Of course, 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 widely, ascertain bore better half of both gender to discreetly ploughshare erotic experiences with. Through all of it, Kirsty - beautiful blond Kirsty - was my confidant. We met regularly to share exciting stories of our latest conquests, stories so exciting that they usually led to our own frenetic carnal knowledge. I was still a little dependent on her for the use of her electric razor, and although she never truly exploited the kinship, the difference in status added a trivial quiver to our fundamental interaction. I got very used to the tangy sense of taste of her juicy pussy.
Experimentation 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 miniature. Dildos and strap-ons in a variety show of sizes, sexy underwear with gaps in entertaining post, lotions, jape and blindfolds, handlock, clamp, whips…
Because we were mistrustful of giving others gratis rein to their itch without our control though, we made a point of taking the sundry devices away to examine first, and the closing curtain kinship Kirsty and I had made it an nonsuch surroundings for rubber experimentation. Soon, our encounters were accepted as rule ground for imaginative debauchery… including public sex.
Which is why I found myself in our kitchen, on my knees, lips on her snatch and moving feverishly, when my chum came in. Not my younger brother Richard ( who would be in his way now, waiting tensely for a bit of fun later ) but my previous brother Simon. And the with child thing was that he couldn't see me.
At that exact bit, I was under the counter-top, the front man 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 learn his voice, but with my attention elsewhere and my earreach 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 site that I resisted, and tongued her button viciously until she gave in. She was trying to answer him, and I could hear the slight shake in her voice. The speech sound of a jug of something moving across the countertop was followed by pouring.
There was no doubting the effect the site was having on her. She had been wetter than common to start with, as she often is when trying something new, but now her slit was positively gushing, and I relished the spicy sapidity as I lapped it up.
A few more lyric were exchanged, then I heard the kitchen doorway close. Immediately, Kirsty grabbed the back of my head and pressed it inwards, signalling me to throw my net attack. My tongue dived in, penetrating as far as I could pass on, with a finger up her bed for undecomposed measure, and within seconds she was convulsing, her puss squeezing my knife in frantic 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 get a core attack."
"What did he say ?"I asked, wiping my icky 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 accept it. He suggested I have a potable of juice, and passed me the jug. I kinda felt like I had to consort. Then he said he had things to do, and left."She paused, idly fingering her twat slightly."You know, your brother is kinda hot."
"Herbert A. Simon ? I suppose he has a decent physique. 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 love to get his shaft inside you."
"And you'd love to check,"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 crick inside me yet, although I had had mountain of aphrodisiacal 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 power over him, making him our shared beef. I knew that full moon insight would hap eventually with Ricky, but I wanted to ramp up to it, maximising the excitement to be had from it.
And yes, Kirsty talked me round. We started to make design to entice Si into a lovely, spicy three-way."It won't be straightforward,"I pointed out."He's not a dire kid or pervy old guy ; he's pretty popular with the ladies. You'll have to work on him."
So, she started flaunting herself more in front of him, wearing less and diminished apparel as she wandered round our house. A couple of times, she bent over to peck things up, making sure to yield him a full upskirt view of her panty-covered fanny and camel-toe. Other times, she showed enough to make it elucidate she wasn't wearing underclothing. If she knew he was in a room, she would pinch her mamilla before going in, making them poke through her top.
We also made more racket 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 have 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 angry with desire. That was what we needed : a wild Simon, whose desire was so strong that it could overpower his inhibitions.
We were very affected role, but eager, so I was delighted when we agreed to bring it all to a head.
It was really very elementary. All we had to do was leave the door wide open and wait for him to come by. I sat on the trading floor, back to the wall, facing the door, with my ramification wide of the mark apart. Kirsty, naked as I was, crouched in front of me, diving face-first into my fork. In this military position, her articulatio genus apart, her beautiful bald slit could not have been better displayed to someone standing at the entrance to my room. I laid a hand on the spine of her head, closed my eyes, and gave full voice to the sensations caused by the ministrations of her gifted tongue.
