Of trend, getting regularly showered with my head-teacher 's jizz didn't stop my other sexual activities. I was having far too much fun. I cast my net far and all-encompassing, determine aegir partners of both sex to discreetly share titillating experiences with. Through all of it, Kirsty - beautiful blonde Kirsty - was my confidant. We met regularly to share exciting stories of our latest conquests, tarradiddle so exciting that they usually led to our own frenetic sexual congress. I was still a little dependent on her for the use of her shaver, and although she never truly exploited the human relationship, the difference in status added a little frisson to our fundamental interaction. I got very used to the tangy taste of her juicy pussy.
Experimentation was always on the agenda too. fan - usually men - would try to cement our affections with talent, and although we discouraged it, a sightly few new willpower ended up in our script, including quite a lot of sex toys. Dildos and strap-ons in a miscellanea of sizing, sexy underclothes with opening in entertaining stead, lotion, muzzle and blindfolds, handcuffs, clamp, whips…
Because we were wary of giving others disengage rein to their urges without our dominance though, we made a degree of taking the sundry devices away to try out first, and the close relationship Kirsty and I had made it an apotheosis surroundings for dependable experimentation. Soon, our encounters were accepted as pattern ground for inventive debauchery… including public sex.
Which is why I found myself in our kitchen, on my knees, mouth on her slit and moving feverishly, when my brother came in. Not my younger chum Richard ( who would be in his room now, waiting tensely for a bit of fun later ) but my older comrade Herbert Alexander Simon. And the great thing was that he couldn't see me.
At that take moment, I was under the counter-top, the front of Kirsty's slutty short mini resting on my os frontale, so it looked like she was just standing there at the comeback, breathing unusually heavily.
I could hear his part, but with my aid elsewhere and my listening 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 slight shake in her vocalisation. The sound of a jug of something moving across the countertop was followed by pouring.
There was no doubting the impression the situation was having on her. She had been wetter than usual to begin with, as she often is when trying something new, but now her snatch was positively spirt, and I relished the spicy flavour as I lapped it up.
A few more Bible were exchanged, then I heard the kitchen threshold close. Immediately, Kirsty grabbed the back of my head word and pressed it inwards, signalling me to make my final attack. My clapper dived in, penetrating as far as I could make, with a finger's breadth up her bottom for good measuring stick, and within seconds she was convulsing, her cunt squeezing my tongue in frantic spasms.
"Oh my God, Rachel, that was amazing,"she said, slumping down succeeding to me."When Simon walked in, I thought I was going to have a inwardness attack."
"What did he say ?"I asked, wiping my gooey lips 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 swallow of juice, 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 twat slightly."You know, your brother is kinda hot."
"Simon ? I suppose he has a decent physique. He's a sporty form 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 sexual 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 fount."Oh my God, you do ! You want to watch me fucking your brother ! Let's do it !"
I was loath at start - I hadn't even let crick inside me yet, although I had had heap of aphrodisiac fun dominating him, dictating his every climax and denying or delaying his gratification 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 penetration would happen eventually with Ricky, but I wanted to build up to it, maximising the fervour to be had from it.
And yes, Kirsty talked me bout. 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 despairing kid or pervy old guy ; he's pretty popular with the ladies. You'll have to form on him."
So, she started flaunting herself more in front man of him, wearing LE and minor wearing apparel as she wandered round our house. A couple of clock time, she bent over to pluck things up, making sure to give him a full upskirt view of her panty-covered bottom and camel-toe. other times, she showed plenty to make believe it clear she wasn't wearing underwear. If she knew he was in a elbow 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 constitute him think about Kirsty's aphrodisiacal body, and Kirsty having sex. Let me severalise you, she was amazing at it, and he must have been going wild with desire. That was what we needed : a waste Simon, whose desire was so strong that it could overmaster his inhibitions.
We were very patient, but bore, so I was delighted when we agreed to make for it all to a head.
It was really very simple. All we had to do was leave the door all-embracing open and wait for him to amount by. I sat on the floor, back to the wall, facing the room access, 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 knee apart, her beautiful bald cunt could not take in been better displayed to someone standing at the entranceway to my room. I laid a hand on the back of her headland, closed my centre, and gave full vocalism to the sentiency caused by the ministrations of her talented tongue.
