Rachel 'S Shaved Kitty-Cat F


Cum-Swallowing, Erotica, Group-Sex, Hardcore, Humiliation, Lesbian, Oral-Sex, Teen, Threesome, Transvestite, Young
Of row, getting regularly showered with my head-teacher 's jizz didn't stop my other intimate activeness. I was having far too a great deal fun. I cast my net far and wide, notice eager collaborator 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, stories so exciting that they usually led to our own frantic sexual relation. I was still a piddling 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 preference of her juicy pussy.
Experimentation was always on the agendum too. devotee - usually men - would try to cement our affections with giving, and although we discouraged it, a fair few new self-will ended up in our hands, including quite a lot of sex toys. Dildos and strap-ons in a variety of size, sexy underclothes with gap in entertaining shoes, application, muzzle and blindfolds, handlock, clinch, whips…
Because we were suspicious of giving others exempt rein to their urges without our ascendency though, we made a power point of taking the sundry devices away to test first, and the close relationship Kirsty and I had made it an ideal environment for safe experiment. Soon, our brush were accepted as rule ground for inventive debauchery… including public sex.
Which is why I found myself in our kitchen, on my human knee, lips on her cunt and moving feverishly, when my crony came in. Not my younger brother Richard ( who would be in his room now, waiting tensely for a bit of fun later ) but my older brother Simon. And the keen thing was that he couldn't see me.
At that exact minute, I was under the counter-top, the front of Kirsty's slutty curt miniskirt resting on my forehead, so it looked like she was just standing there at the counter, breathing unusually heavily.
I could hear his voice, but with my tending elsewhere and my hearing muffled by my billet, 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 find out the tenuous waggle in her representative. 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 usual to start with, as she often is when trying something new, but now her kitty-cat was positively gushing, and I relished the spicy flavour as I lapped it up.
A few to a greater extent words were exchanged, then I heard the kitchen door close. Immediately, Kirsty grabbed the back of my head and pressed it inwards, signalling me to ca-ca my terminal attack. My spit dived in, penetrating as far as I could strive, with a finger up her bottom for sound measure, and within seconds she was convulsing, her slit squeezing my tongue in delirious 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 got a core 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 mini ? ! And also, you, jogging ? !"
Kirsty shrugged."He seemed to accept it. He suggested I have a drunkenness 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 Canaanite ? I suppose he has a decent flesh. He's a sporty kind of guy. Is that why you got all juicy when he turned up ? Your kitty was so wet !"I smiled lasciviously."I bet you'd love to get his dick inside you."
"And you'd honey 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 sight of aphrodisiac fun dominating him, dictating his every climax and denying or delaying his satisfaction while he watched me at my virtually erotic before his very eyes. He had even watched me with Kirsty, who had asserted her own tycoon over him, making him our shared gripe. I knew that full insight would find eventually with Ricky, but I wanted to establish to it, maximising the exhilaration to be had from it.
And yes, Kirsty talked me round. We started to make architectural plan 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 democratic with the peeress. You'll have to figure out on him."
So, she started flaunting herself more in front of him, wearing less and belittled clothes as she wandered round our house. A couple of clock time, she bent over to cull things up, making trusted to give him a full upskirt sight of her panty-covered bum and camel-toe. early time, she showed plenty to make it clear she wasn't wearing underwear. 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 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 think about Kirsty's sexy body, and Kirsty having sex. Let me secern you, she was amazing at it, and he must possess been going dotty with desire. That was what we needed : a wild Simon, whose desire was so strong that it could sweep over 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 uncomplicated. All we had to do was allow the threshold all-embracing open and waiting for him to add up by. I sat on the floor, back to the wall, facing the door, with my branch wide apart. Kirsty, naked as I was, crouched in nominal head of me, diving face-first into my genitalia. In this spot, her knees apart, her beautiful bald pussycat could not take in been better displayed to somebody standing at the entrance to my room. I laid a hand on the book binding of her nous, closed my eyes, and gave full voice to the sensations caused by the relief of her gifted tongue.
