Mel Marshall: Two-way sisters

"Oh, yes, that's it. I love you in me. Now fuck me hard! Hard!"

He had not been prepared for the violent onslaught of sensations. She was so right, so unbelievably tight! And so responsive. The sharp stabs of pleasure began in his prick and traveled throughout his body. His arms trembled and buckled, leaving him lying on top of her. Her erect nipples bored into his chest. He began to move in and out of her, slowly at first, then with a quickening tempo.

She answered him with movements of her own. Her hot cunt relaxed and contracted along the length of his cock. She strained upwards, trying to cram every shuddering inch of his cock even deeper into her. Moving a little to increase the angle of his entry, she managed to force him a little farther into her. The added sensation made her wilder than ever.

She was consumed by the raging fires of her lust. As she came, she murmured incoherent cries into his ear. He mirrored her own excitement, and his carefully prolonged resistance crumbled away. He came in white-hot spurts of boiling cream, his cum thoroughly coating the walls of her cunt. They both groaned at the pleasure of their mutual climax. Her arms locked around his back as his buttocks jerked, the last few drops of his cum shooting into her.

Satisfied and exhausted, they rolled to their sides, still joined in their intimate embrace, relishing the feel of each other. They lay still a few moments, neither speaking.

From somewhere in a half-conscious fog of satisfaction, Dianne heard the muffled sound of the front door slamming shut. She realized that Bobbi was leaving. Oh, well, they could talk more tomorrow.

Bobbi went down the sidewalk to the tree-lined street and turned left toward her apartment. She walked a bit more quickly than she usually did. She had spent more time at Dianne and Dave's than she had intended. But it had been worth it!

She felt a strange mixture of sexual excitement and mild anger. Why, she asked herself, did Dianne have to make coarse jokes at her expense? She always found some way to twist the conversation in that direction. She knew that her sister had the hots for her boyfriend Ron. Every time they went over to the old house together, Dianne seemed to go out of her way to be nice to him. Fixing drinks, fixing him sandwiches, fixing him anything he wanted, really. Those sly innuendo's she delighted in making. Touching him at every opportunity. Damn.

She shook her head. Well, how could she blame either of them for being attracted to one another? Two good-looking people like that. It was a natural thing. Ron bathed in the attention, and Dianne enjoyed giving it. He had plenty of female admirers his own age, but of course he didn't meet many older women. Given half a chance, she had little doubt that Ron and Dianne would get it on together. But there wasn't much of that.

No, I can't really blame anybody for anything, she thought. Ron and I don't have any claim on each other. They had wade that clear to begin with. She was just a little jealous, that was all. She just wished that her sister would tone down her sexy suggestions a little. She resented the feeling of being pushed into anything. Especially sex. Men could be so damned rough. She didn't like the pressure she had often felt. Ron was better than most, but even he could be pretty insistent. He had been getting more so lately, even to the point where she had asked him to take her home the other night.

The thought of that night made her shiver. Oh, he could touch her all he wanted, and she liked it, but when he wanted to stuff that big meaty cock into her tender cunny, she just turned off. Besides, nobody could touch her as well as she could touch herself. Men seemed so rough and uncaring, wanting only to get theirs.

No, she didn't need that at all. What she needed was waiting for her at home.

She picked up her step a little, her pulse quickening at the thought. She loved the summertime, because then she could wear as little as possible. She felt almost naked walking down the sheet, most of her skin exposed to the warm late-afternoon breeze. In fact she was almost naked, wearing only sandals and the flowered top and matching briefs which amounted to little more than an exaggerated bikini. The mounds of her tits were barely restrained by the thin nylon, and threatened to overflow at any moment. If she bent over in a certain way, they would do just that, as she and Dianne had laughingly discovered earlier today out in the back yard. She had enjoyed the way Dianne's eyes had lingered on her, and her smile as Bobbi had retied the straps.

She enjoyed the titillating feeling the smooth material gave her as it slipped back and forth over her rapidly moistening slit. The thrill added to the excitement she already felt over the memory of the last half-hour she had spent at Dave and Dianne's house.

Ha! My sister thinks I'm some kind of sexual nerd. She doesn't realize what I think about most of the time. She'd really be surprised if she knew I watched her whole act from beginning to end today. And not for the first time, either.

Bobbi stopped at the corner of the busy street, waiting for the red light to change. Yes, the kitchen was a good place to watch from. From the windows she could look right into their bedroom through the big sliding glass doors that opened onto the back yard. They rarely drew the curtains. Usually too hot to fuck to think about that, she supposed. Lucky for her.

One night, though, she had wanted to get even closer. She had quietly crept out the back door from the kitchen and made her way silently to just outside the glass doom. She was afraid of being discovered, but the nagging fear only added to the surges of lust which were racking her body. She heard her sister's breathless voice from within, and it sounded almost desperate.

"Oh God, I can't stand it any longer! Suck me now, suck me now!"

She peeked around the edge of the wall, slowly and carefully so she wouldn't be seen. From where she was she could see everything.

Her sister was on her back on the bed, her legs bent at the knees and her calves dangling over the edge. She could see the open pussy lips, light glinting off their sopping sides. They were framed by a light triangle of blonde hair. And at the top of the slit, she noticed the throbbing knob of her sister's protruding clit.

She breathed in sharply and involuntarily, just barely able to contain the groan of pleasure which almost escaped her lips. The trickle in her own cunt became a stream at the sight she was seeing. She ducked back around into the safety of the concealing wall, trying to keep her breathing even and quiet. It wouldn't do to have them find her watching them like this. Spying on them! What if they found her? What would they do?

She hesitated, half tempted to return to the security of her private kitchen viewing room. She could see all right from then, so why not go back?

No, she decided. This place was more dangerous, but had a much closer view. She would stay. She clenched her thighs against each other, her enlarging clit sending flashes through her that made her stomach flutter. Gathering her courage together, she looked again around the wall separating her from the couple inside.

Her sister was in the same position as before but now Dave was kneeling in front of her. She could see his balls hanging below the cleft of his ass. Gently, he opened up the inflamed lips, and more of her swollen cunt came into view. More soft moans came from her open mouth.

Fumbling in haste, Bobbi's hands shot down to the hem of her pleated skirt. Lifting with her left hand, she found her aching fun-button with her right. She rubbed and caressed it fervently, thrusting her hips forward slightly with each stroke.

Now Dave lowered his head. His tongue flashed out of his mouth and the tip began to lash the tight knot of her sister's clit. She began to squirm and undulate there on the bed in reaction to his tonguing. He stopped for just a second, seeming to savor the taste of her on his tongue. Then, using his whole tongue instead of just the tip, he began to lick her entire gash from bottom to top. She saw him pause at the top to twirl around the base of her sister's red, extended clit. Then again at the end of a downstroke, he stopped momentarily to drive his tongue as far into her cunt as he could.