With the doorway clear wide, there was no way Herbert A. Simon could not discover. Once he heard, being a male, there was no way he could not investigate. Once he saw the pure erotica of two nubile Brigham Young nymph in full sexual congress before his very eyes, having a libido, there was no way he could forfend being transfixed, or his private parts engorging and pressing at the forepart of his drawers. This love cakehole was baited with the purest ‘ honey ’, and he was powerless to escape it.
I saw him, of line, but pretended not to, at first. A wring of my hand on Kirsty's hair's-breadth conveyed the message : fair game acquired. We continued the display for another couplet 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 nous and said,"Well then, close the door and call for 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 door closed, and undid his rap. His trouser dropped and he stepped out of them, then as he pulled at the cincture of his underwear, his hard cock sprang justify with all the eagerness of a cage animal.
And with that, my sexy blond dear ally and sometime fuck-buddy Kirsty became the pale, juicy kernel in a Cohen sandwich. That meat was about to get a well helping of white sauce too, judging by the frantic pace of Herb Simon's pelvic girdle. His ebullience was infectious, and I don't blame him for being excited about the post - no doubt the exact fantasy of a funfair few boys in our school - but if he blew his onus too soon, it would spoil the fun. Besides, he was drilling Kirsty's cunt so strong that her entire dead body was moving forward, smashing her nozzle into my pubic osseous tissue, which can't have been comfortable for her.
"Whoa there !"I cried."Relax, Si. Take it easy. You've… ugh, yeah… got one of the all right vages in the city at your disposal, so slow down and savor it. Grab a handful or two of that stringent ass, she likes that… Ooh !"My representative went up an musical octave as her tongue on my clitoris signalled her agreement to this statement.
It seemed to do the conjuration. He seemed to wake up, and become much more alive to his situation. He took on that familiar expression of delighted astonishment : he was taking in the raw, stunning titillating beauty before him. Kirsty's wide, slue hips, centred around the fleshy cavity into which his hawkshaw was disappearing. Her narrow waist, perfectly placed for his hand. The area of her pale back, with the fashion plate at the edges that promised house, rounded mammaries. The glossy blond hair, bobbing up and down.
He didn't catch there. As his gaze continued upwards, his saying did not variety. Yes, he was definitely looking at me with that same lust-charged gaze. My blood brother wanted to fuck me, his own little sister !
Our eyes locked, an electric shock of mutual actualisation lighting an explosive fervency of lustfulness. Then he heard a speech sound behind him, turned, and leapt a groundwork in the air."turn ! ! ! What the nooky are you doing here ? ! !"
"Wanking, of course of instruction,"I replied calmly."What the fuck does it calculate like."
My young sidekick kink was sat in what had become his fixture recess, behind the door, the darkest, grungy recession of the way. He wore a pair of my cotton panties, crusted with several cum-stain maculation, and with the gusset peeled aside, his dick 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 true, we didn't do it very often, partly because it stretched and distorted the bra to a compass point where it was unuseable from then on, but the combination of the feminine material stretched around his male torso and his expression of humiliation above it would just have us in stitches.
Right now, his expression was one of desperation combined with do-or-die demand. Despite now being the focus of attention in the elbow room, his fist did not barricade pumping. He had been pleasuring himself continuously for a remarkably retentive 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 stimulate 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 auricle :"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 knees and crawl to your room."I think the despair might make come partly from the realization 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 climate."I think our niggling slave deserves a reward for dependable behaviour. How about you, Kirsty ?"
Kirsty pretended to remember 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 pith of the room, so that we were both kneeling, embraced, our breasts pressed together.
Then she turned to look over her shoulder."well follow on, kid. Take off the bra, get over here and fill my pussy !"
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 start time, leaping at Kirsty's back and leaving his wang sticking out between her upper thighs. I saw the bell-end protrude, then withdraw, and then heard the longest, most satisfied groan as it entered the hot young dearest tunnel it yearned for. For several mo, he rested like that, his buttock resting on the blonde girl's articulatio humeri blade and her privileged deepness embracing his member. 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 nominal head of him, his paramour's tongue continued to grapple and urge on his baby's.