With the room access undefendable across-the-board, there was no way Simon could not listen. Once he heard, being a male, there was no way he could not look into. Once he saw the pure erotica of two nubile Young houri in full phase of the moon intimate congress before his very eyes, having a libido, there was no way he could obviate being spellbind, or his genitals engorging and pressing at the front of his drawers. This dearest ambush was baited with the purest ‘ honey ’, and he was powerless to escape it.
I saw him, of course, but pretended not to, at number 1. A wring of my hired man on Kirsty's hair conveyed the message : target acquired. We continued the show for another match of minutes, and I don't think he even realized he was slowly advancing towards us, step by shuffling half-step.
Then Kirsty turned her head and said,"fountainhead then, close the door and ask off your pants. My pussy is aching to be filled."And with that, she turned her tending 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 threshold closed, and undid his belt. His trouser dropped and he stepped out of them, then as he pulled at the waistband of his underwear, his backbreaking cock sprang free with all the readiness of a cage animal.
And with that, my sexy blond substantially Friend and sometime fuck-buddy Kirsty became the picket, juicy meat in a Cohen sandwich. That meat was about to get a practiced helping of white sauce too, judging by the delirious yard of Simon's hips. His enthusiasm was infectious, and I don't blame him for being excited about the situation - no doubt the exact fantasy of a bonnie few son in our school - but if he blew his load too soon, it would mollycoddle the fun. Besides, he was drilling Kirsty's cunt so hard that her stallion body was moving forward, smashing her olfactory organ into my pubic bone, which can't have been comfortable for her.
"Whoa there !"I cried."Relax, Si. aim it easy. You've… ugh, yeah… got one of the hunky-dory vages in the city at your garbage disposal, so wearisome pile and enjoy it. Grab a handful or two of that tight ass, she likes that… Ooh !"My voice went up an octave as her clapper on my clit signalled her agreement to this statement.
It seemed to do the legerdemain. He seemed to wake up, and become much more awake to his post. He took on that familiar look of delighted amazement : he was taking in the raw, stunning titillating beauty before him. Kirsty's extensive, curl hips, centred around the overweight cavity into which his pecker was disappearing. Her specialize waist, perfectly placed for his hands. The expanse of her picket back, with the swell at the bound that promised house, rounded mammaries. The sheeny blond hair, bobbing up and down.
He didn't layover there. As his gaze continued upwards, his aspect did not change. Yes, he was definitely looking at me with that same lust-charged gaze. My brother wanted to do it me, his own trivial sister !
Our eyes locked, an electric automobile electrical shock of mutual realization lighting an volatile fire of lust. Then he heard a audio behind him, turned, and leapt a metrical unit in the air."RICK ! ! ! What the fuck 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 habitue corner, behind the door, the darkest, dingiest corner of the room. He wore a couplet of my cotton step-in, crusted with several cum-stain patches, and with the gusset peeled aside, his dick spilled out of the side and into his pumping clenched fist. We had also made him fall apart one of my bras on this function, not because of any erotic facial expression, but just because we found it fucking hilarious. To be honest, we didn't do it very often, partly because it stretched and distorted the bra to a head where it was unusable from then on, but the combination of the feminine cloth stretched around his male trunk and his construction of mortification above it would just have us in stitches.
Right now, his grammatical construction was one of despair combined with dire need. Despite now being the nidus of attention in the way, his fist did not stop pumping. He had been pleasuring himself continuously for a remarkably tenacious time now, but such was our control 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 elbow room, often with some arbitrary ordination from us ringing in his ears :"You are not allowed to clean that jizz off your manus until tomorrow morning time, you hear ?"“ Give me those panties ! You will go raw for the adjacent 2 hours."“ How daring 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 picayune bitch, and he knew it.
But right now, I was in a magnanimous mode."I think our trivial buckle down deserves a payoff for good behaviour. How about you, Kirsty ?"
Kirsty pretended to believe 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 plaza of the way, so that we were both kneeling, embraced, our bosom pressed together.
Then she turned to look over her shoulder."Well come on, kid. Take off the bra, get over here and fill my cunt !"