With the door opened broad, there was no way Simon could not hear. Once he heard, being a Male, there was no way he could not investigate. Once he saw the pure porno of two marriageable young nymphs in to the full sexual congress before his very eyes, having a libido, there was no way he could avoid being transfixed, or his privates engorging and pressing at the front of his drawers. This beloved maw was baited with the sodding ‘ beloved ’, and he was powerless to scarper it.
I saw him, of course, but pretended not to, at 1st. A hug of my hand on Kirsty's pilus conveyed the message : target acquired. We continued the show for another couple 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 brain and said,"Well then, close the door and take off your pant. My puss is aching to be filled."And with that, she turned her attending 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 room access closed, and undid his swath. His trousers dropped and he stepped out of them, then as he pulled at the waistcloth of his underwear, his hard rooster sprang dislodge with all the eagerness of a caged animal.
And with that, my sexy blonde best ally and sometime fuck-buddy Kirsty became the pale, juicy meat in a Cohen sandwich. That meat was about to get a good helping of white sauce too, judging by the mad step of Simon's hips. His enthusiasm was infectious, and I don't blame him for being excited about the situation - no doubt the precise fantasy of a fair 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 difficult that her integral eubstance 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. Take it easy. You've… ugh, yeah… got one of the fine vages in the city at your disposal, so slow down and enjoy it. Grab a handful or two of that plastered ass, she likes that… Ooh !"My spokesperson went up an musical octave as her clapper on my clit signalled her arrangement to this statement.
It seemed to do the magic. He seemed to wake up, and get much more alive to his situation. He took on that familiar expression of enchant amazement : he was taking in the raw, stunning erotic beauty before him. Kirsty's wide, curved rosehip, centred around the overweight enclosed space into which his dick was disappearing. Her pin down shank, perfectly placed for his hands. The expanse of her pale back, with the swell at the edge that promised firm, rounded mammaries. The lustrous blond haircloth, bobbing up and down.
He didn't stop there. As his gaze continued upwards, his expression did not change. Yes, he was definitely looking at me with that Lapp lust-charged gaze. My brother wanted to have intercourse me, his own little sister !
Our eyes locked, an electric shock of reciprocal realization lighting an volatile fire of lustfulness. Then he heard a sound behind him, turned, and leapt a fundament in the air."haystack ! ! ! What the piece of ass are you doing here ? ! !"
"Wanking, of course,"I replied calmly."What the ass does it look like."
My younger Brother Rick was sat in what had become his regular corner, behind the door, the dingy, dismal niche of the room. He wore a pair of my cotton panty, crusted with several cum-stain patches, and with the voider 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 social function, not because of any titillating aspect, but just because we found it fucking uproarious. To be fair, 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 fabric stretched around his male torso and his expression of humiliation above it would just have us in stitches.
right field now, his expression was one of despair combined with desperate need. Despite now being the focus of tending in the room, his fist did not stop pumping. He had been pleasuring himself continuously for a remarkably yearn 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 have shame on him and get him off, following which he would slink off to his room, often with some arbitrary decree from us ringing in his ears :"You are not allowed to clean house that jizz off your bridge player until tomorrow aurora, you hear ?"“ give me those panties ! You will go naked for the next 2 hours."“ How dare you stand up ? ! Get back on your genu and crawl to your room."I think the despair might own come partly from the realization that this abasement was not dampening his stimulation but enhancing it. He was becoming his mistresses'subservient minuscule beef, and he knew it.
But right now, I was in a magnanimous mood."I think our little slave deserves a reward for respectable demeanor. 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 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 center of the room, so that we were both kneeling, embraced, our chest pressed together.
Then she turned to attend over her articulatio humeri."Well come on, kid. Take off the bra, get over here and fill my cunt !"
It was the import 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 first base clip, leaping at Kirsty's back and leaving his wang sticking out between her pep pill thighs. I saw the bell-end protrude, then withdraw, and then heard the longest, most satisfied groan as it entered the hot young love tunnel it yearned for. For several moments, he rested like that, his brass resting on the blonde daughter's shoulder sword and her inside deepness embracing his penis. Then ever so slowly, he pulled back and then thrust again, as if every centimeter 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 small region of my brain was pallidly aware of Simon's continued front, and tried to march how to integrate him, but there was little capacity to think beyond the impulse, raw titillating index of the three-way triste already in progress. Kirsty broke off to plant delicate, sizzling, nuzzling buss on my sore neck as her finger's breadth worked on my even more sensitive cunt.
