Mel Marshall - Two-way sisters

"Oh, sis, stop. I can't get off I don't know why, but I can't."

Dianne looked perplexed for a moment, then brightened. "Look, don't worry. I know how to bust your cookies. Just a sec."

In a flash, she shed her few pieces of clothing. She returned her finger to its humid slot and moved it slowly.

"It's no use. I can't come. I…"

"Just relax. Don't worry about it. I want you to touch me, too."

Obligingly Bobbi's hand went to her sister's waiting snatch. She forced the hanging lips apart and began to slide her curious fingers inside the reddish cleft. She touched the tiny bump of her sister's urethra and then moved to rub against her clit. She rolled it and pressed it between two fingers. The feel was new to her. Her own clit was longer, but not so thick. She rolled it again and plucked up gently. She felt an answering shudder from her sister.

Yes, she was definitely getting there! The sparks were flashing within her. Yes! Yes! Like that! This was so much better than what she could do for herself. She felt the body beside her twist and adjust itself into a new posture.

What was her sister going to do now? She opened her eyes and looked down. She saw her sister's tongue flick out of her mouth. She was going to go down on her!

Dianne had never performed cunnilingus before. She had often thought about doing it, though, and having it done to her. Her sister's cunt had a musky, pungent smell that combined well with the scent of baby oil that hung in the air around them. She liked the strong but very feminine odor that assailed her nostrils.

Her tongue dipped into the crease and she began to lick, her finger still firmly implanted in its snug, warm socket. She also liked the slightly salty taste that she noticed. It was a different taste than cock. She could really get to like this, she thought to herself.

She stopped licking and sucked her sister's hardened knob. She was going to make her come if it took all day! Immediately she felt her jerk and buck beneath her. At the same time, her sister's two probing fingers, now well encased in her own pulsing cunt, began to dance around as if they were trying to stretch her pussy wider than it would go. It was wonderful! The first mind-bending pulses of her come started to rake her crotch.

She could tell that the writhing, panting girl below her was about to let loose also. Then her clit flexed as the girl's thumb found her throbbing clit. Hot currents of pleasure surged through her and into her girly prick with swift, voluptuous beats.

She could not restrain a muffled squeal of delight as she came. Bobbi felt the sound vibrate her entire cuntal area. What an exquisite sensation! Her sister's mouth left her pussy for a moment. Then it returned, seeming to redouble its sucking attack. She felt herself give way to her mounting excitement. There were no bafflers holding her back now.

Then her pent-up sexual energy released itself in a voluptuous flood that surprised both of the women. She screamed and moaned at the goodness of it, echoing her sister's pleasure-cry of only a few seconds before. Hot flashes coursed through her, making her thrust her quaking pussy up into the air. Still the clever lips and tongue kept their place on her. Just when she thought she might pass out from the overwhelming intensity that racked her frame, she felt her passion subside like the tide going out. She was utterly drained, and floated in a warm cloud of afterglow.

For what seemed like a long time she was aware only of another hand holding her own. Then the hand touched her legs, her stomach, her titties, her neck, her face. Then a warm, wet tongue forced her lips apart gently. She put her arm around her sister's shoulders and returned the kiss with all the passion and gratitude she felt.

They separated and lay beside each other for a while, neither moving or speaking. Then Dianne sat up slowly and looked at Bobbi's resting body.

"I loved that, I really did. I haven't come so good in a long time. What about you?"

Bobbi was surprised. "Are you kidding? I loved it! Couldn't you tell? If you're worried about how I feel, don't be. I'm happy. I'm more satisfied than I've ever been before. You know, I've wanted to do this for a long time. I mean, I've thought about it. Why didn't we get together before?"

It was Dianne's turn to be surprised. "You have. God! So have I. I wish you would have let me know sooner. I wouldn't have waited so long – I've thought about it, too. But Bobbi, I can tell you're a hot-blooded girl. But you haven't fucked any guys. What do you do?"

"Do I have to spell it out for you? The usual. Except I like to use one of those adjustable shower sprays." She had never told anyone about that before.

"Wow!" Dianne exclaimed, squirming a little.

"That sounds great! I'll have to try that sometime."

Bobbi smiled. "Well, that's my first secret vice. Now I have another one to add to that." They laughed together.

"Look, honey, I think you ought to add another one," Dianne said. "You know what I mean. That sweet pussy of yours is just aching and ripe for some nice prick. Pussy is nice, but you'd love the way a nice, stiff cocks feels when it slides into you. You don't know what you're missing."

"I think I know what I'm missing. A lot of hassles."

Somehow Bobbi could not associate the crude groping and animalistic coupling of fucking with the soul-tearing multiple orgasms she had just experienced. It seemed so different with her sister. She was so soft and caring, so responsive. And since she was a woman, she knew just which places were most sensitive, and when to touch them. Dianne had seemed almost more interested in getting Bobbi off than in getting herself off.

"It's not all hassles, believe me," Dianne replied. "You should give it a chance. You just haven't been meeting the right men."

"Maybe you're right. But why should I bother to try and play that game when I've got what I really want now? Whenever I used to fantasize, I thought about other women. I dreamed about it. It turns me on." Her hand went to her sister's firm tit. Watching and thinking about Dave and Dianne fucking had turned her on too, but she didn't mention that.

"Men are just crude, that's all. You and I can get each other off now. So why should I worry about them? Why should I even try to look for a guy?"

Dianne laughed. "Don't talk like some old bull dyke. You wouldn't have to look very hard." A very sexy idea occurred to her. "In fact, I know somebody who would fuck you in a minute, if you'd let him."

"Yeah, I can think of a couple myself," Bobbi said sarcastically. "But I don't want either of them."

"No, I'm thinking about Dave."

"Dave? You mean he'd like to screw me?" She flashed on her memory of his buttocks jerking up and down as he pumped in and out of her sister.

"You bet he would. Up to now it's just been a kind of joke between us. You know, him putting it to my little sister. But if you want…" Her voice trailed off enticingly.

Bobbi thought. To be able to participate in something she had watched so many times! It was exciting to think about. She liked Dave well enough, and he had always been good to her, but she had always considered him to be out of her range. After all, he was in his thirties, like her sister. He seemed unapproachable, at least as far as sex went. But then, so had Dianne.

"I'll think about it," she said. But the thought of her lusty former landlord impinged again and reminded her that she had given notice yesterday.

"Dianne, what am I going to do? I have to find another place to live. And I don't know if I can find anything else I can afford."

"You can stay here as long as you need to until you find something else. It might help, though, if you talked to Paul Giddings and tried to patch things up."

"No, I don't want to see him. The old bastard."