Carole Wilson - Two sisters

She settled back on his chest and then closed her thighs around his face, easing the damp pinkness of her pussy over his nose and mouth. Heat was rising in his groin again as May, or was it June, continued to lick along the underside surface of his cock, slavering lovingly over its growing girth, jerking his scrotum with a stormy hand. The sweet feminine smell of the pink furrowed pussy on his face assailed his nostrils and his own warm breath returned, cunt-scented, to add to his fervor.

He stabbed out with his tongue and began to emblazon trails of fire in its warm hair-lined folds, bringing gurgles of pleasure from the girl above. He probed with his tongue at the satiny softness of the hair-lined outer lips, feeling their swollen fleshiness, biting at their pliant edges. His tongue found the crinkle-edged inner lips, tiny and ragged, and taunted them mercilessly. He came upon the burgeoning button of her clitoris, already a hard bud, and holding it firmly with his teeth, licked at it relentlessly with his laboring tongue, feeling it growing and expanding under his oral lashing, wringing shrieks from the passion-ridden girl, who was twisting around an his face, trying to escape the maddening ministration. His tongue roamed at will, dabbing at the luscious chiffony flesh, until it found the dark, private sensitive opening to her body. It darted inside, and he could feel her velvet cunt walls contracting, opening and closing on his tongue. He could taste the nectar-like juices and seepage of her downy pussy, which dripped down around his tongue and fell into his mouth and dribbled down his chin. She was rocking about on his face, his knees clenched over the crown of his head. All along his face, he could feel the smooth silkiness of her inner thighs and the soft curliness of her pubic hair tickled his nose.

Looking up he could see her full, jiggling breasts bobbing, like buoys at sea. Reaching up he encompassed each firm, ripe melon in his hand and felt with pleasure the smooth resiliency of their alabaster-like flesh. The hardened nipples were like thorns butting against his palms and he could feel the contraction of the wrinkled areolae as they strove to greater rigidity.

A sense of weightlessness took hold of him as he licked and lapped with his tongue in time to the sucking of the mouth below on his near-bursting cock and his mind began to wander into a mistiness of sensuality.

He was brought back to reality by a knock on the door which rattled in his brain. In the height and dizziness of their passion, they had failed to hear the maid pounding on the door. Nonplused for a moment, Sid stopped slavish licking of the cunt squashed against his face, but the vacuum-like sucking of his enormously erect cock continued unabated, in spite of the pounding.

He could sense the girl's approaching orgasm and she began to mash her helplessly aroused pussy harder down into his face, her entire loins rimming his nose and mouth, so that he had difficulty breathing. She clasped his soaking hair and pulled furiously on it while she strained to climax, bucking about over him. He rammed his tongue deep up into the churning mouth of her cunt, bringing cry after tortured cry from her lust tormented throat. Her maddened thrashing made a wet sluicing sound as her heated loin ground hungrily on the surface of his face and her breasts felt slippery as he tried to clutch at their wildly dancing fullness. The image of a mermaid entered his mind, wet, sensuous, rising from the sea, and the thought renewed his feverish tongue slashing far up into her smooth cuntal depths, where he could feel the sinewy walls closing in on his tongue, desperately trying to tear it from its roots.

Then he felt her stiffen, her entire body straightening like whiplash, and he heard her voice in gasping sobs?

"Aaaaahhhhh… oooh, God, I'm cummmmming!!"

Her whole body seemed to shatter over Sid, and he could feel the wild vibrations as they passed from her shimmering cunt up through her body, like myriads of electric shocks. She arched her slender back and then jerked uncontrollably, moaning and wailing to the skies, as a wildly cascading flood of her sexual juices spilled down over his face to slid down over his chin and neck.

The tremendous force of her tumultuous orgasm loosened the control Sid had over his own climax, prolonging the exquisite pleasure, and just as he felt that his sperm bloated balls would burst, the torrents of his hot jetting sperm let loose. He ground up his pelvis against the voraciously sucking girl, sinking his member in her voraciously milking mouth up to the hilt, as the searing hot sperm exploded down her gulping gullet.

"Nnnnnggghhhooooohhh aaaarrrggghhhh!" he moaned and gurgled into the cunt of the still-twitching girl above, and with one final outrageous paroxysm, spurted his last drop of lust heated semen deep into the still pumping oval mouth of the young sister below him. His last orgasmic spasm disengaged the swooning beauty on his chest and all three gradually fell in a drenched tangle on the floor, panting in great gulps.

Minutes later, his breath back to normal, Sid looked up at the two girls. They were laughing and giggling, their bodies sleek and shiny from their lovemaking, their hair entangled.

God they are identical, he thought, as he looked at their glistening bodies.

His unfinished question brought another bout of twittering, until finally, one of them said, "Guess…"

"I couldn't," Sid answered, smiling.

"Then we won't let you go until you find the rose petal!" the decadent sisters laughed together and Sid nodding in agreement, reached over towards the two eager and waiting girls, the French lesson forgotten for the day.

Sybil saw red with rage. What was Sid trying do to her? Drive her crazy? The rent was long overdue – one month to the day to be exact – and Sid hadn't given her a nickel to pay Mr. Hansen, the normally patient landlord who was quickly seeing red himself! The Scandinavian home-owner had phoned yesterday and today, intimating that he'd soon be forced into taking legal action if Sid didn't come up with at least half of the rent very soon. Where was Sid's mind these days, anyhow?

Sybil slammed her foot hard on the sewing machine's foot pedal, only to cause the thread to break in the needle. Damn! Couldn't anything go right? Now she'd have to tear out the zipper that was half sewn in and start all over again. More lost time and more lost money. The distraught housewife stared at the mountain of hemming, mending, and buttonless dresses stacked on the chair next to her… and cried. This was the last straw! How long could she go on nickel and dimeing it trying to keep the larder filled and the landlord off their backs with no help from Sid?

Her errant husband wasn't spending his money on clothes, and he didn't drink, or gamble, so what was happening to his income? Was he just so involved in his work that he'd forgotten to cash his checks…?

Questions, questions, questions were wearing on Sybil's soul.

She was ripping out the zipper from the back of Mrs. Catkin's dress when she heard the tingle, tingle of the doorbell. Hastily dabbing away the tears that had brimmed her eyelids and trickled down her cheeks unnoticed, she opened the door with a leaden heart and greeted the man of doom, Mr. Hansen, with a forced smile. "Oh, Mr. Hansen, come on in…"

His somber, black eyes lighted up in his rather long face, dominated by a large, patrician-shaped nose, below which a long, upper lip curled in a smile. His hair was once blonde but now was a soft platinum gray.

"Hello, Mrs. Sybil," he started in his sing-songy Norwegian twang. "I've come to collect the rent." His normally somber eyes showed no mercy now, and not waiting for an invitation, he went through her front door and beaded for a comfortable chair in the living room, surveying the house with shifty eyes as only a landlord can do. Sybil followed after him with trembling knees, knowing there was no escape from telling him the truth… that she could pay only fifty dollars of the rent.