Mel Marshall: Two-way sisters

She was still jerking and shaking as Dave withdrew his fingers from her cunt. They were coated with the evidence of her excitement. More liquid streaked her thighs and gleamed in her blonde pussy hair. He had never seen her so aroused! She was really getting off on this three-way and lesbian thing!

For that matter, so was he. Bobbi's hand was still on his pecker, gently frigging it, but her attention was on her sister's twitching body. When Dianne came, she really came! It was marvelously exciting to watch her clit shake as her hips shuddered and her boobs bounced. And from the look on her face, she was just as excited as he was.

"I want you to fuck me NOW!" Bobbi panted, confirming his thoughts.

"And I want to!" He sat up and looked at her. Her look was one of pure, perverse lust which quickly convinced him that she wanted, it as much as he did.

"Oh, yes," Dianne sighed. She pointed at his purplish cock. "Put it in her cunt!"

"Here, beautiful," he said as he stood up. "Lie down flat on your back."

The young girl hurriedly arranged herself as he had directed. Her pussy ached. She wanted it filled with the big prick which bobbed hypnotically before her. She wanted to be stuffed full with it, to have the full length of it inside her.

But Dianne was still worried. "Are you sure you want to go through with this? Are you sure?"

"Yes. Yes, I'm sure. I want him to break my cherry." She looked at him and ran her tongue over her dry lips. "I've wanted his cock ever since I first saw you two together. Put it in me like you do in her!"

Then she gulped. Again, in her excitement, she had forgotten herself. But her guilt was like a grain of sand on a beach, lost in the magnitude of her driving need.

Dianne gasped in astonishment. "You mean you've watched us before? Fucking?"

She gulped again. "Yes. I – well, a couple days ago when you thought I was out there putting books away. From the kitchen. And other times, too. Once I sneaked out the back door and went up outside those doors and heard and saw everything you did. You were on the edge of the bed, and he was going down on you. And other times, lots of other times. I know I shouldn't have, but I did."

"You poor darling," Dianne said as she planted a kiss right on her sister's full lips. "You poor, lonely girl. We never knew. Why if we had…" She stopped short.

"We would have done exactly what we're doing now," Dave finished for her.

Bobbi was relieved. Here she had told them terrible things about herself, and they didn't hate her, or lecture her, or make her feel bad! There was no need to hide anything from them any more.

"Here," she said, spreading her legs and opening her pussy lips as wide as she could with her hands. "It's all yours. I'm dying for your prick!"

"Ooooohhh!" Dianne squealed. "We're both going to love this! But you be careful, honey, and go real slow with her."

He looked down at the girl, noting the shy look that her long brown hair gave her as it fell across her eyes. But there was a smoldering fire of lust burning away underneath that thin layer of timidity. It was in her large, heaving titties, too, and in the pink spike of her clitoris. He moved over her.

Sweet rivulets of delight ran through her thighs. He smoothed her hair once, then moved his hand to his cock. He moved the head in her wet furrow, spreading the wetness on his prick and increasing the luscious tension in her, fun-button. Then he placed the tip of his cock against her quivering cunt hole.

"You doing OK, baby?"

She nodded. He was trembling with eagerness. He slowly inched his cock into her, feeling a resistance when it met with the virginal cherry. Her eyes were closed and she gave no sign of pain. So far so good. He began to steady push that would send him through her maidenhead.

It stretched slightly and then she felt a sharp sting of pain. As much as she wanted it inside her, she flinched and her hips jerked away from his cock involuntarily. Her pussy would stretch no further.

"Oooohh, it hurts! Stop!"

"Shit!" he gasped in disappointment. "I was afraid that would happen." His cock lay nestled just inside her shivering cuntal lips.

"Don't worry, honey," Dianne said, "you can fuck me instead. Don't make her hate it!"

She lay back next to Bobbi. "Don't feel bad. You just have a tough cherry, that's all."

But Bobbi did feel bad. Her big chance – she had been all primed and everything, and then she muffed it! Well, it wasn't so bad. At least she could watch them fuck, and this time up close! She brightened at the prospect, and felt even better when Dianne motioned to her.

"While he fucks me, I'm going to suck that big clit of yours! That will make you feel better!"

Bobbi moved over her sister, facing backward so she could watch. The first few licks almost made her scream, they were so delightful. She watched him part Dianne's thighs, her sister's calves hanging over the bed. She could see everything! Then his prick slid into her sister in one smooth motion, and his belly was only a scant distance from her face. She heard Dianne grunt in satisfaction, and then she saw only the distended clitoris peeking out of the mix of light and dark pubic hair.

He had denied his climax long enough. There was no finesse in his pumping thrusts as he went in and out of her. Each powerful lunge brought a whimper from her, and Bobbi felt the body below pushed backward with each thrust.

Gratefully, he finally blasted into her sex drenched pussy. He was buried deep in the folds as they returned the spasms of his gushing cock. He felt like his prick was bumping up against her backbone!

Bobbi saw the grimace of pleasure cross his face and she knew he was coming. The joined organs below her were no longer slapping together wetly. She screamed.

"Oh… oh… ohhh… I'm coming!"

Dianne felt the wetness run from her lips as she sucked at the gaping pussy. She wished he could have fucked her sister, but Bobbi was enjoying this, too! As the clit in her mouth danced insanely, she peaked and the wetness oozed from her cunt to mix with her husband's hot pools of cum. Dianne could hardly believe the staggering power of her big orgasm as Bobbi's cries met her ears. It was even better with both of them coming with her!

They were a writhing, tanged mass of inflamed flesh, flailing limbs, and ecstatic cries. Dave was the first to recover from their fierce sex bout, and he pulled his still-dripping prick from Dianne's puckered cunt. There was a slight suction as he did so, and then he saw the jism run out from the bottom of the pouting cuntal lips and down between her ass cheeks.

"You really came BIG, honey!" he said.

"I know. It was great!"

"Me too!" Bobbi panted. "Maybe next time you can get it inside me!" she laughed.

"Don't worry about that," he said as he surveyed the beautiful brown-haired girl on the bed. "It just takes a little more concentration, that's all."

Dianne turned to her, too. "You were beautiful, honey! I love to suck you."

"It's mutual. Next time I'll go down on you while he's got his prick inside."

"Ooohhh, I'd love that!"

"I don't know about you two girls, but I need to make a little trip to the bathroom."

Bobbi turned to her sister after he had gone. "So tell me – what happened when you went over to talk to Mr. Giddings? Did he try anything funny? What did he say about me?" Bobbi found that she did not even want to talk about him, in spite of her curiosity. The memory of the lusty landlord put her a bit on edge, and she felt the warm clouds of sexual satisfaction begin to dissipate.

Dianne had almost forgotten about Paul and all the exciting events earlier in the day. She didn't know how her sister would like her having fucked him.

"Well, we talked for a long time. I found out a lot about mm." She had to struggle to keep from smiling when she said this. "We decided, uh, that it would be better if he talked to you directly and you two got things straightened out between yourselves. And I think that's right. So I invited him over here tomorrow evening."