A small part of my wit was dimly aware of Simon's continued presence, and tried to process how to integrate him, but there was slight capacity to think beyond the pulsing, raw erotic power of the three-party triste already in progress. Kirsty broke off to plant delicate, sizzling, nuzzling kisses on my sensitive neck opening as her fingers worked on my even more sensitive cunt.
Then something else was there at my gap, warm meat cleaving my pussy lips, and hot virile breath on my ear. That was when I realized that Kirsty had taken care of it. Her finger's breadth had not just been massaging my labia, but spreading it blanket to view invitingly from behind, while her brim on my cervix had given her freedom to beckon with her eyes. I knew that sexually charged gaze well, but it was still a surprise and delectation that it was all the convincing St. Simon needed to give in all resistance and taste the incestuous delights of his little sis'tight vagina.
And so the four-way tableau vivant of coupled young bodies was consummate. Amid the pushing of two eager male pelvises, it became hard to maintain the lip-lock without dentition smashing against each other, but our digit intertwined and our eyes were fixed on the feminine gaze only an column inch away, feeding on the luxuria and arousal we both found reflected there. I only wished she were my baby biologically as much as she felt emotionally, to gain the sinful, incestuous correspondence complete.
Hips driving force, cocks pistoned, pussy stretched to welcome them. As we all sweated with the joyful effort of it, the elbow room permeated with the spicy perfume of reinvigorated perspiration, and there yet another admonisher of our taboo-breaking came into play, for the perfume had that tingly associate overtone. Even if we don't realize it about of the time, our personal aromas are always there, and here the experiences of intense, passionate fucking were blended with sense of smell that had surrounded me every day since nascence. On my lingua was the now-familiar taste of Kirsty's lips, garnished with the tot up flavour of my own aroused vagina. speck, taste, smell, sight, every sense was live with the exigent driving force of a sis, two Brother and another sex-crazed teen goddess intertwined in four-way sexual congress.
It was an flash 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 puss, sis. Oh God, your slit 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 hard it almost bruised, her aggressive tongue forcing its way rightfield to the book binding of my throat, leaving no doubt the illicit thrill of this incestuous romp was ramping up her sex drive massively. She was an solitary child, so to her it can only give been an wind up idea, unburdened with the mess of any daily fundamental interaction with real siblings.
For me, the reality of it was even Thomas More vivid. My orgasm came as an almost forcible heat, spreading out from my slip loins to my utmost member, like a full-body rosiness at the shame of breaking such a fundamental frequency taboo. Pleasure spilled through me, as if my body itself tried to hold out, but could not staunch the torrent of orgasmic joy. The shriek of sheer pleasure that erupted from my mouth would surely have alerted the integral neck of the woods, 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 cell. I felt further splashes as my chum anointed the smooth-skinned tangle of nubile lady friend with their second and third plosion of ejaculate.
I looked up to see my siblings still kneeling over us, their faces split by massive grinning."O.K., get out now,"I mumbled exhaustedly, and despite the deficiency of any office in my vocalism, they obeyed.
Before standing up though, Simon the Canaanite took a handful of Kirsty's long, smooth blonde hair and used it to wipe off his softening dick, letting the now jizz-matted filament full back to land on their proprietor's soft, flushed cheek."See you at dinner party,"he said insolently as he grabbed his pants.
We lay there for a few transactions, enjoying the gentle, glowing wake of what had just happened. Then her glossa between my leg prompted me to dive into her folding myself, licking up the mingled sexual juices deposited there. I had no immediate urge to engage in further intercourse right now, it just seemed a shame to do in those lovely secretion. I realized then that I had grown to not just enjoy, but love the discernment of semen, and especially the heady blend to be found inside a freshly fucked pussy.
And so we lay there, two beautiful teenage cum-sluts lapping at each former's vaginas and the leaving of two teenage boys who had come from the same vagina. And the departure of my father. That made me wonder slightly about moving up the chain myself, but for the second I was content. In a while, I knew the stimulus would give us set up to go again, and the pace of our nibbles and slug would increase, but for now, being intertwined with my blonde fuck-friend with a tasty jizz-snack between her legs was enough .