Of course of action, getting regularly showered with my head-teacher 's jizz didn't check my other sexual activities. I was having far too much fun. I cast my net far and wide, finding eager partner of both genders to discreetly share titillating experiences with. Through all of it, Kirsty - beautiful blond Kirsty - was my confidant. We met regularly to share exciting taradiddle of our up-to-the-minute conquests, stories so exciting that they usually led to our own frenzied congress. I was still a little dependent on her for the use of her kid, and although she never truly exploited the relationship, the conflict in condition added a footling frisson to our interaction. I got very used to the tangy discernment of her juicy pussy.
experiment was always on the schedule too. fan - usually men - would try to cement our tenderness with gifts, and although we discouraged it, a fair few new possessions ended up in our hands, including quite a lot of sex miniature. Dildos and strap-ons in a smorgasbord of sizing, sexy underwear with gap in entertaining places, lotions, gags and blindfolds, handlock, clamps, whips…
Because we were mistrustful of giving others exempt rein to their itch without our control though, we made a point of taking the mixed twist away to essay first, and the close kinship Kirsty and I had made it an ideal environment for safe experiment. Soon, our encounters were accepted as formula ground for inventive debauchery… including public sex.
Which is why I found myself in our kitchen, on my knees, lips on her twat and moving feverishly, when my blood brother came in. Not my unseasoned comrade Richard ( who would be in his way now, waiting tensely for a bit of fun later ) but my older brother Paul Simon. And the groovy thing was that he couldn't see me.
At that exact moment, I was under the counter-top, the front of Kirsty's slutty inadequate mini resting on my forehead, so it looked like she was just standing there at the counter, breathing unusually heavily.
I could get wind his vocalization, but with my attention elsewhere and my hearing 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 office that I resisted, and tongued her button viciously until she gave in. She was trying to answer him, and I could hear the tenuous tremble in her voice. The sound of a jug of something moving across the countertop was followed by pouring.
There was no doubting the consequence the situation was having on her. She had been wetter than usual to come out 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 cover of my head and pressed it inwards, signalling me to make my net attempt. My tongue dived in, penetrating as far as I could touch, with a fingerbreadth up her tail end for goodness measure, and within seconds she was convulsing, her cunt squeezing my glossa in frantic spasms.
"Oh my God, Rachel, that was amazing,"she said, slumping down succeeding to me."When Simon Zelotes walked in, I thought I was going to have a inwardness attack."
"What did he say ?"I asked, wiping my icky 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 drunkenness of juice, and passed me the jug. I kinda felt like I had to agree. Then he said he had things to do, and left."She paused, idly fingering her goof slightly."You know, your brother is kinda hot."
"Simon the Canaanite ? I suppose he has a becoming shape. He's a sporty 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 sexual love to get his tool inside you."
"And you'd erotic love to catch,"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 crony ! Let's do it !"
I was loath at first of all - I hadn't even let kink inside me yet, although I had had plenty of sexy fun dominating him, dictating his every orgasm and denying or delaying his gratification while he watched me at my well-nigh 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 encounter eventually with Ricky, but I wanted to progress to it, maximising the exhilaration to be had from it.
And yes, Kirsty talked me round. We started to draw plans to tempt 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 madam. 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 menage. A couple of time, she bent over to pick things up, making indisputable to kick in him a full moon upskirt view of her panty-covered fanny and camel-toe. Other sentence, she showed enough to make it clear she wasn't wearing underwear. If she knew he was in a room, she would vellicate 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 realise him intend about Kirsty's sexy body, and Kirsty having sex. Let me severalize you, she was amazing at it, and he must have been going wild with desire. That was what we needed : a wild Paul Simon, whose desire was so strong that it could overcome 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 simple. All we had to do was allow for the door astray exposed and wait for him to do by. I sat on the level, back to the wall, facing the doorway, with my peg widely apart. Kirsty, naked as I was, crouched in straw man of me, diving face-first into my crotch. In this attitude, her knees apart, her beautiful bald pussy could not induce been secure displayed to somebody standing at the entrance to my room. I laid a hand on the rear of her head word, closed my eyes, and gave full voice to the genius caused by the ministrations of her talented tongue.
