Rachel 'S Shaved Pussy F


Cum-Swallowing, Erotica, Group-Sex, Hardcore, Humiliation, Lesbian, Oral-Sex, Teen, Threesome, Transvestite, Young
Of grade, getting regularly showered with my head-teacher 's jizz didn't stop my other intimate activities. I was having far too very much fun. I cast my net far and wide, get eagre pardner of both genders to discreetly percentage erotic experiences with. Through all of it, Kirsty - beautiful blonde Kirsty - was my confidant. We met regularly to part exciting stories of our up-to-the-minute conquests, write up so exciting that they usually led to our own frantic intercourse. I was still a little dependant on her for the use of her kid, and although she never truly exploited the relationship, the difference in condition added a little frisson to our fundamental interaction. I got very used to the lemonlike gustatory modality of her juicy pussy.
Experimentation was always on the docket too. Lovers - usually men - would try to cement our affections with gifts, and although we discouraged it, a bonny few new will power ended up in our men, including quite a lot of sex toys. Dildos and strap-ons in a variety of sizes, sexy underwear with gaps in entertaining places, lotion, muzzle and blindfolds, handlock, clamps, whips…
Because we were leery of giving others free rein to their urge without our control condition though, we made a percentage point of taking the sundry devices away to examine first, and the close relationship Kirsty and I had made it an ideal environs for safe experimentation. Soon, our coming upon were accepted as rule earth for imaginative debauchery… including public sex.
Which is why I found myself in our kitchen, on my articulatio genus, lips on her cunt and moving feverishly, when my brother came in. Not my younger pal Richard ( who would be in his elbow room now, waiting tensely for a bit of fun later ) but my older brother Simon the Zealot. And the great thing was that he couldn't see me.
At that exact moment, I was under the counter-top, the front 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 get wind his voice, but with my tending elsewhere and my hearing muffled by my perspective, I couldn't make out what he said. Kirsty tried to bear on 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 listen the slight shingle in her voice. The phone of a jug of something moving across the countertop was followed by pouring.
There was no doubting the effect the spot 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 flavour as I lapped it up.
A few more words were exchanged, then I heard the kitchen door close. Immediately, Kirsty grabbed the spine of my head and pressed it inwards, signalling me to make my terminal attack. My spit dived in, penetrating as far as I could reach, with a finger's breadth up her bottom for good meter, and within bit she was convulsing, her cunt squeezing my tongue in delirious spasms.
"Oh my God, Rachel, that was amazing,"she said, slumping down next to me."When Marvin Neil Simon walked in, I thought I was going to have a affectionateness attack."
"What did he say ?"I asked, wiping my icky 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 drink of juice, and passed me the jug. I kinda felt like I had to concur. Then he said he had things to do, and left."She paused, idly fingering her twat slightly."You know, your buddy is kinda hot."
"Herbert Alexander Simon ? I suppose he has a decent bod. He's a flashy variety of guy. Is that why you got all juicy when he turned up ? Your snatch was so wet !"I smiled lasciviously."I bet you'd love to get his dick inside you."
"And you'd honey to watch over,"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 determine me fucking your pal ! Let's do it !"
I was reluctant at first - I hadn't even let Rick inside me yet, although I had had plenty of sexy fun dominating him, dictating his every orgasm and denying or delaying his satisfaction while he watched me at my near erotic before his very eyes. He had even watched me with Kirsty, who had asserted her own might over him, making him our shared bitch. I knew that full penetration would pass eventually with Ricky, but I wanted to progress to it, maximising the excitement to be had from it.
And yes, Kirsty talked me round. We started to have plans 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 Lady. 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 couple of times, she bent over to pick things up, making sure to give him a good upskirt view of her panty-covered bottom and camel-toe. Other times, she showed plenty to make it clear she wasn't wearing underwear. If she knew he was in a elbow room, she would nip her teat 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 wee him think about Kirsty's aphrodisiacal body, and Kirsty having sex. Let me secernate you, she was amazing at it, and he must let been going tempestuous with desire. That was what we needed : a gaga Simon, whose desire was so firm that it could overpower his inhibitions.
We were very patient, but bore, so I was delighted when we agreed to land it all to a head.
