Mel Marshall: Two-way sisters

Her face was flushed. "A-all right." Her hand stopped moving in her curd.

He walked over to her and sat down. He noticed the line of wetness that outlined the crack in her pussy lips. He knew he would have to handle her differently than he had before. No rough stuff, nothing to make her feel like she was being manipulated.

"Here, let me help you off with that dress." She straightened up on the couch and looked at him strangely. He could tell she was not sure what she wanted to do. But he smiled encouragement, and she returned his smile. She lifted her arms, and he pulled at the clinging, stretchy material. She wriggled to help him, and the dress finally came off.

The mountains of her breasts swelled out to him. She did not flinch away from his frank appraisal, but met his gaze boldly with a sparkle in her eyes. Up close, his cock looked even bigger than before, and thicker. She was mesmerized by it, heated by its throbbing sexiness, but afraid of its massive dimensions.

"Would you like to touch it?"

She gulped uncertainly, but reached out and took the long, thick shaft in both hands. She squeezed it as she had Dave's, shocked that it could expand even more under her caress.

"Would you like me to put it in you?"

"Yes… I mean no! You're too big!"

"Let Dave do it!" Her sister's voice came from across the room. "And I want to watch."

She said nothing. She wanted it, and she was incredibly turned on, but she was frightened. Dianne picked up on her uncertainty and released Dave's cock to go over to her sister.

"Look, honey, I know you're nervous. Everybody's nervous the first time. Let me do something that will help you to relax."

She knelt down in front of her sister and parted her legs to expose the reluctant pussy. Her tongue found the little split and she began to lick it, gently, slowly, carefully. She knew the two lustful men would enjoy the intimate, woman-to-woman kiss. And it was working! Every time her tongue passed upward, she felt her sister's sexy clit grow taller and tauter!

Bobbi leaned back and concentrated on the swells of pleasure that grew in her loins with each gentle lick of her sister's tongue. Mr. Giddings' hand left her thighs and closed around the underside of her titty. Then his mouth was around her nipple, the tongue slapping at the sensitive button like an oral whip. She wanted the same pressure on her clit.

"Harder, Dianne, harder!" Her sister responded to the words by taking the little spike in her mouth and sucking. Then Bobbi saw Dave's face loom above her, and she tilted her head back. His tongue drove into her mouth like an eel, and she tried to wrap her own around it.

The combined action of the three mouths on her was turning her body into a tightly coiled spring of tension. She wanted to come, and she wanted to come with a prick inside her!

She nodded her head forward, taking her mouth away from Dave's. "Oh, it's too much! I want you to fuck me and bust my cherry!" she said to her brother-in-law.

"You're on! But let's go into the bedroom where it'll be more comfortable." He wanted to fuck her then and there, but he knew how important a woman's first experience with a man was. It would determine how she would grow and flower later. From what he knew, he was sure she had an enormous sensual and sexual capacity. It would be a shame to thwart it. The extended foreplay and attention they had lavished on her would help.

They all got up. Bobbi drank the remainder of her drink in a few hurried gulps. Her stomach burned from the quick intake of booze, and her head spun. But she liked the increased looseness she felt. She thought she would need it.

She was lying on her back on the big bed, her brother-in-law poised above her, Dianne on her right, Mr. Giddings behind Dianne and toying with her cunt.

"Ready, baby?" Dave asked.

She nodded, but she was more than ready. Her cunt tingled and ached, ready to take his bold cock into her. He had rubbed the head on her clit until she felt ready to explode. She wanted him now!

He thumbed open the waiting labia and gently guided the point of his cock to her cunt. He stopped, letting her accustom herself to his smooth, hard length, while he bathed in her liquid heat. He smiled reassuringly at her as he raised himself fully up on his extended arms. Then he began to slowly lower himself, letting his pelvis increase the pressure of his cock against the door to her cunt.

Her head was turned to watch Dianne. Mr. Giddings was pumping in and out of her, doggie-fashion. Both of them were watching her closely. She turned her head back to watch Dave's face above her, which was also intent on her reaction. Her pleasure increased, but the pain did too. At first it had been only a mild discomfort which distracted little, but now it was matching the rise of her excitement. His cock was flattening itself in its attack on her maidenhead, and the pressure was too much. The dull pain became torture as her cherry stretched, and she cried out.

"No! It hurts!"

He drew back. "Damn, rye never heard of such a difficult virgin. Here, maybe this will help." He reached over and took a jar from the bedside table.

"What's that?"

"It's a lubricant, like Vaseline only not so greasy." He spread it liberally on his cock, then on her cunt. Damn, he thought, my finger will hardly go into her! But he succeeded in spreading some of the clear jelly into her shaking box.

"Now, we'll try again."

He began slowly again, as if he were going to repeat his previous attack. But he knew that to go slow with her would only prolong the initial pangs. He tensed his buttocks as he prepared for the thrust to follow. Then, in one swift lunge, he sent his oily cock against the membrane. There was a second of tight resistance, and then he was through! Through, and into the exquisitely soft tightness of her virgin cunt.

He had to fight down the impulse to pull out and drive his cock into her again, to feel that slithery tightness glide over him again. But he knew that would only cause her more pain, and he remained motionless.

Bobbi uttered a piercing scream. "Ooohhhh! It hurts, it hurts!"

"I know," he whispered. "But it won't again." He was right. He was so big in her, it felt like he filled her belly. The moment of intense pain was gone, replaced by a voluptuousness that teemed in her. It was done! The liquor made her mind swirl, but her dizziness stemmed from the fleshy spear that had invaded her cunt.

He did not move for a moment. Then he eased his cock to the entrance of her tight cunt. The movement made her tense and moan. When she relaxed again, he slid back into her easily, with no hymen now to block his way. This time her moans came only from the delicious feeling of strangeness that overwhelmed her. She was accustoming herself to the newness of having him inside her. The muscles of her channel flexed to accommodate the thick length of his cock, making him shiver.

His cock was now moving more and more easily in her cunt. He worked in and out slowly, and there was no irritating friction because of the lubricant. After several slow strokes, her hips bounded up to meet him. There were not any traces of pain or reluctance now. Those feelings were being buried under the mounting layers of her new-found responsiveness.

"I-I like it! It feels so good!"

"You see what I mean, honey?" Dianne said. "There's nothing like a good stiff prick inside you to bust your cookies!" The man ramming his cock into her splayed cunny seemed to agree, because he was emitting a series of desperate grunts.

Bobbi undulated her hips experimentally, testing the limits of her resilient cuntal walls. She felt his prick probe into her, but there was no unpleasantness any more, only a difference in pressures. Her fiery vaginal nerves registered every change, and then he began to stroke in and out of her. She wanted him, all of him!