Mel Marshall - Two-way sisters

He was moving his hips now as her tongue laved him. There was an increasing pressure in his balls that demanded to be relieved. But the best part had not happened yet.

"Oh baby, sweet baby… take it in your mouth… now… suck it, suck it!"

They were both breathing hard. Her clit was throbbing insistently for attention.

"You do it to me, too, at the same time! Please!"

"OK, yes! Move that pussy of yours over here where I can get at it."

She obliged by reversing herself over him, swinging her cunt to his mouth. A few drops of moisture dripped onto his chin. He lapped her cleft from top to bottom to remove all the residue, but it came out of her as if from a well. It seemed that the more he sucked, the more she produced. It was incredible!

He put his hands around her smooth young flanks and pushed her cunt down even harder on his lapping tongue. He had expected for her to have a tight little virgin hole, but he was not at all prepared for the actual proportions. His tongue could only penetrate a little way past the tough hymen at the entrance. He doubted that his finger would even go through, unless maybe he used the smallest one.

He wanted to bust her cherry in the worst way. He wanted to feel the thick head of his prick bust through that membrane and into the warm folds within! He knew that she had never had another cock in her, and the excitement of being the first appealed so strongly to him that he lifted her cunt off his face to tell her to lie down and turn over.

The absence of his sweet tongue and lips was more than she could take. She thrust herself back down on his wonderful mouth. Instinctively, his lips and tongue resumed their activity as her thighs clamped onto his head demandingly.

As the sensations resumed their intensity, she redoubled her mouth work. Her tongue lashed at the crown of his prick. She loved the way it filled her mouth. The head bumped the back of her throat as she moved her head up and down. She quickened the up-and-down motion. She felt like some maniac now, wanting his cock in her mouth. She wanted to make him come and come and come. She groaned helplessly as his tongue swiveled around her clit, alternating with his sucking lips.

The groan seemed to reverberate all through his dick in mind-shattering vibrations. He thought again of de-flowering her, and made his tongue pointed and stiff, jamming it into the tiny vaginal orifice. Getting the idea, she moved up and down as far as she could, his stiff tongue stretching her cherry to its limit.

They came together, his tongue feeling the new wetness seeping from her cuntal walls to trickle out of the little opening his tongue was attacking. His balls churned as his jumping pecker spewed its boiling load into her warm mouth. She felt the stream of cum splash against her cheeks and she swallowed convulsively.

It had been a magnificent orgasm for her, but she felt as if it were only a beginning. She moved off him as his prick grew softer and limper in her hand. She felt ready for anything. It was like a tiger had just been released from its cage.

"Oh, God, that was fantastic! Let's do it again! Only this time I want you to fuck me!"

Her words made his pulse quicken, but his cock lay lifelessly between his legs. "Shit," he panted, "I haven't recovered from the last one! Give me a chance. I'm not made of steel, you know."

"I bet I can make it hard again," Bobbi said.

In spite of his weak protests, she took the limp cock between her lips and began to tongue him again. At first the licking motions were almost painful on his sensitive prick, but soon the torturing lapping turned to a sweet sensation that made his buttocks tense. Sure enough, his cock was slowly growing larger and harder again.

Dianne made her way back home slowly. She felt a little woozy. It couldn't have been the booze, she thought, she hadn't had time to finish off any more than about half the drink she had been given. Drunk on sex, she thought, that has to be it. She'd never been fucked like that. Paul had shown her the masochist that had been lurking within her all this time. She couldn't wait to tell Bobbi about what had happened. She would probably be home and waiting for her, ready for some more action.

Jesus, I'm a little sore. It wasn't surprising considering the massive size of the dong that he had repeatedly sunk into her. Her cunt felt stretched and mistreated, though she hardly considered what had been happening to her for the past couple hours of mistreatment. But after the battering she had received, she thought she could use a little female tonguing to soothe her swollen cuntlips. And her story would turn Bobbi on too. She could hardly wait to get home.

She had gotten her revenge finally, after a fashion. Paul was capable of being gentle, too, she had discovered, but he got off on semi-violent scenes like the one they had played. He told her that he would never had considered such a thing had she not appeared to be challenging him. Had she really wanted to fuck him all along, as he insisted she had? Had she secretly wanted him to force her to have sex with him? She honestly didn't know, but the results were wonderful.

She enjoyed tying him to his bed and seeing him lie there helpless with his big, hard prick standing up in the air. Several times she had sucked him almost to the point of orgasm, only to stop just short of him actually coming. He had begged her to finish him off every time she stopped, but she refused teasingly. She made him suck her, too, pushing her cunt at his mouth and telling him exactly where to apply his tongue and when to lick. It took a massive amount of her will power to make him stop just before she popped her cookies, too. Then she would return to make his stiff shaft jerk until he groaned and strained against the bed in unbearable ecstasy. She made him lick her to a shuddering climax before she let him release his straining load. She had wanted to watch him spew his white cum into the air like a fountain, so she had frigged him with her hand while she tickled his prostate with her middle finger moving around in his rectum.

The minor irritation of her pussy only served to make her hornier as she felt the slight friction that her legs created as she walked. Amused, she realized that she had spent virtually the entire last twenty-four hours having sex of one kind or another. Definitely a record of some kind for her. But it was a good thing it hadn't all been with guys, particularly with men as well-endowed as Paul Giddings. Otherwise, she would be so reamed out both fore and aft that she would probably be getting bills from Roto-Rooter for months to come.

Well, being in a rut the way she had been for the last week, none of this was very surprising. Everywhere she turned, it seemed, there was some horny man ready to help satisfy her salacious urgings. And the more she fucked, the more she wanted to fuck. Like now: she ought to be all played-out sexually, but she was far from that. The first thing she wanted to do when she got home was to share her horny mood with her sister.

Possibly it had been a mistake to invite Paul over the following night, but she really wanted to try to maneuver a thee-way thing with Dave. He might not want to, but she suspected he would. And if things didn't turn out that way, that would be all right. Anyway, the pretext for his visit would be to straighten things out between him and Bobbi.

Yes, Bobbi, dear Bobbi. She opened the door and then shut it behind her. She saw no sign of her sister when she entered, but she heard music coming from the bedroom. Well, Bobbi could wait for a few minutes more, because right now she was dying of thirst. A nice drink of cold water would be just the thing for her parched throat.

She went into the kitchen, got the plastic container out of the refrigerator, and poured herself a big glass of water. She took a couple gulps to soothe her dry mouth, then sat down.