It was really very simple. All we had to do was exit the door wide open air and wait for him to occur by. I sat on the storey, back to the bulwark, 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 attitude, her articulatio genus apart, her beautiful denuded kitty-cat could not take in been better displayed to someone standing at the entrance to my room. I laid a hand on the vertebral column of her mind, closed my middle, and gave replete vocalisation to the sensations caused by the ministrations of her talented tongue.
With the door open blanket, there was no way Simon could not take heed. Once he heard, being a male person, there was no way he could not investigate. Once he saw the pure erotica of two nubile untested nymphs in wide-cut sexual congress before his very eyes, having a libido, there was no way he could avert being transfixed, or his privates engorging and pressing at the strawman of his pants. This honey sand trap was baited with the gross ‘ honey ’, and he was powerless to escape it.
I saw him, of line, but pretended not to, at first gear. A squeeze play of my manus on Kirsty's hair conveyed the message : target acquired. We continued the show for another pair of minutes, and I don't think he even realized he was slowly advancing towards us, dance step by shuffling half-step.
Then Kirsty turned her drumhead and said,"Well then, close the door and take off your drawers. My snatch is aching to be filled."And with that, she turned her attention 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 belt. His pant dropped and he stepped out of them, then as he pulled at the waistband of his underwear, his hard stopcock sprang free with all the zeal of a caged animal.
And with that, my sexy blonde dependable friend and sometime fuck-buddy Kirsty became the pale, juicy meat in a Cohen sandwich. That meat was about to get a sound helping of snowy sauce too, judging by the frantic pace of Simon's hips. His enthusiasm was infectious, and I don't blame him for being excited about the situation - no doubtfulness the exact fantasy of a bonny few boys in our shoal - but if he blew his load too soon, it would spoil the fun. Besides, he was drilling Kirsty's snatch so firmly that her entire body was moving forward, smashing her nose into my pubic bone, 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 garbage disposal, so tiresome down and revel it. Grab a handful or two of that tight ass, she likes that… Ooh !"My voice went up an octave as her tongue on my clit signalled her agreement to this statement.
It seemed to do the magic trick. He seemed to wake up, and become much more alive to his place. He took on that companion expression of revel amazement : he was taking in the raw, stunning erotic beauty before him. Kirsty's wide of the mark, curved hips, centred around the fleshy cavity into which his dick was disappearing. Her narrow waist, perfectly placed for his work force. The expanse of her pale back, with the fop at the bound that promised firm, rounded mammaries. The sheeny blond hair, bobbing up and down.
He didn't stop there. As his regard continued upwards, his expression did not change. Yes, he was definitely looking at me with that Same lust-charged gaze. My Brother wanted to jazz me, his own picayune sister !
Our eye locked, an electric shock of common realization lighting an explosive firing of lust. Then he heard a audio behind him, turned, and leapt a foot in the air."RICK ! ! ! What the fuck are you doing here ? ! !"
"Wanking, of course of instruction,"I replied calmly."What the fuck does it take care like."
My untested blood brother hayrick was sat in what had become his steady box, behind the door, the drear, muddied corner of the room. He wore a twain of my cotton panties, crusted with several cum-stain while, and with the inset peeled aside, his dick spilled out of the side and into his pumping fist. We had also made him tire out one of my bras on this occasion, not because of any titillating prospect, 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 tip where it was unserviceable from then on, but the compounding of the feminine textile stretched around his male torso and his expression of mortification above it would just throw us in stitches.
Right now, his expression was one of despair combined with desperate need. Despite now being the nidus of attention in the room, his fist did not hold on pumping. He had been pleasuring himself continuously for a remarkably foresightful 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 monastic order from us ringing in his ears :"You are not allowed to clean that jizz off your hand until tomorrow morning, you hear ?"“ Give me those panty ! You will go bare for the future 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 actualisation that this degradation was not dampening his arousal but enhancing it. He was becoming his mistresses'submissive little bitch, and he knew it.
But right now, I was in a magnanimous mood."I think our little knuckle down deserves a reward for good doings. How about you, Kirsty ?"
Kirsty pretended to conceive about it."Well, he has done everything we ordered without fail. And now that I have had one chum, 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 nub of the room, so that we were both kneeling, embraced, our breasts 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 instant he had been waiting for, the moment we had teased and denied him for so long. He was so bore that I think he missed the first of all sentence, leaping at Kirsty's back and leaving his wang sticking out between her upper second joint. I saw the bell-end protrude, then withdraw, and then heard the longsighted, most satisfied moan as it entered the hot young love tunnel it yearned for. For several moments, he rested like that, his cheek resting on the blonde girl's shoulder blade and her inner 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 front of him, his courtesan's clapper continued to grapple and beseech on his babe's.
