Mel Marshall: Two-way sisters

His hands hiked up the material of the robe so that he could find the cheeks of her ass. He clasped them tightly in his hands, squeezing roughly. As excited as she was, he knew she would probably want him to touch her a little less gently.

He was right. He was rewarded with a soft moan which vibrated in his mouth. She arched her back slightly, bringing her buttocks up in supplication for his touch. In return, he trailed his fingers slowly over her soft, hot ass flesh.

Her mouth broke its contact with his. Then he felt her humid breath as her tongue began to caress the folds of his ear. While she continued her taunting activity, he gently pulled her ass cheeks apart. Using the middle finger of one hand, he slowly drew a line from the end of her backbone down the cleft which began there. When he reached the small ring of her asshole, he stopped, feeling the already tight muscles tighten up even more in response to his touch.

"Ooooohhh!" she cried, moving back and dislodging his hands. "That's nice, but my pussy is where the action is. Here." She took one of his hands and put it on her upthrust cunt. Her robe was now open in front. He could feel her trembling.

"First," she panted, "let's get rid of these clothes. They're just in the way." She shrugged off the short covering, exposing her glorious tits and her pussy to view. She lay down on the bed and spread her legs. The thicker outer lips of her cunt spread apart of their own accord, showing him the coral hue of the tender inner lips. They glistened with the sexual dew of her excitement.

"Like it, baby?" Her knees fell to the bed, fully exposing her cunt. There was absolutely no shyness in her pose, only open need. Her hands went to her breasts, cupping them and emphasizing the red points at the tips. "It's all yours. But hurry."

Shedding the last of his clothes, he obliged her by sitting down beside her and brushing his fingers upwards along the inside of her smooth thigh. Her breathing quickened, and he knew that it would not be long until she came. He recognized the signals her body was giving him.

Suddenly, without any warning or preliminaries, he plunged his thick middle finger into her waiting cunt. His quick movement brought an immediate response.

"Oh, God, yes, yes, yes!" Her hips undulated in a slow, circular rhythm, matching perfectly the back-and-forth movement of his slippery digit.

Withdrawing his finger until it rested at the opening of her vagina, he brought his index finger into play. It was a much tighter fit than before, so he inserted the fingers more slowly, letting them make their way gradually into her desire-soaked channel. He felt the walls contracting and releasing, accommodating themselves little by little to his fingers.

He sneaked a look at her face. It was tense with concentration, the eyes closed on the rock-hard pebbles of her nipples, adding sharp little pinches of pleasure to his own efforts.

He was in up to his big knuckles. He began to move in and out in counterpoint to the shuddering circles her hips made. He loved the lubricated feeling of her cunt as his fingers moved.

"Oh, God!" she cried. "Don't stop, please don't stop. I love it when you touch me like that!"

He added the pressure of his thumb to his other activity, rolling her sensitive clitoris, letting his other fingers rest for the moment.

She moaned loudly at the change. He was rewarded by the clamp of her hand around his engorged prick. She squeezed tightly, and shivers of fiery enjoyment shot up his spine. His thumb intensified its movement, rubbing her to a frenzy of abandon.

She was lost in the sensations which assailed her overloaded nerves. Every cell in her body strained toward the final movement of release. The sounds which escaped her throat were shorter now, almost animal-like. She hunched her grinding hips upwards, trying to drive his hand deep inside her cunt. The pressure on her tender, excited clitoris increased. She felt the wanton wave building within her. She tried to hold herself back, wanting to prolong the exquisite buildup as long as possible. But she was beyond that point.

"Uuunnhh… Unnhhhh… it's… so… Good! I'm… getting… Off!"

The sweet torture of her clit continued, driving her right into come-heaven. The burning pleasure flowed over her, and she screamed. Digging her feet and elbows into the mattress, she hunched her midsection into his hand, driving the two moving fingers as deeply into her cunt as possible. The muscles in her strong vagina pushed and pulled at his fingers.

Spent for the moment she sagged back onto the bed. Her grasp on his cock had loosened. He kept moving his fingers in her cunt, but more slowly now. His own need had grown while hers had been temporarily sated. He moved his but up and down, letting her hand gently jack him.

"Better now, hon?" he asked.

"Ummm, yes. You know just what to do to get me off." Her hand moved, tracing lines from his sensitive glans to the base of his cock. She stopped there and cupped the hairy sac at the bottom.

"You know, you really ought to try and keep it down when your sister is here. One of these days she's going to get the wrong idea and think somebody's getting killed in here."

For some reason, the mention of her sister sent a fresh surge of arousal through her body.

"Oh, don't be silly. She may be inexperienced, but she's not completely innocent. You should know that by now." Her hand changed position. She made a circle of two fingers and slid the ring over his swelling cock.

"Well, I guess you're probably right. But it still bothers me. To put my mind at ease, maybe I should just come right out and ask her. Right now would be a pretty good time, don't you think?"

"Oh, so that's what you're thinking! I should've known. You and your dirty mind. You'd like some of that young meat, wouldn't you?"

Not that I blame you, she thought. I know I would. Then she pushed the forbidden thought from her mind.

"Well, now that you mention it… Let's just say that I wouldn't kick her out of bed, as they say." He paused, noting the little frown of disapproval on her face. Her movements were growing more agitated.

"After all, how can I resist?" he added. "She reminds me so much of you." He withdrew his hand from her pussy, where, new wetness was joining the old. He leaned over her and gave her a quick kiss on her lips.

"And that, as they also say, is a crock of shit. You're just a horny old man who would corrupt our fair youth at any opportunity," she continued playfully.

"You bet. You, on the other hand, are already corrupt. Not to mention dirty-minded. But with my sacred staff, I will cleanse the land of corruption. Prepare yourself, my child, for your deliverance is at hand!"

The lust on his face betrayed his joking manner. Kneeling just inside her bent knees, he placed his swollen cock along her slit. She licked her lips in anticipation of the delights to come.

He paused for just a moment, not moving, letting the sexual tension between them build. Then, gently but firmly, he pulled apart the thick lips of her cunt. His pulsing rod nudged her taut clit as it passed downward to her hole. She quivered, ready for his first thrust.

"Now, now, give it to me, give it to me all at once!"

He needed no encouragement. Putting his palms flat on the bed at either side of her ribs, he shifted his weight forward. He hesitated only a moment, then thrust the entire length of his cock into her hungry cunt. It was a smooth, efficient motion, and it accomplished its purpose. He felt his pubic hair rub against her soft, downy mat.

This time they both groaned loudly in mutual pleasure. She felt her cunt contract around the stiff cock which was completely buried in her. The quick thrust was a welcome invasion which made her tingle all over. She moaned from the luscious combination of pleasure and pain.