Anonymous: Caroline

“Don't come yet, Harry! Let me loose mine first-ah-OOOH!” She sprinkled, spattered, honeying my balls.

“I must, I must!” The fever was too strong.

“C… come deep up me-hold it in and come. I want to f… f… feel it, Harry. Yes, ah YES!” Her nails clawed at my back, dug in my skin. Her thighs were pincers, squeezing me. Sparklets of fire and snow-I loosed my jet, a jet so powerful and so thick she could not help but feel it hose her walls as gobble-gobble went our mouths, balls straining up beneath her bottom as I spermed and spermed and spermed-or so it always seems to one deep in the throes of hot desire.

At the last-at the last-in the deep trembling of it at the last-her mouth was glued to Caroline's. I felt her quiver, shudder, come again. A haze of light and ever-rushing sighs, squeezings of limbs, and sinking, sinking, sinking, we were done. In the last ecstasies I loosed a thinner jet and heard her breath hiss up-into her nostrils at the feel of it. Falling like Autumn leaves, away, away. The bed ceased tinkling and a sudden quiet fell over us. Hands fondled gently, held to what they held like babies who hold rattles in their sleep. And Caroline's warm bottom on my palm.

“Nice, it was nice-oh, Harry, it was nice.” A long sweet kiss from Adelaide, cock slipping from her creamy pot, brushing the lips that love had swollen up. Last pressure of our bellies and we slipped apart-logs severed by the axe of dying lust.

I lay upon my back, stared at the ceiling and its plaster wreathes, its roses and its ringlets all about. Heaven above me and beside me now. Then Caroline came over both of us-a flash of legs, dark bush and bulbing tits-and had me in the middle of the two. I held their hands. We lay like children and lay quiet.

“One never comes so much as when it's naughty and one shouldn't do.” Thus Caroline who nuzzled her nose into my neck. I wanted to tell her then that I adored her breath-even her breath-but words were faint within me then, the dying, slackening, of my turgid cock. “You should have done it with her before,” she whispered. Adelaide said “Shush!” and rolled on her hip but held my hand still, pressed her bottom to my thigh.-“He never wanted to,” she said.

“Did!” I rejoined, though never had the thought engaged my mind.-“Didn't!” she giggled, curved her foot and scratched my leg, so causing me to utter “ow!”

“Well, you have done it now. All things that should be done must always be done,” said Caroline.

I wanted then to ask a thousand questions of the pair, but somnolence was upon me like a cloud.

“The little man is tired-is he so tired?”

This came from Caroline, of course, who slithered down and down, then gobbled my wet prick into her mouth and made me jerk and clench my fingers. As I did, she let it lie upon her tongue and husked a laugh.-“Poor little thing-is it so sensitive?” she asked. I quivered, stiffened down my legs.-“Don't, Caroline, you are so wicked,” Adelaide said, and though she did not turn, she knew. Her fingers slipped from mine, sleeked upwards, blindly found my balls and lifted them to rest upon her palm. “Lie still,” she murmured, “just lie still.”

I closed my eyes, floated in Paradise. Then very slowly Caroline closed her lips and held my cock within her mouth, making but the faintest movements of it as she did. The hand beneath my balls stirred gently, weighed my eggs, then of a sudden Adelaide spun round and hid her face into my shoulder. One hard nipple touched my flaccid own.

“I'm sowwy I was naughty, Harry.” She moved her face and slipped her tongue into my mouth. I groaned, embraced her, held her tight. Incredibly and magically I felt a tingling in my prick. It moved and Caroline sucked softly on the crest.

“Were you always?” I asked. Adelaide nodded deep into my shoulder, hid her face. “Very often, Adelaide?” Another nod. “I thought you pure,” I said with wonder, then she giggled, bit my ear and whispered, “Don't be silly. No one is.” My prick was getting stiffer and excitement rose anew along a long, slow wave. I held her velvet bottom cheeks, drew them apart. She murmured “Mmmmm…” Caroline still sucked upon my stiffening tube, then drew her wet mouth off and laughed and said, “She likes it there.”

“I don't you story, ooh! No, Harry! aaah!”

I had my fingertip within and felt her clench on it possessively. “Do you?” I husked. “Don't… no… oh, Harry no, you naughty thing… no, not so much!” But even so, but even so, I was at the first knuckle in her hole and felt the opening was wider far within.-“You do, I'll wager that you do.” My lust was up again, I could not help my words. The tongue of Caroline licked up and down my prick. It wavered to the ceiling, strained right up.

“She had it up there first, Harry, she did.”

“Oh, Caroline, I hate you! Harry, take it out!” She wriggled madly but was finger-corked. Each movement sent my finger deeper in until it cleaved her to the full. I dragged her hair and brought her wildly-working mouth to mine. She spluttered, gasped. I held her still-began to ease my digit in and out.

“Come, Harry-do it to her thus. He's stiff for you, Adelaide-he really is!”

“I won't, I won't. Oh, Harry, don't you dare! I beg you not! oh-ah, you beasts! Stop it, I say. I will not, will not, no!”

“Famous first words-I think they were her first. Come, get her over, Harry, I know how to deal with her.”

“Please don't! I'll hate you both-I will! Ya-hooo!”

My finger out, I rolled her over quick, Caroline leapt up, got to the floor and pulled Adelaide's legs back till her bottom rose over the bed's rolled edge, flat on her tummy as she lay, the cushions of her plump, tight arse presented to my view. Straining, she tried to rise. I held her shoulders down.

“She must be smacked first, Harry-that's the truth of it.”

“Caro… Yow!” The strangled yell that came from Adelaide was cut off by the first smack that landed on her bottom cheeks and left a pink blur on the snowy orb.

“Be quiet, darling; I know what you best want-and as you ever had it, just like this!” Smack! Smack! from Caroline again. My sister's hips jerked up and fell. Her fingers clenched upon the coverlet. Her shoulders quivered underneath my hands.

“Goo-oooh! Oh stop it, please! I… yah!” Another smack, and redder was her globe, causing my cock to quiver all the more.

“Don't hurt her, Caroline,” I jerked.

“I'm not, you silly. Don't you know she likes it?” Smack! Smack! Smack! More squeals and sobs from Adelaide, but not so loudly now. At the next and then the next she uttered a long-moaning “Foooo!”, her bottom cherry red, her hips not waggling as they had done just before. “Two more? You want two more, my pet?” asked Caroline.

“No, no! It st… st… stings me! yah!”

Ah, the ripe bounciness of those resplendent cheeks!

“Just one more, Harry. Come behind her now.” The biggest smack, and Caroline's palm rebounded as I took her place.

“Oh-woh!” sobbed Adelaide. Her lovely bum jerked up, rotated, and was still. “You, you, you mustn't, Harry! ah! Oh no! Not up my b… b… bottom! Whoooo!”

The faint ridge of her spine-her sleek smooth back- came under me as I bent over her, ringed her waist tightly, drew her bottom up, and urged my yearning pego in between her juicy cheeks. She wriggled strongly, but I held her tight, knob pressed against her brown-ringed orifice. Would it go in? Her no, no, no resounded, but her tone was weak.

“Right up her, Harry. She can take it all.”

“I can't, I can't! Don't let him! Harry!.. aaaargh!” Adelaide's legs straightened against mine. The ring yielded, opening like a close, tight flower that spies the dawn, its petals moving slowly out. A gritting of my teeth-I sank an inch within-then felt her of a sudden give a little jerk that swallowed in my knob the more. How tight and yet how spongy was her grip!