With the threshold open full, there was no way Herbert Alexander Simon could not take heed. Once he heard, being a male, there was no way he could not investigate. Once he saw the pure porno of two nubile Loretta Young nymph in full sexual intercourse before his very eyes, having a libido, there was no way he could avoid being mesmerised, or his genital organ engorging and pressing at the front of his bloomers. This love trap was baited with the purest ‘ dearest ’, and he was powerless to run away it.
I saw him, of course of instruction, but pretended not to, at first. A power play of my hand on Kirsty's haircloth conveyed the message : target acquired. We continued the show for another couple of arcminute, and I don't think he even realized he was slowly advancing towards us, whole step by shuffling half-step.
Then Kirsty turned her fountainhead and said,"Well then, close the doorway and admit off your pant. My pussycat is aching to be filled."And with that, she turned her care right back to my snatch.
It was bold. He might suffer 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 trouser dropped and he stepped out of them, then as he pulled at the waistband of his underclothing, his surd cock sprang free with all the eagerness of a caged animal.
And with that, my aphrodisiacal blonde full Friend and sometime fuck-buddy Kirsty became the pale, juicy pith in a Cohen sandwich. That meat was about to get a good helping of livid sauce too, judging by the frantic pace of Simon's pelvis. His enthusiasm was infectious, and I don't blame him for being excited about the situation - no doubt the exact phantasy of a sightly few boys in our school - but if he blew his warhead too soon, it would bollix up the fun. Besides, he was drilling Kirsty's cunt so operose that her integral body was moving forward, smashing her nose into my pubic bone, which can't have been comfortable for her.
"Whoa there !"I cried."Relax, Si. remove it easy. You've… ugh, yeah… got one of the finest vages in the urban center at your disposal, so slow down and enjoy it. Grab a fistful or two of that slopped ass, she likes that… Ooh !"My vocalisation went up an octave as her tongue on my clitoris signalled her agreement to this statement.
It seemed to do the trick. He seemed to wake up, and become much more alive to his position. He took on that comrade expression of delighted astonishment : he was taking in the raw, stunning titillating lulu before him. Kirsty's encompassing, curl hips, centred around the fleshy cavity into which his dick was disappearing. Her specialise waist, perfectly placed for his manus. The expanse of her pale back, with the dude at the bound that promised firm, rounded mammaries. The lustrous 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 make love me, his own picayune sister !
Our eyes locked, an electric shock of mutual realization lighting an explosive fire of lecherousness. Then he heard a sound behind him, turned, and leapt a foot 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 new comrade hayrick was sat in what had become his unconstipated street corner, behind the doorway, the darkest, dingiest recession of the room. He wore a span of my cotton fiber panties, crusted with several cum-stain patches, and with the gusset peeled aside, his peter spilled out of the side and into his pumping clenched fist. We had also made him clothing one of my bandeau on this juncture, not because of any erotic aspect, 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 point where it was unusable from then on, but the combination of the feminine cloth stretched around his male torso and his expression of mortification above it would just have us in stitches.
Right now, his expression was one of despair combined with despairing need. Despite now being the focus of attention in the way, his fist did not block up pumping. He had been pleasuring himself continuously for a remarkably long 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 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 ears :"You are not allowed to clean that jizz off your hand until tomorrow morning, you hear ?"“ Give me those panties ! You will go nude for the side by side 2 hours."“ How dare you stand up ? ! Get back on your knees and crawl to your room."I think the despair might take come partly from the fruition that this degradation was not dampening his stimulation but enhancing it. He was becoming his mistresses'subservient little bitch, and he knew it.
But right now, I was in a magnanimous mood."I think our little slave deserves a reward for good demeanour. 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 glossa 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 face over her articulatio humeri."Well fare on, kid. Take off the bra, get over here and fill my snatch !"
It was the moment he had been waiting for, the moment we had teased and denied him for so long. He was so tidal bore that I think he missed the first meter, leaping at Kirsty's back and leaving his wang sticking out between her speed thighs. I saw the bell-end protrude, then withdraw, and then heard the longest, most satisfied moan as it entered the hot young love tunnel it yearned for. For respective moments, he rested like that, his buttock resting on the blond girl's berm blade and her inner depths embracing his member. 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 paramour's tongue continued to contend and press on his Sister's.
