Frank Seymour - Sensual Family Nights

"Okay, so all of us like to play-so what? There's no reason for anyone to tell on the others, is there?"

"I'd never tell-!" said Liz. "Janet? Can I see inside your legs?"

Janet started to say no, then looked at the clock. There was more than half an hour before she'd have to start the potatoes for supper. She knew how curious she'd be if the roles were reversed, so why not give Liz a cheap thrill?

"You can if you want."

She turned on her stool, spreading her knees as her feet cocked against a rung, looking down at her wrinkled belly and the shape of her pointing tits. She could see the redness as the pudenda opened, revealing the walls of her cunt. She was still wet there, the juices thick enough to stand out.

Liz bent forward, then slipped down from her stool to kneel between her sister's legs, staring wide-eyed at the recently-punished cunt. Her tongue touched the corner of her lip as she cocked her head, her nose wrinkling with the first sharp stink. But she did not back away. After a minute, she reached out with one cautious finger to touch the soft redness, moving it across the side wall and through the slick.

"Gee! There's blood!"

"What?" Janet tried to bend down ever farther. "Where?"

"It's just a couple of drops. Did he take your cherry?"

For an instant Janet was irritated to think that her younger sister might know more about the actual process of entering a virgin for the first time. Then her re receded-she should have known all of the facts herself. Now she remembered that a cherry was supposed to bleed. It was a good thing she had put the blanket in the washer.

Crouching, the younger girl's face was right at the level of her cunt. Liz reached again, moving her finger completely around inside the lips, then shoving it back to touch the tiny cocklet and lighting a sudden fire that shot through Janet's loins. Janet shivered, her hands going to her tits. She felt the spongy erectness of her nipples, and wondered if they had been like that during Darryl's conquest.

"Your clitoris is hard," said Liz, conversationally, touching it. She rubbed her finger across its length and Janet shivered again.

"Don't! That makes me all hot again!"

Her ass was puckering now against the stool, and she bad to resist the impulse to close her thighs about her sister's hand. She wanted to feel the finger probing much deeper, wanted Liz to find the way back through the passage to the opening of her womb.

"Want me to rub you off?" the younger girl asked.

"Oh, yes!" And this time her thighs did close. "But not here! Let's go upstairs-on the bed!"

Liz was willing, and Janet was burning up with the heat of her desire as they hurried up the stairs to their own room. Once inside, she threw herself across the bed, eyes closed and legs drawn up. It seemed to take Liz forever to settle herself on the bed, and she opened her eyes again to see that her sister was undressing.

It seemed to take her forever, the younger girl's mound hairless when she finally climbed up onto the bed beside her sister. Liz knelt between Janet's legs, spreading the older girl's knees far apart to completely open the wet cunt for her gaze. Janet's pussy made a sucking noise from its wetness as it opened and then Liz's hand was entering the passage, taking the shape of the clit between three fingers She began a gentle massage of her sister's sex, settling back against her heels and her other hand dropping to her own pussy.

"OH!" Janet gasped as the fire touched deep, an electric wire tingling all of the way back into her womb. "OH, GOD! DO IT, LIZ!"

For perhaps half a minute the little girl worked her fingers against her sister's clit, moving them ever faster, heedless of the moisture that gathered about her hand and filled her palm. Janet's ass was lifting from the bed now, the girl no longer able to restrain herself from humping against the probing hand, She wanted to take Liz's wrist, shove her hand all of the way inside. She reached for the girl and caught her, her thighs closing about Liz's arm as Janet fell over on her side, breasts heaving. Liz had to follow, losing her balance.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Jesus! Please! Please!"

Now she was reaching for her sister, caught her about the waist, pulled her tight against her body so that they were laying head to groin. Liz's left hand was still trapped between Janet's legs, and now the older girl wrapped her arms about Liz's ass, hugging her with all her strength. Her face pressed against her younger sister's crotch, and Liz opened her legs automatically, letting Janet probe between them. She worked her fingers inside Janet's cunt as the older girl kissed her hairless pudenda, pressing her lips tight against her cunt. "Oh! What are you doing?"

Liz jumped as Janet's tongue moved into her pussy, touched her clit, the rough surface irritating the erection, and suddenly a sharp chill caught her gut. Liz gasped, her head thrown back as she humped against her sister's mouth. The tongue felt strange, felt marvelous, felt wonderful! She wanted to feel that licking all of the way.

"Oh, Janet! Lickme, please! Lick my pussy! It feels so good! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! What are you doing to me?

Janet did as Liz asked, sending her tongue probing deep into her sister's cunt, the dry walls moistening now with her spit, and that serving as lubrication to make them slide against each other, slide against her intruding tongue. She probed until her tongue ached with the pressure, licking her young sister's virgin cunt. The taste was sweeter than she had imagined, even though Liz was not yet able to produce a liquor of her own.

Janet sucked greedily, the noise of her lips loud in the silence of the room. Her thighs continued their imprisonment of Liz's hand, but the younger girl was no longer able to return sensation for sensation, lost in the thrill of having her cunt eaten out by Janet's tongue. She pushed her ass against Janet's face, instinctively trying to draw the delightful probing tongue deeper within, her free hand wrapped tight now about Janet's ass, one finger clutching the cleft between the two buttocks and probing against the brown sphincter.

"Oh God!" cried the younger girl. "Oh it's so good! Suck me, Janet! You're burning me up! Ohhhhhh! Please, don't stop! Don't ever stop! Keep sucking me! Keep sucking!"

Janet tried to oblige, her mouth pressed full against the lips of Liz's cunt now in a wonderful moist kiss. The older girl's tits were heaving as she rose up over Liz, at last releasing the frozen band until the younger girl was flat on her back, Janet completely on top. She was riding Liz, her groin pushing down against the younger girl's face, fucking back across her features, until Liz was wet with the juices of the new fire burning there. Janet was supporting herself on her knees now, but still pressed her weight down on the youngster, rocking back and forth over her as she dug her fingers into Liz's ass Her mouth dripped wetly, noisily, against Liz's cunt, and for the next minutes the two girls sucked each other deeply, wildly, holding tight to each" other as they humped against their bed with their passion. Neither was experienced, but each seemed to know instinctively the way to make the other respond. The two young tongues worked together, Janet capturing Liz's clit between her teeth, Liz sucking on Janet's own trigger, until it seemed as though their entire bodies were on fire. The younger girl had never known, never imagined, such a wonderful feeling-if this was fucking, what had made her wait so long to discover its glory?

The bed was rocking with their passions as they moved together, Liz taking the place of the cock her sister wanted so much. Four sets of lips met wetly, mouth against cunt, pussy against mouth, as they sucked each other as deeply as they could. Janet's fingers nails were leaving deep marks in Liz's buttocks, but the younger girl felt none of the pain, knew only the joy of her sister's tongue as it probed deep within her passage, rubbed against the shield of the maidenhead. For a moment Janet was tempted to break Liz's cherry, then thought better of it: let the kid know the true feel of a cock slamming home for the first time. There was only one cherry in a girl's life-it was not something to be wasted.