David Crane - Sister eager for more

"Come," she rasped. "Cream my fucking tongue, Jessica – melt in my mouth."

Her tongue was fucking in and out of Jessica's cunt as her lips sucked greedily on her swollen clit. She seemed to be trying to stuff her whole head up into Jessica's cunt hole, to eat her out from within.

Jessica's cunt juice got hotter and thicker as she neared the crest, and Wanda gurgled with the joy of it as her mouth filled with cum cream.

"Feed me," she wailed.

Jessica cried out as her clit detonated and her fuck-hole began to melt.

Waves of fiery joy rushed laterally across her belly and shot like electric current up her thighs. Wanda's hot tongue flicked up her pussy. The waves came faster and higher, rushing one upon the other. Wanda's lips sucked voraciously and the separate waves began to follow one another across her loins so rapidly that they were merging into one tremendous tidal wave, the crest sustained. Jessica bent over the kneeling cunt-lapper, her tawny hair tumbling, then she arched back again. Her legs opened and closed around Wanda's buried head. Her clit went off in Wanda's lips, then exploded again, instantly, against her flashing tongue. Jessica was in the glorious throes of a multiple orgasm – but without separate peaks and dips, just one prolonged rush of ecstasy. The steaming cum juice poured out of her cunt and Wanda gulped it up with little hungry whimpers and moans, loving to have her mouth creamed as much as Jessica enjoyed creaming that voracious and skillful maw. The redhead's hair fell like tongues of flame onto Jessica's belly and thighs as she tossed her head about like a boat in a storm, wallowing in the port of Jessica's pussy, moored there by her tongue.

Still Jessica kept coming and coming. Wanda drew back for a second, her tongue stretching out between her mouth and that flooding cunt. She began to beat her lapper on Jessica's clit. Holding that pulsing clit between her thumb and forefinger, puffing it gently out, she slid her tongue all over it, then drew it into her lips and sucked as if it were a tiny prick.

While the redhead concentrated on Jessica's clit, Jessica's neglected fuck-slot filled up with a swampy deluge of cum cream. The stuff flowed down her crotch like melted pearls, soaking the desk under her ass. Then Wanda ducked down and slurped that succulent overflow up. Her tongue slid into the crack of Jessica's ass and dragged on back to her cunt. Paying attention to all the juicy details, she lapped at each unfurled cuntlip, licked at Jessica's clit again, and tongue-fucked her pussyhole. Her mouth was clamped onto Jessica's soaking pussy like a suction cup on a drain.

Her cheeks dragged in as she sucked out another creamy mouthful. Her tongue floated like a piece of pink driftwood in the succulent slime. Then her throat pulsed as she gulped the delicious load down.

Jessica shuddered as another spasm racked her. She threw her head back, eyes glazed and lips slack. Her tits heaved as she panted through the last rippling waves of her climax. Then, drained, she slumped along the top of the desk, panting. Wanda kept on tonguing and sucking, making sure that she had worked off every last ripple, sucked out every precious drop of cunt cream.

At long last, she drew back. Her jaws were dripping like a wolf crouched over a juicy carcass. Drops of cum juice slid down her chin and onto her tits. She leaned in for one last lick, then looked up at Jessica's face. Jessica was smiling dreamily and, seeing that, Wanda smiled, as well – knowing that she had done a good job on that sweet pussy and that, without any doubt, she would be performing on that pussy a whole lot, from now on.

Those dead vibrator batteries had been a blessing to the redheaded pussy-gobbler.

She got up and pulled her blouse back on. Jessica was sprawled out over the desk, smiling happily. Her tongue slid around in her mouth, as if she were trying to decide whether or not she fancied a snack of redhead pussy. Since neither of them were lesbians, any cunt-lapping they did between them should be mutual, Jessica reasoned – nor did she mind, because sucking a hot cunt was never a handicap. With her pussy satisfied, her tongue was tingling.

But Wanda was already moving away. Gorged on cunt cream, the redhead was content and ready to go back to her desk. Jessica raised her eyebrows, feeling a fleeting disappointment. Then she shrugged, knowing, as Wanda did, that there would be plenty of opportunities to suck cunt in the future.

And she still wanted some stiff prick.

Wanda's tongue had made her cream very expertly, yet a tongue was not a cock. She thought about her brother's big prick shooting cum in her mouth, then she thought about her son's virile young cockmeat, imagining how he must have looked as he milked his fuck-juice into the bathroom sink.

Jessica knew that she was not going to get much work done today, not with her head clogged up with those phallic fantasies. Now she regretted having come to work at all. She wished she'd stayed at her brother's for a follow up suck after she'd milked him off in her mouth. But it was too late to go back. Randy would have gone to work, himself, by this time.

But what about her kids? Were they home and, if so, were they doing anything interesting?

Jessica smiled, tuned on by her own naughtiness. She didn't intend to introduce her teenagers to incest, really, but she sure as hell wanted to spy on Tommy while he was beating his meat – or even Brenda, if that sexy little minx had discovered the pleasures of fingerfucking herself. What a kick it would be to play the voyeur on her kids. Jessica was really turning on to the prospect. Her pussy was getting hot again.

She slid down from the desk and pulled up her panties, squirming into them. She had decided what to do. She would sneak into the house quietly, hoping for a chance to watch her son frigging his prick. Even listening to the sounds of masturbation would be a thrill, if she couldn't manage to get a look. And, if nothing else, she always had her spare dildo. She could slip the big rubber cock up her cunt hole and enjoy the feeling of being stuffed to the brim while she waited, hoping for a chance to spy on Tommy or Brenda. That seemed a great idea.

Her spare dildo wasn't a vibrator, like the one she kept in her filing cabinet. It was just a huge rubber prick – the one she had used at college, in fact, and shared with her sexy roommate, as well. She didn't intend to fuck herself with the rubber cock to begin with. She just wanted to shove it up her cunt and sprawl on her bed, squirming around a little and keeping her pussy simmering while she listened intently for any sounds that might suggest a hand-job was in progress.

It seemed a good plan to Jessica. But there was one thing wrong with it.

Her dildo was no longer in its usual hiding place in her underwear drawer.

Her kids had found it!

Tommy was always looking for new places to jerk off and new objects into which to cream. The lusty youth beat his meat with great regularity. It was the first thing he did every morning, as soon as he woke up, still groggy from sleep so that the hand-job had a dreamlike quality, and it was the last thing he did each night, pounding his prick off so vigorously that he fell into an exhausted slumber as soon as his balls were emptied. Those two sessions had become habitual, a ritual to which he strictly adhered.

But during the course of the day, he liked to vary his jacking off. When he was at school, he didn't have much choice. He had to jack off in a cubicle in the bathroom or, if the janitor wasn't around, in the broom closet. Sometimes he simply creamed his jeans at his desk, staring at some sexy female classmate and thinking lewd and detailed thoughts.

During school vacation – like now – he had more opportunities for variety. He had fucked a lot of things. He had fucked a jar of peanut butter, sticking his prick into the clinging stuff with gusto. He had fucked a pound of liver, creaming into it – and later watched, fascinated, as his mother and sister ate it for dinner, thrilled at the knowledge that they were inadvertently swallowing his fuck-juice. His father had eaten it, too, but Tommy had decently blushed about that. The imaginative teenager had balled banana skins and a stuffed pork chap. He had jerked off into his sister's bra when he found it drying in the bathroom and he had even, one Halloween, fucked the jack-o'-lantern in its jagged, carved mouth. He was once so desperate to dip his prick that he had gone so far as to fuck a hole in a snowman, his hot slime melting a great crater and his prick turning blue from the chill of that bizarre encounter.