Then something else was there at my opening, warm nitty-gritty cleaving my pussy lips, and hot male breath on my ear. That was when I realized that Kirsty had taken care of it. Her fingers had not just been massaging my labia, but spreading it across-the-board to look at invitingly from behind, while her lips on my neck had given her exemption to beckon with her eyes. I knew that sexually charged gaze well, but it was still a surprise and joy that it was all the convincing Simon needed to generate in all immunity and sample the incestuous delight of his little sis'tight vagina.
And so the four-way tableau of partner off young bodies was utter. Amid the pushing of two eagre male pelvis, it became unmanageable to maintain the lip-lock without teeth smashing against each other, but our digit intertwined and our middle were fixed on the feminine gaze only an in away, feeding on the lust and arousal we both found reflected there. I only wished she were my sis biologically as practically as she felt emotionally, to make the sinful, incestuous isotropy complete.
Hips jabbing, tool pistoned, pussies stretched to welcome them. As we all sweated with the gleeful sweat of it, the room permeated with the spicy aroma of tonic sudation, and there yet another monitor of our taboo-breaking came into play, for the aroma had that tingly familiar overtone. Even if we don't realize it most of the time, our personal olfactory property are always there, and here the experiences of vivid, passionate fucking were blended with flavour that had surrounded me every day since birth. On my tongue was the now-familiar tasting of Kirsty's backtalk, garnished with the added flavour of my own aroused vagina. spot, taste, sense of smell, plenty, every horse sense was alert with the insistent drive of a sister, two brothers and another sex-crazed teen goddess intertwined in four-way sexual congress.
It was an twinkling and an infinity before Simon leaned forward, pressed his bureau against my rachis, and growled,"Oh God, Rachel, I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum in your pussy, sis. Oh God, your snatch is so hot !"
"Yes !"Kirsty gasped."Cum in your sis. fill our kitty-cat 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 belligerent tongue forcing its way right hand to the back of my throat, leaving no doubt the illicit charge of this incestuous romp was ramping up her sex drive massively. She was an only when nestling, so to her it can only induce been an arouse mind, unburden with the mess of any day by day interactions with real siblings.
For me, the reality of it was even to a greater extent intense. My orgasm came as an almost physical heat, spreading out from my slick loins to my farthermost extremities, like a full-body blush at the ignominy of breaking such a fundamental frequency taboo. Pleasure spilled through me, as if my body itself tried to resist, but could not staunch the flood of orgasmic joy. The howler of sheer pleasure that erupted from my sass would surely get alerted the stallion 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 hayrick's sperm. I felt further splattering as my buddy anointed the smooth-skinned tangle of nubile girls with their secondly and thirdly plosion of ejaculate.
I looked up to see my siblings still kneeling over us, their faces split by monolithic grins."Okay, get out now,"I mumbled exhaustedly, and despite the lack of any authority in my vocalism, they obeyed.
Before standing up though, Simon the Canaanite took a handful of Kirsty's long, polish blonde hair and used it to wipe off his softening peter, letting the now jizz-matted filament full back to land on their owner's soft, sluice face."See you at dinner party,"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 peg prompted me to plunk into her congregation myself, licking up the mingled sexual juice deposited there. I had no immediate urge to lease in further intercourse right now, it just seemed a ignominy to waste those cover girl secretion. I realized then that I had grown to not just savour, but love the taste of seminal fluid, and especially the wise portmanteau word to be found inside a freshly fucked pussy.
And so we lay there, two beautiful teenage cum-sluts lapping at each early's vaginas and the leavings of two teenage boys who had come from the same vagina. And the leavings of my father. That made me inquire slightly about moving up the chain myself, but for the moment I was content. In a while, I knew the foreplay would get us ready to go again, and the pace of our nibble and lap would increase, but for now, being intertwined with my blonde fuck-friend with a tasty jizz-snack between her legs was enough .