A little voice of my mastermind was dimly aware of Simon's continued presence, and tried to process how to integrate him, but there was little capacity to opine beyond the impulse, raw titillating power of the three-way triste already in forward motion. Kirsty broke off to plant delicate, sizzling, nuzzling kisses on my sensitive neck as her finger's breadth worked on my even more spiritualist cunt.
Then something else was there at my opening, warm meat cleaving my pussy lip, and hot male breath on my ear. That was when I realized that Kirsty had taken care of it. Her finger had not just been massaging my labia, but spreading it wide to view invitingly from behind, while her backtalk on my cervix 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 Marvin Neil Simon needed to apply in all underground and try out the incestuous pleasure of his little sis'tight vagina.
And so the four-way tableau vivant of match untried bodies was complete. Amid the pushing of two eager male pelvises, it became difficult to maintain the lip-lock without tooth smashing against each early, but our fingers intertwined and our oculus were fixed on the feminine gaze only an inch away, feeding on the lustfulness and arousal we both found reflected there. I only wished she were my babe biologically as practically as she felt emotionally, to make believe the sinful, incestuous symmetry complete.
Hips jabbing, putz pistoned, slit stretched to receive them. As we all sweated with the elated exertion of it, the room permeated with the spicy perfume of fresh perspiration, and there yet another monitor of our taboo-breaking came into bid, for the aroma had that tingly familiar spirit partial. Even if we don't gain it most of the time, our personal olfactory property are always there, and here the experiences of vivid, passionate fucking were blended with smells that had surrounded me every day since birth. On my tongue was the now-familiar gustatory perception of Kirsty's lips, garnished with the tot nip of my own perk up vagina. Touch, discernment, smell, sight, every sense was alive with the clamant drive of a sister, two buddy and another sex-crazed adolescent goddess intertwined in four-way sexual congress.
It was an instant and an eternity before Marvin Neil Simon leaned forward, pressed his thorax against my back, and growled,"Oh God, Rachel, I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum in your pussy, sis. Oh God, your twat is so hot !"
"Yes !"Kirsty gasped."Cum in your sister. fill our pussies with your hot seminal fluid. My… Oh God. I'm cumming too. Aaahhh !"
And she pressed her lips on mine so operose it almost bruised, her aggressive tongue forcing its way right to the vertebral column of my pharynx, leaving no doubt the illicit thrill of this incestuous romp was ramping up her sex movement massively. She was an merely child, so to her it can only take in been an exciting idea, unburdened with the mountain of any day-to-day interactions with rattling siblings.
For me, the world of it was even more vivid. My orgasm came as an almost physical heating plant, spreading out from my slick loins to my furthest appendage, like a full-body blush at the shame of breaking such a fundamental taboo. Pleasure spilled through me, as if my soundbox itself tried to withstand, but could not stanch the torrent of orgasmic joy. The wow of sheer pleasance that erupted from my mouth would surely have alerted the integral neighbourhood, had it not been muffled by my girl-friend's midst tongue filling my oral cavity.
As Kirsty and I collapsed limply, I found myself only an column inch from her spasming labia, liberally basted with haystack's sperm cell. I felt promote splashes as my sidekick anointed the smooth-skinned tangle of nubile girls with their second and tertiary blowup of ejaculate.
I looked up to see my siblings still kneeling over us, their faces split by massive smiling."Okay, get out now,"I mumbled exhaustedly, and despite the want of any authority in my voice, they obeyed.
Before standing up though, Simon took a handful of Kirsty's long, legato blonde hair and used it to wipe off his softening hawkshaw, letting the now jizz-matted fibril full back to estate on their possessor's soft, rosy boldness."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 spit between my legs prompted me to dive into her bend myself, licking up the mingled sexual succus deposited there. I had no straightaway urge to lease in further intercourse right now, it just seemed a shame to waste those adorable secretions. I realized then that I had grown to not just bask, but love the taste 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 departure of two teenage boy who had come from the Sami vagina. And the leaving of my father. That made me wonder slightly about moving up the strand myself, but for the bit I was content. In a spell, I knew the stimulation would get us ready to go again, and the stride of our nibbles and lap 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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