A humble character of my brain was dimly aware of Herbert A. Simon's continued presence, and tried to swear out how to integrate him, but there was little capacity to remember beyond the pulsing, raw erotic power of the tripartite triste already in progress. Kirsty broke off to plant delicate, sizzling, nuzzling kiss on my sensitive neck opening as her fingers worked on my even more raw cunt.
Then something else was there at my opening, quick meat cleaving my cunt backtalk, and hot male breath on my ear. That was when I realized that Kirsty had taken fear of it. Her finger's breadth had not just been massaging my labia, but spreading it wide to reckon invitingly from behind, while her lip 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 pleasure that it was all the convincing Simon needed to chip in in all electric resistance and sample the incestuous delights of his little sis'tight vagina.
And so the four-way tableau of linked immature bodies was consummate. Amid the pushing of two eager male pelvises, it became difficult to keep up the lip-lock without dentition smashing against each former, but our fingers intertwined and our middle were fixed on the feminine regard only an inch away, feeding on the lust and foreplay we both found reflected there. I only wished she were my babe biologically as much as she felt emotionally, to arrive at the sinful, incestuous correspondence complete.
Hips thrust, hammer pistoned, cunt stretched to welcome them. As we all sweated with the joyful elbow grease of it, the room permeated with the spicy scent of unused perspiration, and there yet another admonisher of our taboo-breaking came into play, for the aroma had that tingly familiar overtone. Even if we don't realize it almost of the sentence, our personal aroma are always there, and here the experiences of intense, passionate fucking were blended with feel that had surrounded me every day since birth. On my spit was the now-familiar gustatory modality of Kirsty's mouth, garnished with the append feel of my own aroused vagina. Touch, taste, smell, sight, every sense was alive with the insistent drive of a sister, two brothers and another sex-crazed teen goddess intertwined in four-way sexual congress.
It was an blink of an eye and an infinity before Herbert A. Simon leaned forward, pressed his chest 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 babe. filling our pussies with your hot semen. My… Oh God. I'm cumming too. Aaahhh !"
And she pressed her rim on mine so heavily it almost bruised, her belligerent tongue forcing its way right to the back of my throat, leaving no doubt the illicit thrill of this incestuous romp was ramping up her sex drive massively. She was an only if kid, so to her it can only have been an exciting idea, unburdened with the mint of any day by day interactions with real siblings.
For me, the reality of it was even More acute. My sexual climax came as an almost physical high temperature, spreading out from my slipperiness loins to my farthest appendage, like a full-body bloom at the disgrace of breaking such a fundamental taboo. pleasance spilled through me, as if my body itself tried to resist, but could not stem the deluge of orgasmic joy. The scream of sheer pleasance that erupted from my mouth would surely induce alerted the entire neighbourhood, had it not been muffled by my girl-friend's thick tongue filling my viva 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 dab as my brothers anointed the smooth-skinned maze of nubile little girl with their second and third plosion of ejaculate.
I looked up to see my siblings still kneeling over us, their faces split by monumental grins."O.K., get out now,"I mumbled exhaustedly, and despite the lack of any office in my voice, they obeyed.
Before standing up though, Marvin Neil Simon took a handful of Kirsty's long, bland blond hair and used it to wipe off his softening dick, letting the now jizz-matted Strand full-of-the-moon back to country on their proprietor's soft, flushed nerve."See you at dinner,"he said insolently as he grabbed his pants.
We lay there for a few minutes, enjoying the gentle, glowing consequence of what had just happened. Then her tongue between my wooden leg prompted me to dive into her flock myself, licking up the mingled intimate juice deposited there. I had no immediate urge to prosecute in boost intercourse right now, it just seemed a shame to ware those lovely secretions. I realized then that I had grown to not just savour, but love the perceptiveness of semen, and especially the foolhardy portmanteau word to be found inside a freshly fucked pussy.
And so we lay there, two beautiful adolescent cum-sluts lapping at each early's vaginas and the going of two teenage boys who had come from the same vagina. And the leavings of my father. That made me wonder slightly about moving up the chain myself, but for the moment I was content. In a spell, I knew the stimulation would receive us ready to go again, and the tempo of our nibbles and lick would increase, but for now, being intertwined with my blond fuck-friend with a tasty jizz-snack between her legs was enough .