Carole Wilson - Two sisters

She'd lost her virginity, she'd told him, to a man thirty-eight years old. Under some crazy circumstances in Madrid, she'd been left alone in a hotel room and the desk clerk, knowing she was alone, had stolen up the steps to the suite she shared with her parents and taken her by force. Later though, she admitted it "wasn't exactly by force…" some people get drunk from sniffing the cork, and some girls become debauched from one night, philosophized Sid watching with bewilderment as George and Sharon spread a blanket on the floor and were locking together in a tight embrace.

Sharon's slender, manicured hands were wound around the man's neck and Sid could see George's tongue slipping into the girl's receptive mouth. Sid sat up straight in his chair, the sensation that he was dreaming all this craziness pumped in his brain. Being only ten feet away, he could see every nuance and expression on their faces. George's mouth tore away from the passionate fullness of Sharon's lips and began to trail hot, moist kisses down her swanlike neck, sucking voraciously at the tender flesh, leaving a path of raw, red patches in its wake. Her hands were caught desperately in his hair and from her gaping, half-open mouth, it was obvious that she was already terribly excited.

Sid watched with total fascination. Not with the fascination of a voyeur, but of a man enraptured by the decadence of a social clique beyond his means. Finally, his eyes were torn from the lascivious scene on the floor by a flurry of movement across the room. For a minute, being several more feet further away, he couldn't make out the tangle of arms and legs, but after a moment, he saw to his intense shock that it was June and May. In amazement, he saw that June, her dark hair flowing like molten lead was hovering over the equally raven May, who was spread-eagled on the sofa. He gasped as he saw her slowly lower her mouth and enclose one of her sister's firm, rounded breasts. From the ecastic gasp that May uttered, it was obvious that she reveled in the strange feeling of her sister sucking ecstatically at her breast. June bit at the brown, little berry of her sister's breast, savoring its sweetness and with her hand, kneaded the plump resilience of the other breast. Sid could see the nipple spring to attention, the dark knob leaping up from the crinkled brown aureole. He could almost feel it himself as he watched June squeeze the ripe flesh as she kissed first one and then the other aureole. He could almost feel it himself as he watched June squeeze the ripe flesh as she kissed first one and then the other hungry globe. Then she raised her head, and Sid could see her tongue darting out as it flicked down the smooth plane of May's lithe body, stopping to poke at the tight puckered little navel, licking it lovingly, wringing squeals of joy from its youthful owner. She continued down, her mouth coming to rest on the dark fur which lay invitingly between May's spread legs. June teased at it for a moment, running the silky strands between her fingers. Then her fingers dipped out of sight and Sid could see renewed tremors spasm through May's body as her sister's deft fingers probed through the soft sensitive folds. Sid could just barely see the pink line of pussy through the dark fringes of her vaginal lips but he could see clearly the desperate upward thrust of her pelvis as she strove to imbed June's fingers in her hot, wanting cavern.

Then she withdrew her finger and he saw the faint smear of lubricant glistening on it and he knew that May was already moist with desire. He saw the young aroused girl lift her knees and then she shifted slightly so that the whole naked expanse between her legs was visible to his greedy glance. He could see the already swollen hair-lined lips crowding protectively around the tiny reddish tip of her clitoris just above the tight elastic cuntal ling. Her entire pussy seemed to pulsate in expectancy and Sid watched the petal-like mouth opening and closing, like an oriental kissing fish.

June placed a thumb on either side of her sister's moist young furrow and slowly drew the fleshy folds apart, exposing even more of the delicate pink flesh. She gazed at it for a moment in obvious rapture, her eyes bright in anticipation, and slowly ran her tongue over her lips. Her own ivory-chiseled breasts were firm and full, the nipples hard and her trim little buttocks were flared and strained from her kneeling position. Then, with painstaking slowness, she lowered her face and Sid could just see her tongue slipping out and with one long lap, stroke the full length of the moistened pink furrow. A gasp escaped May's lips and she twisted around in an obvious attempt to escape the burning contact, but June held her firm and her tongue continued to lick teasingly at the moist cavern. She drove her tongue into all the dark secrets of May's pulsing vagina, searching, seeking, gulping down its honeydew sweetness, dancing around the soft, luscious folds, to emerge, dripping wet, for breath. After the initial contact, May began to relax and Sid could see her inner thighs close in around her sister's head, trapping it there and hands reaching down, pushing June's imprisoned face even further down onto her burning cunt.

It was incredible! It was as if a wood nymph, entranced by her own exquisite reflection in a stream, had decided to make love to herself and by some magical power, turned her reflection into flesh and blood and then proceeded to carry out her bizarre, narcissistic daydream. And somehow, because the two sisters were so identically beautiful, there seemed to be nothing strange in their incestuous lovemaking.

But his languid contemplative reverie was interrupted by the squeals and moans of George and Sharon. George had parted the damp rosy slit of Sharon's tender pussy with his fingers and holding the outer flanges firmly apart, was ravaging her defenseless genitals with intensity. His tongue shot out repeatedly and swiped across the pink split, sucking and slavering as the pointed tip slashed the bud of her hardening clitoris, sending it into a throbbing firmness. He teased the slit incessantly, running his thick organ up and down the full length of the widely spread flesh. He sunk his tongue repeatedly into the clasping hotness of her pussy, brushing it again and again in the darkness of her depths. His hands were digging into her buttocks like claws and Sid could see the muscles of her flailing legs standing out rigidly against the flesh as he held him in a viselike grip. He could see George lifting her up naked loins, still clutching at her fleshy buttocks, and slicking his tongue down the crevice of her now exposed ass cheeks, where he rammed the tireless muscle into the tightly clenched nether ring of her anus.

George's thick lewd cock dangled before Sharon's face and suddenly her small mouth opened wide and she was swallowing George's engorged penis in great gulps, her petite ovalled lips like an elastic band around its fleshy circumference. Her cheeks hollowed and expanded with each stroke of his rigid cock as tiny ragged edges of soft pink flesh pulled out from her lips as the cock withdrew from her mouth. Her eyes were closed and she seemed to be doing her best to consume the thick pole as it sliced in and out of her greedy lips. The giant rod was sawing rhythmically back and forth in time to the in and out plowing of his tongue below. He withdrew the fleshy protuberance almost all the way out, until just the head remained in her mouth and then he rammed it forward, burying its length in her moist mouth. Her hand cradled his big, loose balls, tenderly holding them and squeezing them while the other firmly grasped the driving penis around the thick base, lest it escape.

The tempo of their mutual sucking increased, until Sid thought that every muscle and cord in their bodies was straining beyond all endurance and their entire flesh was coated in perspiration. They were both braced like bows, their spines taut and he knew that they would soon lick each other to frenzied orgasm. As if on cue, a loud wail rent the air and then Sharon was jerking, her hips grinding frantically against George's drenched face, the soft beard of her teenage pubic hair slamming against his nose.