It was the moment he had been waiting for, the bit we had teased and denied him for so long. He was so eagre that I think he missed the first time, 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 farsighted, most satisfied groan as it entered the hot young love tunnel it yearned for. For several moments, he rested like that, his nerve resting on the blonde girl's articulatio humeri blade and her inner profoundness 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 figurehead of him, his doxy's tongue continued to grapple and compact on his baby's.
A small voice of my psyche was murkily aware of Simon the Canaanite's continued presence, and tried to treat how to integrate him, but there was fiddling capacity to mean beyond the pulsing, raw erotic power of the three-way triste already in progress. Kirsty broke off to works delicate, sizzling, nuzzling osculation on my sensitive cervix as her fingers worked on my even more sensitive cunt.
Then something else was there at my scuttle, fond core cleaving my pussy lips, and hot male breather 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 across-the-board to view invitingly from behind, while her mouth on my neck had given her freedom to beckon with her oculus. 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 taste the incestuous delights of his little sis'tight vagina.
And so the four-way tableau of pair off young bodies was gross. Amid the pushing of two aegir male pelvises, it became unmanageable to maintain the lip-lock without teeth 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 make the sinful, incestuous proportion complete.
pelvis jab, dick pistoned, pussies stretched to receive them. As we all sweated with the joyful exertion of it, the room permeated with the spicy aroma of fresh hidrosis, and there yet another reminder of our taboo-breaking came into play, for the odor had that tingly companion partial. Even if we don't gain it nearly of the time, our personal aromas are always there, and here the experiences of intense, passionate ass were blended with smells that had surrounded me every day since birth. On my tongue was the now-familiar taste of Kirsty's mouth, garnished with the added tang of my own aroused vagina. Touch, taste, smell, sight, every sense was active with the insistent parkway of a sister, two brothers and another sex-crazed teen goddess intertwined in four-way sexual congress.
It was an heartbeat and an timeless existence before Simon leaned forward, pressed his pectus against my backbone, and growled,"Oh God, Rachel, I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum in your pussy, sis. Oh God, your pussy is so hot !"
"Yes !"Kirsty gasped."Cum in your sister. Fill our pussy with your hot semen. My… Oh God. I'm cumming too. Aaahhh !"
And she pressed her lips on mine so heavily it almost bruised, her aggressive tongue forcing its way rightfulness to the rachis of my throat, leaving no doubt the illicit quiver of this incestuous romp was ramping up her sex crusade massively. She was an only when child, so to her it can only have been an shake theme, unburden with the mess of any everyday interaction with veridical siblings.
For me, the realism of it was even Thomas More vivid. My climax came as an almost physical heat, spreading out from my slick loins to my uttermost member, like a full-body blush at the shame of breaking such a fundamental taboo. delight spilled through me, as if my consistence itself tried to resist, but could not stem the torrent of orgasmic joy. The belly laugh of sheer joy that erupted from my mouth would surely have alerted the entire neighborhood, had it not been muffled by my girl-friend's thick tongue filling my viva voce 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 further splash as my brothers anointed the smooth-skinned maze of nubile fille with their second and third blowup of ejaculate.
I looked up to see my sibling still kneeling over us, their faces split by massive grins."okay, get out now,"I mumbled exhaustedly, and despite the deficiency of any authority in my voice, they obeyed.
Before standing up though, Simon took a handful of Kirsty's long, smooth blonde hair's-breadth and used it to pass over off his softening dick, letting the now jizz-matted chain wide-cut back to land on their possessor's mild, level brass."See you at dinner,"he said insolently as he grabbed his pants.
We lay there for a few minutes, enjoying the gentle, glowing wake of what had just happened. Then her tongue between my legs prompted me to plunge into her plica myself, licking up the mingled sexual succus deposited there. I had no immediate urge to absorb in further intercourse right now, it just seemed a pity to lay waste to those lovely secretion. I realized then that I had grown to not just enjoy, but love the preference 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 leavings of two teenage boy who had come from the same vagina. And the leavings of my father. That made me wonder slightly about moving up the mountain chain myself, but for the moment I was contentedness. In a while, I knew the foreplay would feature us cook 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 legs was enough .
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