer joy that erupted from my mouth would surely have alerted the entire locality, had it not been muffled by my girl-friend's midst tongue filling my unwritten cavity.
As Kirsty and I collapsed limply, I found myself only an inch from her spasming labia, liberally basted with wrick's sperm. I felt boost splashing as my brothers anointed the smooth-skinned maze of nubile girls with their sec and thirdly burst of ejaculate.
I looked up to see my siblings still kneeling over us, their faces split by massive grin."Okay, get out now,"I mumbled exhaustedly, and despite the lack of any authority in my part, they obeyed.
Before standing up though, St. Simon took a smattering of Kirsty's long, smooth blonde hairsbreadth and used it to wipe off his softening dick, letting the now jizz-matted fibril wax back to land on their proprietor's flabby, red-faced 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 plunge into her congregation myself, licking up the mingled intimate juice deposited there. I had no immediate itch to engage in further social intercourse right now, it just seemed a shame to run off those cover girl secretion. I realized then that I had grown to not just enjoy, but love the discernment of semen, and especially the rash portmanteau word to be found inside a freshly fucked pussy.
And so we lay there, two beautiful teen cum-sluts lapping at each early's vaginas and the leavings of two teenage boy who had come from the Saami vagina. And the leavings of my Church Father. That made me question slightly about moving up the Sir Ernst Boris Chain myself, but for the moment I was content. In a while, I knew the stimulation would have us gear up to go again, and the pace of our nibbles and licks would increase, but for now, being intertwined with my blonde fuck-friend with a tasty jizz-snack between her wooden leg was enough .
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